Angelea didn't show for a week. No attacks on us; no attacks on kids; nothing. Tooth started growing her teeth back because after all, she's the Toothfairy. I'm sure she could make everyone have 50 teeth or just 1 if she wanted. I could never forgive anyone, let alone Angelea, for doing such a terrible and painful thing to my friend. I narrowed my eyes at the wooden ceiling as I laid on Jamie's bed. I was visiting the kid, as I had promised so long ago.

"Are you okay, Jack?" Jamie inquired, finally speaking against the silence between us as he worked n his homework. I'm sure he had wanted to ask earlier, but wasn't sure. I sighed heavily, wondering whether or not to tell the boy.

"Jack. Seriously. It's weird not having you jumping around making me hurry so we can play outside." Jamie said, putting down his pencil and looking at me. He was genuinely concerned, and I guess he deserves to know since he's my best friend.

"Well… We have a little problem, I suppose." I started, sitting up and rubbing my neck awkwardly. Jamie looked very serious," Don't tell me Pitch is back." I sighed and he knew it was a yes. "Don't worry, Jack. We can defeat him easily like last time." He smiled confidently and I shook my head. "It's not him doing the acts. It's a girl nightmare he's created." I responded sadly. Sadly? Did I still for some reason pity her? Stupid Jack.

"A… Nightmare girl? I thought Pitch used weird horses. Is she made of black sand too?" Jamie thought, making a good point. Angelea wasn't sand. And she wasn't shadows. She was a physical being- more or less. She was touchable but wasn't painful or weird to. She looked like a person, like me or North or Jamie. If she wasn't a composition of sand or shadow- how was she a made-up nightmare?

"Yeah… Wait, no, she isn't sand. Which is weird. She looks like a person. Like a real person." Jamie nodded and then shook his head. "Then she couldn't be a nightmare… Right?" I nodded. "What I thought exactly… Tooth also said something about Pitch having an unknown power to control humans; mainly children."

"She's probably in that situation." Jamie shrugged. But how? Even if she was she seemed fine with it. But what if she wasn't and that was Pitch making her think she was? If that was the case, that would explain why she lied about not knowing what happened to her before we found her. She would have to have been a person before she was controlled, too. So if she was a person… Who was she, exactly?

...ADDED BIT...

She laid silently in a darkly furnished room, large golden eyes staring at the ceiling. Though her body seemed docile, in her mind, she was screaming…

~Hehe, POV change again~

I was in the darkness again. This time, it was even worse than the first darkness and definitely not warm like the second one. How could I have been so STUPID?! I was mad at Jack, oh yes, but didn't he have a perfectly valid reason?! I had even told myself that before, but obviously I'm too ridiculously IDIOTIC and selfish to have realized the consequence for giving my mentality/body to a psycho creepy spirit of fear and darkness. Stupid, stupid, STUPID. I screamed but the darkness choked me. I wanted out, so bad. I regretted being rude to Jack. I regretting not giving Pitch the finger and saying what was wrong. I regretted not having the guts to fight back against Pitch and now THIS happens! How am I not even frightened right now?

"You're extremely angry, little pumpkin." Pitch laughed into the darkness. Freaking ass. He laughed again. "You jerkish, lying, selfish, dirty, terrible, old man!" I screeched before choking again. I was angry! Of course I was! He'd lied twice! Guess it's like the old saying, Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.

"Oh, yes, I do like that saying. Makes sense." He cackled. I fumed. He was so freaking… UGH.

"How about we go play again, mm?" I gasped, now seriously wanting to punch him. If it's what is takes, I don't care if Jack has to beat Pitch out of me.

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Heh… added a bit more…. Teehee…. /)_(\