(I rewrote a part of Chapter 12. Please go look just for those who were lost when I said 'the guardians didn't know about Jack's skinniness' thing. My laptop decided not to save and I didn't realize it didn't until someone pointed it out. Anyhow, go back and look, please. Thanks.)

Alright, apparently, all of you assumed it was the daughter. But, nope, it's Pitchiner's wife, my "OC" if you would like to call it that. :) I've always felt like she'd been overshadowed by Pitch and their daughter. So, now she can shine!

Shout-outs, you kind people:

CloakiSchemer: I think I'll be buying you more tissues soon. So, Jack will have a bit of a hate/pity relationship for a while. Haha Jack's on my side!

SetsuUzumaki: Oh my gosh, I loved the thought of why Jack is so skinny (Strange to say) and I thought it shows his vulnerability physically! But also shows how much he cared for his human family. :) Your question will be answered in a few chapters, sorry! Thank you!

likhitata: Haha thank you! I made the part about the locket, but I thought it added on to the depth of their relationship and proved her significance in Pitchiner's life. Such a sad story to be told.

Okay, chapter 13:

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He had left his friend, his brother, in the hands of his greatest enemy. Now, Pitch had somehow managed to make a copy of Jack, the person he considered to be his obnoxious little brother.

Jack's shepherd's crook laid in two pieces on the floor in front of the king of nightmares' feet. He smiled deviously at the two figures, Bunny and the Jack made of his nightmare sand.

"Now, why don't we get on with the show?" Pitch joked. He cackled as his fingers snapped and the being that had stood far from him was now inches from his face. His eyes were luminous and glowed on the pooka's fur.

Bunny side stepped as the staff made of sand crashed down where he once stood. The stone floor cracked from the impact. The Shadow Jack swung at his head but missed. Bunnymund jumped back against the wall and threw an egg bomb. It burst into a pink explosion, but the shadow spirit ran out of it, unaffected by the egg bomb.

Jack made a three slivers of ice, each thin and long. One shot towards Bunny. He ducked just in time from it embedding itself into his eye. He sidestepped the next one to the left. The third grazed his right arm. Blood soaked into his fur.

He ducked before Jack's nightmare staff could crash into his face. It, instead, chipped into the wall behind the Pooka. Bunny took his chance and landed a kick to his enemy's stomach, making him slightly hunch over. He then made an upper-cut punch, causing Shadow Jack to fly backwards. The shadow spirit did a back-flip and landed on his feet.

He stood and smirked at Bunny, though it was hard to tell due his appearance of a shadow. "My turn," the shadow boy intoned. His voice was dead and monotonous. It wasn't Jack's voice like Bunny knew it as. Instead, it was deep and smooth and a hint of Jack's mischievousness crept into it as he spoke.

His shepherd's crook morphed, the crook in the staff vanished and the rest of the staff turned to ice. His ice was different from Jack's, even when he was diseased with nightmare sand. Before, it only had been a slight tint grey. But this creature was a perfect mix of ice and nightmare sand. It was smooth like a frozen wave with black sand within. It grew and formed into a long sword, a spatha. Bunny sidestepped to the right, hopped back, and rolled to the left, dodging his attacker. The Shadow Jack sliced at Bunny and left a slash across his chest, reaching to either side. The Pooka gasped and clutched at his chest. It wasn't deep, but it certainly hurt.

Bunny pulled out his boomerang and blocked his attacker's spatha from slicing through his chest. Jack came down again and again on the boomerang. Bunny tried to hold his ground, but then Snap!

A part of Bunny's soul screamed at what had just happened. Of course, he knew his boomerangs weren't indestructible, but they were a part of him. He had that boomerang from when he first became a guardian. He wanted to yell at his attacker, but there was no time.

Shadow Jack sent a blow to the Pooka's stomach with his foot, knocking him off his feet.

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Pitch watched from his throne, enjoying the show, as his creation fought the overgrown hairball. The pooka didn't seem sure of how to react to this figure. It was a nice match to the winter spirit he had locked in a cage above him. The poor boy was left weak without the his other half. When the sand had coursed through his veins, he had become depended on its power like the guardians were to believers. It was like a drug that they needed in order to survive. This 'Shadow Jack' was made up of his The figure he made was made of Jack's worries, anxieties, his suspicions, hatred, his despair, his greatest fears. This Jack was made of pure darkness. No hope or dreams lived in his creation just like the fearlings he commanded.

Pitch remembered what brought him to those measures. He knew he needed Jack on his side. His abilities were just what he needed to the leverage over the guardians that would give him a chance to come back into power, like in the Dark Ages. That creation he made, that sculpture, back in Antarctica when he attempted to persuade Jack to join him. The way the two elements mixed- it was a perfect concoction. But Jack had refused to join him.

So, desperate times called for desperate measures. He had used a new blade to get the job done. It was infused with his nightmare sand from within. His plan never was to keep the boy, his spirit made him difficult to control properly and only so much of his dark sand could be infused into him. Only so much of his sand could Jack have course through him before it would kill him. That's why that dagger was used, to spread his sand into the boy's body and learn about him- his strengths and weaknesses.

Now he had darker image of Jack in his control made half from Jack and half from Pitch. It was a perfect mix of cold and dark. After all, what went together more perfectly? It was made of Jack's darker half, the things the made up the side of him that he didn't want others to see. It was Jack's nightmares put together to make his ultimate fear.

His creation was what Jack and Pitch could have been, a duo that could have ruled over the humans of the planet.

He watched as his pet advanced on the over sized hare. He watch that pest's crimson blood seep into his fur. His apprentice was uninjured, he didn't even seem tired when he knocked the Bunny onto his back.

...Something was wrong.

Pitch was no longer paying attention to fight. The presence disturbed him. Something else was in his domain that he knew shouldn't be. He looked up at the cage that hung from the grey ceiling. The snow haired spirit didn't move. Pitch looked back at the show his pet and the fuzzball her giving and sighed. He stood up from his throne golden throne and ceased his hands behind his back. He held his head high and casually walked deeper into his lair, leaving the two guardians alone with his pet.

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Bunny rolled to the right as the black ice sword came down, again cracking the ground. He was stronger than Jack, that was obvious. His attacks, though, were still much like Jack. The pest got up on his feet again chucked another two eggs in the direction of the shadow spirit.

He knew it wouldn't stop him. If he wanted to defeat this creature of darkness, he would need help.

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Goodness gracious, I suck at action scenes! I hope I answered some of your question in this chapter! If you're still lost or think I missed something, PM me or write a review. Thank you!

By the way, happy holidays!

New Chapter on 27th.

By the way, if you're having difficulty reviewing, sorry, that would be my fault. I took out the chapter about OCs and it is making this chapter and the one before share the reviews in a way. Kind of confusing. Anyhow, please PM me to do reviewing so I can hear your thoughts or just wait until the next chapter to review for both.