Last Time: "Come on," The nightmare king told his son, "I left your brother alone with Jack and I want to get back before one of them kills the other or they fill the place with ice-cream-"
"That was one time! Okay?!" Joshua demanded, "Are you ever going to let that go?!"
His father scowled, giving his son a disapproving look. "I fell asleep for five minutes and when I woke up, you and your brother were snowboarding down a mountain of mint-chip ice-cream, son I'm going to be holding that over your head until you're three thousand."
"Totally worth it." The Halloween prince said with a grin, setting the controller down and getting up. "...I came over here for some reason but I forget what it was now..."
"Your brother." North supplied, "You came over here to get some help for your brother." The oldest guardian looked over at Pitch, "Is Shadow alright now?"
"He's alright." Pitch confirmed with a nod, "How is...How is-?" He didn't know how to properly ask how North's son was doing, making it seem like he cared, when really he was hoping that Noel would get run over by a reindeer.
"I haven't seen Noel today," North said, suddenly becoming serious. "I don't suppose you have?"
Oh that explained it. North thought he had done something to get back at his kid for hurting his own son. "No. I haven't seen him around since...you know. If I had to guess, I'd say he's at that goth club he likes so much, picking up a skank to sleep with."
"Oh, well thank you anyway." The guardian of hope said, gritting his teeth and making it clear that he didn't approve of the boogeyman badmouthing his son like that. "I think that you should go now though. Only one month until Christmas so I have to kick my work into overdrive."
"Understood." Pitch said with a nod, smirking at the fact that North couldn't say anything back to him about his little comments. Since his kid was causing trouble and not Pitch's, he could say whatever he wanted! "Come along then Joshua." He started to leave, expecting his son to be following him. To his surprise though, Joshua just stood there.
"So North," His son said slowly, "...What would I have to do to make sure I get a copy of that game?"
Pitch sighed and stomped back over to his son, grabbing him by the ear and pulling him outside. "I said come on! By now your brother and Frost could have built a city of french-fries!"
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Upon returning to his lair, one hundred percent certain that all of his ducks were finally back in line, only to discover what Shadow and Jack had done while he was absent, Pitch began to seriously wonder why he bothered with the frost spirit. Sure, he was good with children and when his sons were small, they fit in that description, but when Jack was left with teenagers, he resorted to typical teenage behavior himself leading to awkward situations and behavior that was intolerable. When Jack was left with teenagers, he began to act like a teenager himself. He'd drink, he'd smoke, he'd hook-up with other teens and he'd eat a bunch of junk food.
He hadn't been expecting something as wild as this though.
Part of the reason he hadn't been expecting this was he didn't think that neither Jack or Shadow knew enough people to throw a party. He also didn't expect them to be stupid enough to throw one when they knew he would be returning in no less than a couple of minutes at the most. Jack and Shadow seemed to like surprising him though.
"...They had have been stoned while planning this." Joshua said to him, eyes scanning around the room and taking in the high amount of people. "There's no way they could have tried to do something like this if they weren't taking drugs. Sane people don't do this without being stoned."
"Indeed..." Pitch said slowly, "...We should find them and-" He looked back over his shoulder, only to see that Joshua had gone off to enjoy the pleasures and spoils of being a normal teen for once. "...And You're gone so it looks like I'll have to find you too."
Just how he had wanted to spend the night, chasing around a bunch of teenagers who lately seemed like all they wanted to do was give in to their wild hormones and sleep around. Being the overprotective man he was, Pitch wasn't going to let anyone of them become easy. He'd find the three of them and then scare all of these...others out of his place.
...It was unnerving that he couldn't tell whether they were other spirits and creatures like himself and his sons or normal teenagers...
He didn't know which one scared him more.
After passing around threw the crowd, bumping into some people and spilling a couple of drinks and bits of food out of the partygoers hands without so much as a glimpse of either one of his sons or of Jack, the nightmare king felt hopelessness settle in in the pit of his stomach. He hated this feeling more than any other. This feeling of failure...although he couldn't tell you why it felt like this. He was just about to give up and order everyone out so he could search around the vast caverns of his liar until he found the three of them, when he bumped into a teenager nursing a bottle of pepsi. The teen had tanned skin with numerous tattoos, messy black hair with silver highlights and dressed in tight leather clothing.
"Hey man," The teen said with a grin. "What's up? You look like you're trying to find somebody!"
Pitch inched away from him slowly. On one hand the kid smelled like liquor and cheep cologne but on the other he might have been able to actually help the boogeyman find his children and his...what could he call Jack? His annoying acquaintance? An amigo of his? Someone he hung out with because he didn't have any real friends?...He'd worry about it later.
"Yes," Pitch said slowly. "I'm looking for my sons and a...and a friend of mine. Have you seen them? The boys look the same only they have different eye colors and my friend has snowy hair and light china blue eyes-"
The teen chuckled, "Well, your buddy is over there getting drunk with those guys!" He exclaimed, "But I don't know what happened to your kids. I'd advise you to go get snowy and if I see your sons I'll come find ya'."
"Thank you. That would be helpful." Pitch said quickly before rushing over to keep Jack from making an ass of himself...well...more so than usual.
The teenager watched him leave, running his tongue over a pair of sharp, pearly white fangs and his eyes turning demonic as he watched Pitch turn his back on him and head off after his little boy-toy. "...Or I could just keep it to myself, boogeyman. Cosik needs some attention too."
And with that, Cosik took another long sip of his pepsi, enjoying what would unfold soon enough.
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"Jack, what are you doing?!" Pitch exclaimed, yanking the half-empty bottle of beer out of the frost-spirit's hands and throwing it to the floor of his lair. The bottle broke and what was left of it's contents splattered all over the floor. "You can't have drinks!...Can you? How old are you again?"
The guardian of fun only laughed, half slumped over and grinning happily, as if he didn't know that Pitch had broke his beer bottle. The older male sighed, knowing it was going to be a long time trying to get some information out of him.
"Who's brilliant idea was this, huh?" He asked, reaching out to hold Jack's shoulders. The boy had been tilting a little to the side, all wobbly and unstable looking. He had a feeling that if he let him go, Jack would fall over.
"Sh-shado-ow." Jack hiccuped, falling forward a bit until his face was buried in Pitch's chest. "All hi-s id-idea..."
Pitch groaned, a series of ideas and possibilities unfolding in his mind. What if that Noel kid was here, seducing his son? What if Shadow or Joshua or Jack slept with someone and got one of those diseases that he was always hearing about on TV? "...Do you know where...-" He tensed, trying to figure out a good way to get him off of him. "...Jack what are you doing?"
"I'm tired." Jack complained, his voice muffled by Pitch's robe, "I want to sleep."
"Then go sleep in one of the guestrooms!" Pitch exclaimed, "Come on! Go sleep!"
"Can't find it." Jack said weakly, hiccuping a couple of times between words. "You help me?"
"Unbelievable..." Pitch said with a frown. "Fine!" He took Jack's hand and started leading him towards one of the guestrooms.
How hard would it be to put Jack to bed and then go find his sons after all?