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What was that?

It sounded like a scream, but how could it be? There was no one here but himself, chained to the wall.

It must've been a nightmare call, it must've. There was no way it could be anything else but that, Sandy concluded, closing his eyes.

But that sound was filled with nothing but pure terror – how could've that been a nightmare. Besides, all the nightmares that were guarding him were gone, replaced with whatever was hiding in the shadows currently, staring at him with glowing red eyes.

Sandy opened his eyes again, and sure enough, the creature in the shadow was staring at him through slitted eyes. This time, however, the glare didn't make him uneasy, like it had been for the past…however long he had been trapped in the cell with it – the sound was the only thing in his mind, and seemed to echo in his mind long after it had been cut off.

That was a scream, it must be.

But how?

—

Jack struggled underneath the nightmare sand, but it wouldn't release its grip. He could feel himself getting dragged further and further down; his lungs were ready to burst, desperate to draw a breath, but there was no air to take. Just sand. His sword had slipped from his hand a few minutes ago, and he was completely defenceless. As his vision swam, frost escaped from his fingers; it was something that his powers would often do whenever he was in a bad situation. The frost itself was harmless, Jack knew that, or so he thought.

Through his blurred vision, he could see that the sand seemed to be loosing its grip on the spaces where the ice had spread, and was freezing.

These are only grains of sand, Jack thought suddenly, if I freeze the individual grains… his thoughts trailed off, the lack of oxygen kicking in. Sand was leaking through his mouth, ears, nostrils…

Come on! Jack yelled to himself, trying to spread the frost as quick as he could. But he was loosing consciousness, and soon the spirit knew he would be stuck in the sand forever –

And suddenly the sand was loosening its grip, and Jack found he could move his arms.

Using the iced sand as a support, the spirit scrambled upwards, sand now streaming through his mouth. Then he found he could move his legs, and kicked them weakly.

Coughing and gasping, Jack reached the surface and greedily gulped in the air. Panting, he looked around and saw that he had frozen almost all of the sand. Currently, he was grabbing on to a particularly thick piece of ice, half of him still in the sand.

"Fuck…" gasping, Jack hauled himself upwards until he was fully on the ice and lay down, breathing heavily. "F…fuck…damn…" he turned his head so he had a better look at the scene in front of him. Beside him, he could see the hilt of his sword poking out of the sand.

"My sword!" Jack rolled over and reached out. His fingers brushed the sword hilt and grabbed it tightly. Hauling it to his side, the spirit closed his eyes, flashes of the whole ordeal running through his mind.

"That sand was meant to be a trap." Jack said to no one in particular, organising his muddled thoughts. "Why else would it be right at the entrance? So he knew I was coming…he knows that I'm alive." Jack sighed, opening his eyes again. "So why hasn't he tracked me down. Where are all the nightmares?" Jack furrowed his eyebrows, confused. If he were Pitch, he would find the person that was taking away his prisoners.

"I don't understand." Jack admitted to himself after a few more minutes of wondering. "Is this whole place a trap? But Raven was certain that this was the place…where are the nightmares?!" Jack eventually asked in frustration. Suddenly, he remembered when he was in Burgess, where Tooth had been imprisoned; there had been no nightmares there, but apart from the giant bear, which he had to fight. Was it possible that Pitch had pulled the same trick twice?

"Ah fuck." Jack got up, using his sword as support. He looked around, searching for a way out of the room, and found a small, vent-like space next to him. Specially designed for nightmares.

"Looks like I'm crawling through that thing." Jack shoved his sword through the space first. "Hope nothing is waiting there." The spirit said as an afterthought. "Ah well." He shuffled through the small space, slowly moving through the dark tunnel.

—

Sandy looked away from the creature again but still felt its piecing gaze on him. In truth, the sandman was listening out for any other noises. Though he convinced himself he was imagining it, the defeated guardian still felt like there was someone else here. Why else would Pitch create this nightmare all of a sudden? Maybe…no, it couldn't be. He couldn't get his hopes up.

Hissing, the creature slipped further into the shadows, completely concealing itself from view. This made Sandy ponder even more on his thoughts – mainly consisting on the scream. As much as he didn't like to think that someone could've made that sound, he was beginning to believe more and more that someone was in this hidden place with him.

A angry hiss echoed through the tunnels, sounding like the nightmare Sandy had seen earlier. But what made the sandman straighten suddenly was the fact that, along with the hissing, there was loud, human sounding yells could be heard. There was definitely someone here. And they were going to battle the nightmare. Sandy could only wish them luck.

—

Jack yelled as a long, scaled tail thrashed beside him, missing him by inches.

So my thoughts were right. Jack thought, feeling a smile twitch on his lips, despite the circumstances.

The spirit had just entered into a large, dark tunnel. And then this nightmare came, coiling out of the shadows, hissing angrily. To Jack, it looked like a giant snake with rows of fangs and a spiked tail.

"Is that all ya got?!" Jack yelled, laughing as he cartwheeled past the snake's head as it lunged towards him, snarling.

—

"Is that all ya got?!"

Sandy lifted his head higher, feeling like he had heard that cocky voice before. It had been over seventy years, but he would recognise it anywhere. But how could it be?

How could it be Jack Frost, when he was lying under the ice?

How?

And yet…

I'm really sorry this is so short, but I'm having trouble getting inspired at the moment.

Anyway, review please! I really like reading them. Any requests? Improvements? Please tell me, I don't mind