Nightmares and piano keys.
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Jack looked down at the wooden bed which lay in the centre of Burgess woods, grimacing. The entrance to the Boogeyman's 'home'.
Jack remembered going down there when Pitch was in power, following the sound of a girl's voice, which turned out to be his sister. Then, though, he had baby tooth with him. Now, he was on his own. No anxious twittering to hold him back.
So why was he hesitating?
Jack had came here out of curiosity, as he wanted to know if Pitch was still alive. Because could you really kill fear? Jack thought not. The spirit peered down the hole again, and remembered what the nightmare king did to all the children and guardians. His mind and heart filled with hate, and Jack gritted his teeth. Making his decision, the spirit jumped down the hole determinedly, wanting to make the Boogeyman pay for his actions.
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Jack hit the floor softly (because of wind) and was immediately aware of how dark it was where he was standing. His staff soon started glowing, and Jack strained his ears for any noises of any kind.
Nothing.
Wait..., Jack thought, was that a...piano?
In the distance was indeed a echoing noise of a piano playing. But why?
The spirit walked closer with his staff stretched out in front of him, and his feet made no noise as he walked closer. Yes- that noise was defiantly a piano. Jack followed the music and found an opening, which lead to a lighter room- one he could actually see in.
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Pitch let his fingers glide over the keys of the piano, and started to get lost in the music. He felt angry with himself; the Boogeyman- the most feared of all time- was reduced to playing a piano, weak and worthless, all because of the guardians. Pitch sighed and played harder, bored. Unexpectedly, he hit the wrong key, and stopped abruptly. Pitch sighed again and was about to resume playing.
"That was a bummer."
Pitch looked up sharply and, to his surprise, saw none other than Jack Frost sitting on top of the piano, grinning. However, there was no warmth behind this grin. Jack tapped his staff on the top of the piano, and it immediately froze. Pitch stood up and snarled.
"Frost." He said and Jack laughed a little.
"I'm surprised you are still living." The spirit said and swung himself down so he was opposite the nightmare king, "However, I'm more surprised that you can actually play the piano, to be honest."
He was still smiling and started to twirl his staff in one hand. By now, Pitch would've definitely attacked Jack, put he was powerless. Jack Frost had the control here, and he knew it.
Jack walked around the now frozen instrument and Pitch backed off a little. Jack smiled and gripped his staff harder. He looked at the nightmare king and thought about everything he had done. He didn't deserve to live
"Why are you down here?" Pitch asked, and Jack stopped suddenly.
"I was curious." He answered, "I was hoping to find your dead body. However, I am not that lucky."
Pitch looked over to the spirit and couldn't help but admire the darkness he sensed inside him, fuelled by hate. If he could just persuade Jack to join him...
Jack stared at the suspended cages hanging from the ceiling. He could feel Pitch's stare on him.
He killed Sandy..., Jack thought and, full of hate, shot one of his strongest ice attacks at the Boogeyman. Pitch screamed, and was pinned to the wall within a few seconds. He was looking at Jack with...fear. He had a lot of scratches on him from the ice shards and the wall behind him was crumbling dangerously.
Jack didn't know what made him do it, but he shot another ice attack at Pitch, filling the cave with more painful yells. Panting, Jack turned away from the Boogeyman and, after some hesitation, started playing the piano- playing the only song he knew.
Pitch watched Jack in disbelief and fear. He listened to the notes, and felt all the anger seeping out of them. He also felt a little sadness, but it soon went away. The spirit played for a few minutes, then the song ended. Pitch was left speechless.
Jack turned to Pitch again, eyes full of hate. He felt no pity for the Boogeyman.
"Why are you still alive?" Jack asked and turned away again. It was Pitch's turn to laugh this time.
"You cannot kill fear Jack, like how you cannot kill sadness or anger." He said and Jack looked at him again, and saw that he was smiling. Man, he hated that smile. Jack felt a sharp piece of ice. Frost grew where he stood.
"Why do you bother?" Jack snarled. Pitch paused for a couple of seconds before answering.
"The same reason you spread snow. I want to be believed in."
Jack cried out angrily and threw the ice shard at the Boogeyman's shoulder hard, and Pitch cried out again.
"I do not want people to live in fear." Jack said, glaring at Pitch.
"My Jack..." the Boogeyman said, wincing, "you really are showing your true colours..."
Jack smiled, and tapped some of the piano keys. The sounds echoed off the walls and into dark chambers.
"Give up, Pitch." The spirit said and icicles grew from the floor. Jack then walked away, leaving Pitch alone, trapped.
Thanks for reading- sorry it's been so long.
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