A/N I created my own RotG OC some time after seeing the movie (which I really enjoyed) I managed to create a plot in the past few months, and am now writing it.

I had to alter Haley a bit, and research Halloween a bit, to try and get her good. Hopefully, I don't disappoint. I only own Haley in this story; the rest belongs to Dreamworks.

Devilgirl123: Not just one, in fact ;)

Xion5: Thanks :)

Rowena BaronErikandSnapelover: It's going to be interesting ;) Jack, definitely; Pitch, perhaps.

princess jazzy: As serious as a shark attack (thanks, Plankton :D) I don't know about THAT, but that does sound funny XD

psychochirpingmistress: Fixed the error :p *derp face* Sometimes, I am such a barnacle head (wow, I'm just spouting off Spongebob quotes today :3)

LoverDreamerFighter: You'd think she'd learn XD

MysticStar420: Ah, ok :D

Chapter 9
Explanation and Truce

Haley's nightmare—or rather, the water and dogs—melted away; now she was in her home, surrounded by candy and pumpkins, and was playing with a yarn ball that was as big as her head. She was lying on her back, with the ball balanced on her hind feet, and was batting at it, getting her fingers a bit tangled in the yarn. It was one of the best dreams she ever had.

Unfortunately, all dreams, good or bad, must come to an end. When Haley's dream began fading away to black, she knew she was waking up soon.

She felt herself curled up on a plush rug, and felt the warmth of a fire on her back. Moaning softly, she slowly blinked her eyes open, yawning widely. When her light-green eyes looked up, she saw a long, dull-gray, sandy-looking face with yellow eyes, and slicked-back black hair. Those eyes were staring down at hers, and she felt a hand on her back.

With a screech, Haley jumped back and away from Pitch, hissing wildly. "You!" She snarled viciously.

Bunnymund and Jack appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and held her back by her arms as she tried to attack Pitch with extended claws. "¡Cómo se atreve a mostrar su cara aquí! ¡Usted me puso en esa horrible pesadilla, usted bruto! ¡Usted y su estúpida Pesadilla!" She screamed.

"Haley, calm down!" Jack exclaimed, trying to hold her arm and avoid getting scratched at the same time.

"Firstly, I was forced to come here," Pitch defended, counting off on the fingers on one hand, and mockingly sticking a finger on the other hand in his ear, implying Haley was loud. "Secondly, I wasn't the one who put you in that nightmare; if you recall, it was the 'stupid' Rogue Nightmare. And thirdly, I don't appreciate being called a brute."

This seemed to calm Haley a bit. "We brought him here for a reason, Haley," Jack said.

"'e knows about those red-eyed Nightmares, or Rogue Nightmares, as 'e calls 'em." Bunnymund added. "North brought 'im here to explain about them; we were waitin' fer you to wake up."

"So, can we let you go, confident that you won't attack Pitch just yet?"

Pitch glared at Jack for that last statement, but glanced back at Haley. The cat spirit continued to scowl before finally, with a sigh; she relaxed, hiding her claws. Jack and Bunnymund let her arms go. When Haley moved, they flinched forward in case she decided to attack anyway, but she only picked up her hat, which had been lying next to her, and put it on her head. "I'm guessing North wanted to call una reunión when I woke up?" She asked.

Jack, Bunnymund, and Pitch all nodded. "Well, vamos, entonces." She said, walking to the meeting room. She heard her friends, and Pitch, following her.

When she came into the room, she found North, Tooth, and Sandy already sat around the round table. When they saw her, they immediately stood up. "Ah, Haley, she is awake!" North laughed joyfully, patting Haley on the back, knocking the air out of her. She managed to keep from falling though.

"Hey, we were all really worried about you." Tooth said, laying a hand on Haley's shoulder. Sandy nodded in agreement. "You feeling better?"

"Sí," She nodded. "Much better."

Everyone sat at the table, each with a mug of hot chocolate, and a plate of cookies; Haley absolutely loved both. "All right," North started. "As you all know, the red-eyed Nightmares are still at large. And there is more than one. These Nightmares are more powerful than normal Nightmares, and more dangerous as well."

As North continued on, Haley became aware of fingers scratching her behind her left ear. She unconsciously leaned into the scratching, purring loudly. A Cheshire Cat smile grew across her face. "Oi!" Bunnymund snapped, smacking someone. The scratching stopped; Haley had to grab the table to not fall to the side. "Leave 'er alone!"

Looking to her left, Haley saw Pitch sitting next to her with a smug grin, and Bunnymund sitting on the other side of him, glaring at the nightmare spirit. Haley's cheeks heated, realizing Pitch had been scratching her behind her ear, and she had enjoyed it. Shaking her head, she drew her attention to North, who had finished relaying information on the red-eyed Nightmares.

"Pitch called them 'Rogue Nightmares,' and said they were once his Nightmares, but are out of his control. He will tell us about them." He raised an eyebrow at him.

Sighing, Pitch stood up from his chair. "When my Nightmares dragged me into my lair, I somehow managed to get most of them under my control." He began walking slowly around the table. Everyone shivered as he walked past. "However, a number of them had become engorged on my…fear…and thus were out of my control. They left my lair, and when I saw them months later, they had changed. They had been absorbing the energy that fear emits, growing stronger, and changing. Horns grew on their faces and legs; they grew bigger, and their eyes changed from yellow to red. They had become Rogue Nightmares, and they were even more out of my control. My own Nightmares feared them." Everyone heard the unspoken message that even Pitch feared them.

