A/N: Again, sorry for the absence. Treatment is rough, but I made a promise to continue this story.
Manny shined through the windows of North's office. All of the doors were locked, drapes shut...everyone knew to not disturb him under any circumstances. He turned to his old friend, silently asking for help. Manny made a shadow of a beast unlike anything North had ever seen...and he had seen a lot. His bright blue eyes gave a twitch of wonder, curiosity almost taking over. But this was no time for wonder. This was time for vengeance. Nobody messes with him and his family and gets away with it.
"Thank-you."
He leaves his office, heading towards the sleigh.
Jack calms down and slowly cheers up as he communicates with Sandy, while Aster is healing. Tianna cones around to check on everyone.
"Hey guys! Where's North? He's not in the infirmary."
Sandy and Jack look confused for a moment. They are about to answer when another bang is heard in Aster's room.
"Must be awake." Tianna said nonchalantly.
Jack leaned forward on his staff. "Huh?"
"Pookas are fast-healers. I'm just surprised anesthesia had to jump-start the process later than normal. That's how horrible this creature probably is."
Jack stood up straight. "You don't think it was a nightmare? "
Sandy shook his head.
"Sandy's right. Even on his strongest day, Pitch could never make Nightmares that damaging to a spirit as strong as Aster. It's something else...something we don't know." Tianna gasps and whizzes away for a second then comes back before Jack or Sandy could even blink. "North's gone."
"Say that again?!" Aster walked through the door, not a scratch to be found. His hair in his middle has already covered most of the faint scar up.
"B-Bunny?" Jack was shocked to see him basically healed. "You're ok?"
"Neva betta, mate." He Smiles at Jack, who blushes. "Now, I have a hunch I can still follow North, so to the tunnels!"
Before anyone could protest, a giant hole appeared in the ground, swallowing the Guardians whole.
"Yessssssss...what a pretty little nightmare." Once again, it happened. Turning dreams into Nightmares became a hobby, despite the last humiliating defeat. The pleasure in transforming was needed to pass the time. The world was not quite ready for another Dark Age...yet.
But the Nightmare King could dream, right? If that's what it would be called.
Pitch cooed the new dark horse that grew as the child in the bed tossed and turned. Only when the hallway light turned on did he leave with his new loyal pet. The one he hates more than the Guardians and the Man in the Moon are adults.
Slinking into the shadows, Pitch appears in the woods on the border of Germany. This was an easy country for him to feed off if fears. Children hear terrifying stories of Hitler and World War II that they can't get over, so he comes here a lot for an easy, yet satisfying scare.
He rides his now fully-grown steed into the woods, where he comes across Morbus. From the looks of it, Pitch thought he was dissecting a plant. A sharp cry pierced through the night, but, of course, it didn't phase the Nightmare King. He was curious as to what a scientist was doing out here in the middle of the night.
"You would like to know, wouldn't you? "
Pitch's eyebrow arched in confusion. I never knew him to be a mindreader before.
I kept it from you...on purpose.
Why is that?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Unfortunately, the Boogeyman was about to find out more than he wanted, but his mind was taken to a dark place for someone like him.
then...nothing.
