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Sorry for the shitty chapter. :(

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Pitch was in the library, sitting silently in his chair as he stared off into space. An open book lay in his lap, seeming to be forgotten. Jack was being very careful when watching him. Pitch had mentioned several days ago he was curious of what abilities Jack had now possessed, who knew one was being able to absorb into the shadows? He was currently tucked securely in the darkness of the room, extremely surprised to find that the Nightmare King himself has not been able to detect him in his own shadows. Or maybe Pitch was just ignoring him. Either way, Pitch appeared too deep in thought to do anything.

It had been hours since Jack had received his teeth. He had placed the teeth in his pocket, and that was that. Jack wasn't going to risk his chance to get his belief and to be with Pitch. It wasn't worth it. Maybe some day, Jack will look at his teeth.

He had thought about destroying them – throwing them until a deep crack in the lair where they will be forever lost in or crushing them into dust. He couldn't bring himself too. He had reached the surface, placing the teeth on a rock and picking up another, determined to crush the golden box and the teeth that were held inside. He had ended up throwing the rock into the forest in a fit of rage. No matter how much strength he was putting into this decision, he couldn't bring himself to destroy his memories.

Afterwards, he curled himself up in Pitch's throne, feeling lonelier than ever. Pitch had given Jack the teeth, expecting them to be opened and for Jack to leave him. He was prepared to lose his Nightmare Prince. Jack couldn't help but feel miserable at this thought.

After an hour of sitting alone, he decided he needed to find Pitch. Seven lights still remained, and Jack was ready to take care of this problem. He jumped form the throne, leaving his staff leaning against the globe and marched through the halls, searching for the boogeyman.

The moment Jack had discovered Pitch was when Jack found out his new ability. He walked straight into the library, not entirely expecting Pitch to be there. With the door already opened, he took three steps in, spotted Pitch, and panicked. He immediately backed himself up and found himself in the shadows, completely hidden.

He would occasionally take his chances and move around the room, trying to understand his limits when traveling and hiding while still being shielded by the darkness. Jack knew he needed a lot of practice before he could use this to his advantage in the field.

He has spent several hours now hiding from Pitch, just watching him. Pitch would sit in his chair, his back straight and his chin high as he read. It was soon after Jack started observing that Pitch moved his eyes up, staring at the door he had left opened. He hasn't moved since.

Was Pitch waiting for Jack to return? Does he know that he hadn't looked at his teeth?

Jack took a deep breath. He needed to face Pitch. He needed to show Pitch that he would never leave him, not even for his memories. He wanted their world. He wanted it so badly. He wanted to stand beside Pitch until the end of time, wrapped up in their cold and darkness.

With a small step, Jack emerged from the shadows behind Pitch. He grinded his teeth together, waiting for Pitch to greet him. He knew Pitch could sense him, he always does.

"Are you quite done now?" Pitch asked impatiently.

Jack wasn't exactly surprised he knew he was hiding in the room. Nothing hides in the shadows from Pitch.

"You knew I wouldn't look at the teeth?" Jack asked quietly, moving around the chair so he faced Pitch.

Pitch had his book closed now, his hands gently placed on top of the worn cover.

"I didn't know what you would do."
Jack frowned. So Pitch was ready to let go of him. Pitch must have seen the dejected look on his face, because he found himself being tugged down. Jack kneeled in front of him, crossing his arms over Pitch's legs and resting his chin on them.

"You thought I would look at them," Jack mumbled, burying his face into his arms. He felt his hair being stroked.

"You wanted them so badly, what else could I think?"

Jack heard the amusement in his tone, but he couldn't understand why this was so humorous to him.

"I just thought…" Jack trailed off. What did I think? That I could see my memories and everything will go back to normal?

"Thought…?" Pitch repeated, continuing to play with Jack's hair.

Jack lifted his head, looking into Pitch's eyes. "I thought nothing would change."

Pitch clawed gently at Jack's scald, sending shivers down his spine. "Where are they now?"
Jack buried his face back on his arms.

"You still have them."

He nodded. "I couldn't destroy them."
"Would you like me to keep them safe for you?" Pitch asked, his voice quiet.

Jack shook his head. Pitch ran his fingers through Jack's hair again.

"Are you sure?"
He nodded again, afraid of what Pitch would do to them. Destroy them?

"The lights…" Jack began.

"What about them?" Jack felt Pitch tugging tenderly at his hair, curling it around his finger.