"So, these Rogue Nightmares are bigger, scarier, and stronger than normal Nightmares?" Jack asked.

"That's what I just said, Frost. And they only continue to grow stronger as they absorb more fear in the world. Recently I had heard from some of my Nightmares that two of the Guardians—E. Aster Bunnymund, and Jack Frost—plus a new face, had defeated one of those monsters. I was very shocked, and wanted to meet this new person myself. They described her as a black cat that stood on her hind legs, wore a witch hat, and had a Spanish accent." His yellow eyes met Haley's light-green eyes. "You were able to defeat something I hadn't been able to. How?"

"I…Jack, Bunny, and I had weakened it with ataques normales, and then I used one of my candied apple grenades on it." She said, swallowing her nervousness. "I never thought they would be so peligroso, especially to you."

"Hmm." Pitch hummed, sitting back in his original chair. "It seems we have an advantage against these Rogue Nightmares."

"Hold on," Bunnymund said. "Why would you want us to get rid of these Rogue Nightmares? It seems kind of backwards to me."

The others nodded in agreement. "You don't understand the situation, do you, rabbit?" Pitch asked grimly, silencing everyone. "The more fear energy the Rogue Nightmares absorb from the world, the more powerful they become. They're not just a problem for me; they'll be a problem for all of us. You, Frost, and Haley know how hard it was to destroy one. What happens when they become even more powerful than they are now? And when they decide to—oh, I don't know—control the world?"

A cold chill came over everyone. Pitch was right; if the Rogue Nightmares became even more powerful, there was a chance they would never be able to destroy them. And they might become that powerful and intelligent to control the world with fear. They were very dangerous, and needed to be stopped.

"What are you proposing, Pitch?" North asked.

"Though it pains me to say, I propose a truce." Pitch said, squirming slightly. "As of now, there are four Rogue Nightmares still out there. If they are to be destroyed forever, we have no choice, but to band together in order to do so. That is why I was searching for Haley that day we met; I wanted to talk of said truce. However, she was vocal in refusing." He raised an eyebrow at the cat spirit.

Haley's ears bent down in embarrassment. "Well, I thought you were trying to charm me to el lado oscuro." She protested. "And you were befuddling me with your antics."

"Well, you should learn to choose your words carefully. After all, you were the one to suggest dancing."

Everyone's eyes widened at that, and they all stared at Haley. She didn't seem to notice, however. "I only said 'let's dance'! How should I have known you would have ¿tomado literalmente?"

"Wait a minute," Jack said, holding up a hand. "You mean to say that just because you said 'let's dance,' Pitch actually danced with you?"

Haley felt very small, finally noticing everyone looking at her. "Sí." She squeaked.

The winter spirit laughed. "I oughta try that sometime!"

Bunnymund, however, wasn't laughing at all; he was glaring at Pitch, as though he hoped the nightmare spirit would burst into flames. "In my defense, I didn't know he would do that." Haley protested; she could feel her cheeks heating up even more, and wondered if her blush was visible through her fur.

"Okay, back to situation." North said. Haley silently thanked him. "Pitch is right; the Rogue Nightmares are dangerous, and need to be destroyed. If truce is what is needed to destroy them, than truce is what we should do. All who are for it, raise hand."

For a beat, no one raised their hand. It was a surprise to everyone, including Pitch, when Haley's paw went up first. "As North said, Pitch is right." She said. "The Rogue Nightmares are peligrosa; dangerous. We will need all the help we can get; even from Pitch himself. Besides, una tregua—a truce—is only temporary. Once the Rogue Nightmares are destroyed, we can go back to hating each other."

Jack's hand slowly raised, as well as Sandy's and Tooth's. Jack smirked at Bunnymund, who had his arms crossed. "Four to one, Kangaroo; you're outvoted."

"Don't call me that." Bunnymund grumbled, though he knew he was beaten.

"Hey, Fuzzy, I got one more question."

"Fuzzy?" Pitch muttered distastefully.

Ignoring him, Haley asked, "What is it, Jack?"

"Why was your good dream you playing with a ball of yarn?"

Haley blushed again. "Well, I like playing with hilados y cuerdas—yarn and string—and I tend to get distracted by them."

"So, if I were to toss a yarn ball towards you,"

"I'd start playing with it like I was un gatito; a kitten." She didn't like the expression on Jack's face; it looked as though he would use that information for later use.

A/N As you can see, when Haley's angry, she speaks full sentences in Spanish; sometimes full paragraphs. Even though Pitch mostly translated what she said, she said, "How dare you show your face here !You put me in that horrible nightmare, you brute! You and your stupid Nightmare!" And, as Pitch "pointed out", she can be loud.

When he was scratching Haley behind her ear, Pitch was just messing around with her; trying to distract her.

I came up with the idea and story of the Rogue Nightmares as I was writing the earlier chapters of this story. It would have been very possible for some of Pitch's Nightmares to get out of his control when they dragged him into his lair. And since he can't control them now, imagine what will happen if they continue to grow more powerful. It'll be a problem for both the Guardians, AND Pitch.

That's where the truce comes in. Since Pitch himself can't defeat the Rogue Nightmares by himself, he has no choice, but to ask the Guardians for help. But will it work? Can they defeat the Rogue Nightmares together? Here I go again with the Pokemon Narrator ^^