"I want to…" he hesitated, deciding on his wording. "I want that belief."
"You want to take it."

Jack peeked from his arms to see Pitch grinning down at him, an evil glint in his eye. Jack nodded, never breaking eye contact. Pitch chuckled deeply, his hand running down Jack's head, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

"Only for you, my prince."

Jack would never admit this aloud, but his new favorite thing is holding Pitch's hand. Pitch's touch would always have this effect on him. His skin would tingle and he would feel drawn to it. Jack wondered if he was just attracted to the darkness the Nightmare King held, or simply because Jack craved for any type of touch.

Pitch had helped Jack off the floor, smiling down on him as he stood. Jack relaxed his hands in Pitch's, expecting them to be released. Instead, only one was, while the other was wrapped around by Pitch's hand, his fingers intertwining with Jack's.

Jack was stunned by the gesture. He has seen many people hold hands – parents and children, siblings, friends, lovers. Jack couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Pitch earning the title "best friend". He doesn't feel like a friend though. It wasn't fitting enough. Jack wasn't sure what Pitch was to him. His ally? His mentor? His king? The idea of Pitch being his father made him grimace.

He followed quickly behind Pitch, letting his other hand curl around theirs. Pitch's hand tightened around Jack's from the action. They casually strolled the hallway, Pitch leading them and seeming to be in no rush at all. Jack was eagerly following, taking smaller steps to trick his mind into thinking they were moving faster.

When reaching the main room, Jack immediately shot off, dragging Pitch along with him. He stumbled after Jack, not entirely prepared for him to sprint off like that. When reaching the globe, Jack let go of Pitch's hand and rushed to the throne near by to retrieve his staff, grinning at Pitch.

"Can we go now?" he asked excitedly.

Pitch smiled, and gestured to the globe. "Where shall we go?"
Jack rushed over to the globe, looking over each individual light. "There!" he pointed to one located in Germany. Even though it will be spring there, Jack will still be able to fabricate some blizzards, hopefully creating fear.

"Shall we then?"

Jack looked over at Pitch, seeing him stretch out his hand towards him. Jack smiled, taking his hand and was pulled into the darkness.

Unsurprisingly, Jack found himself under a bed. However, Pitch was not with him. Odd. He was sure Pitch would have joined him. Jack very carefully maneuvered himself out from under the bed, peeking over the frame to spy around the room. The bed creaked above him, and Jack automatically recalled back under. When a moment had passed and the bed was quiet, he slide from underneath, using the frame as leverage to push himself out. He reached back under the bed and picked up his staff, carefully pulling it out.

Jack knew he couldn't be seen, but he couldn't help but be sneaky, afraid he was going to wake the sleeping child in the bed. The child was a little girl, wrapped up tightly in her blankets and couldn't have been more than six years of age. Jack unconsciously reached out towards the kid, touching her cheek gently.

Frost spread across her cheek and the girl shivered from the touch. Jack noticed her eyes squeezed shut and she curled herself tighter into a ball. He wondered if his touch brought fear, just like Pitch's.

Jack turned away from the girl, looking around the room and observing each corner thoroughly. He was expecting Pitch to be hiding, watching him. Yet, he wasn't in the room. Even if he was, he obviously didn't want to be seen. Jack sighed internally. He didn't know how to scare children besides with a small rush of fear from a sled ride. Apparently though, Pitch wanted Jack to figure out this problem on his own: how to scare a sleeping child.

Jack slowly reached out towards the girl again, thinking of nothing but darkness and fear. He concentrated hard on his fears. Being alone forever, forgotten, never to be seen, to never have a family. He touched the girl's cheek again, surging all this fear and darkness into his touch.

The frost laced onto her skin like before, but this time, black seemed to mix with the white frost. Jack smiled at the sight. Cold and dark.

The girl grunted in her sleep, her closed eyes squeezing even tighter. A small dust of black appeared over her head, twirling. After a quick second, the twirling, black cloud turned into a nightmare. The nightmare pranced around the girl's head and neighed before beginning to trot around Jack. Jack welcomed the nightmare's touch, proud of himself that he managed to create a small fear from the girl. When Jack touched the nightmare, he felt a twinge of fear. Fear of being abandoned. Jack had created this fear in the girl.

The girl still continued to cringe in her sleep, and Jack loved it. He grinned at the fearful sight of the girl, enjoying the show of her writhing in her own fear. He brought his hands on the girl's face again, his grin widening as the black in his frost was more prominent. The girl's eyes flew open, her mouth opened wide as if she was about the scream.

Jack waited. He waited for her to see him, to fear him.

It never happened though.

The girl's eyes were wide and were moving around the room rapidly as Jack continued to hold her face, but they never landed on him. Jack released her face with wide eyes, feeling completely dejected.

Even after creating her fear, she still couldn't see him. Jack flared up. His eyes narrowed angrily as he aimed his staff directly on the girl's forehead.

If she can't see him, she can't see anyone.

A burst of frost erupted from the curve of his staff, hitting the girl's forehead and spreading over her eyes. The girl began to scream, panicking from the erupting of pain in her eyes. She clawed at her eyes as the frost began to seep into them, freezing them, damaging them, blinding them.

The girl's parents rushed in, calling her name over and over again. Jack watched with a glare, not feeling a sliver of guilt from his actions. They ran to her bed, trying to pull the girl's hands away. She responded by reaching out and hitting them blindly.

The nightmare beside Jack began to grow, its strength increasing as the fear poured from the girl. Jack inhaled the fear, sensing every detail and ever spike of it. Her fear was to never be able to see again, and in return, to never been seen back.

Jack felt satisfied by this fear. He spent decades, centuries being alone, abandoned, never to be seen or believed in. The children should feel this same fear. He wanted them to feel the despair and loneliness he felt.

As the girl continued to trash in her bed, the skin around her eyes bleeding as she continued to claw at them, Pitch appeared from behind Jack. Jack wasn't startled by his sudden presence, or by the hand that was placed on his back. He just went on watching the girl, and the parents who desperately tried to help.

"Interesting fear," Pitch announced.

"She didn't see me," Jack explained, his voice monotone.

"It will take time, Jack." Pitch's hand on his back moved to curl around his shoulders.

Jack was silent. He knew it would take time, but he was impatient. He has waited for over 300 years for his belief. He wanted it. He needed it.

"Does she still believe?" he asked quietly.

"No."

Jack could hear the grin in his voice.

"Six are left," he mumbled mostly to himself.

"Shall we go visit the Guardians?" Pitch asked, dropping his hand from Jack's shoulder.

Jack shook his head, remembering he last words he spoke to them. "I'm sorry." "You go without me."

"Hmm?" Pitch hummed. "Are you sure? It'll be fun."

Jack shook his head again. If he saw the Guardians again, he'll be afraid of what he'll feel, and being closer to the darkness then ever, he doesn't want to ruin it. He doesn't want to see their agony and the terrified expressions when realizing that they are now only six lights away from containing no belief.

"Why don't you return home then? You can watch the show from the globe."
Jack chuckled at Pitch's carefree tone. "All right, Mr. Confidence. Don't disappoint me," he teased.

"Anything but," he whispered. Jack felt his hand run through his hair before it pulled away. He turned to find Pitch seeping into the shadows giving him a dark look before disappearing.

Jack sighed, returning his eyes back on the child. She quieted down now, but her eyes have suffered for it. Her parents were screaming on the phone as blood gushed for her eyes along with area around it. He turned away form the gruesome sight and launched himself out the window.

Jack found himself back in the lair pacing in front of the globe impatiently, waiting for the six final lights to vanish. He knew Pitch was at the North Pole already, most likely giving them a victory speech along with a show.

After numerous hours of pacing, Jack decided to settle himself in the throne, to try to relax his nerves. Only six lights separated his and Pitch's victory from the Guardians. Only six more stopped him from getting his belief.

In the corner of his eye, a light when out. Jack jumped up from the throne and bolted over, eyeing the place where the light disappeared.

Five more.

He quickly began circling the globe, trying to locate another missing light. He stopped his feet when he saw one light beginning to dim. He stared at it very closely, watching it become dimmer and dimmer. Then, it was gone.

Jack eyed the four that remained, his mind going haywire and he wasn't able to stop his eyes from moving over each and every light.

Two went out simultaneously.

Jack held his breath. They were going out fast. Two more. Just only two more.

Everything froze when another went out.

One, just one measly light.

Just one more and then everything will be perfect. Jack waited. He waited and waited and waited. The light never went out. He narrowed his vision onto the light, eying the location it was present out.

Oh no.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Jack stared wide eyed at the last remaining light. The only light that was stopping him from achieving his perfect world.

"Jamie."

That took forever (it's been sitting on my computer for a week. Oops.)

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