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Unusually, the snow globe had transported Jack to where is dream started – at the mouth of a cave. Looking around, Jack wasn't able recognise the steep mountains and hills that were scattered around him; he seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, and the cave itself, if you were passing by, looked like a dent in the earth, not an entrance.

Jack gripped his sword tightly and forced his feet to walk forwards, into the darkness. As he predicted, as soon as he entered the cave, he couldn't see a thing, and had to rely on his frost again to make his way through. The darkness made his chest tighten, and the spirit stepped back again, expecting to move out of the cave again to try and calm himself.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was a solid wall.

"What?!" Jack gasped, pressing his hands on what once was the cave entrance. "When did that happen?!" He only moved one step, and even that was small. The spirit felt the wall more carefully, and noticed that it was made out of tiny grains of some sort. Probably nightmare sand.

A snort behind him jolted Jack from his thoughts, and he turned around. Though he could see nothing, he could sense a creature was standing a few metres away from him.

"I need some light!" The spirit yelled in frustration. The creature waiting for him began to move forwards (or was it backwards?) loudly, its feet dragging on the floor.

And, all of a sudden, Jack could see. His sword was now glowing brightly in his hand, lighting up the whole chamber. And, with the new light, Jack noticed three unpleasant things.

One, there was actually more than one nightmare – maybe ten? Twenty?

Two, these nightmares were huge.

And three – these nightmares were different from the others; they weren't horses, but deer. To be more specific, reindeer. But not really – reindeer were nice and friendly. These reindeer had large, spiked horns and six long, bony legs which ended with talons instead of hooves.

"Oh shit." Jack muttered, pressing his back against the wall. The deer charged forwards, shrieking, and the spirit quickly jumped upwards, launching himself off the wall. The nightmares sharply turned and lunges forwards again; again, Jack tried to dodge but one of the monsters bit down on his injured leg. Jack yelled out in a mixture of pain and surprised, kicking the nightmare brutally to send it skidding behind its comrades. Panting, Jack sliced the reindeer that got too close – however, twice as many would return, stalking slowly towards him.

Turning his nails into the ice-claws, the spirit used the wall as a ramp and launched himself across the cave again, landing neatly on his feet.

He thought he landed neatly, anyway; unfortunately, his leg made him stumble towards a dip that was hidden in the shadows. There were a few seconds where he wobbled dangerously at the edge.

And then he fell silently, too shocked to scream. The darkness swallowed him once more. Jack reached the ground, landing with a sharp crack. And then darkness again.

—

Jack was first aware of a sharp pain in his head, making him gasp. A cold took over him soon after, however, reassuring the spirit that the pain would soon leave.

"Ouch…" The spirit whispered, sitting up slowly. He looked up, wincing, and saw a small pinprick of light from where he fell. The shrieks of nightmares echoed above him, and the spirit smiled slightly, knowing (though unintentionally) that he had escaped from them. He wasn't very enthusiastic in fighting them, to be honest.

"What now?" Jack muttered, standing up unsteadily, clutching his head. It was completely dark in the hidden chamber he was in now, apart from his sword that was glowing next to him. Scooping up the weapon, Jack began to wander around the room, feeling the blood flow running down his neck slow down gratefully.

"Those nightmares were definitely guarding something." Jack muttered, trying to arrange his thoughts. "Or maybe they were a distraction? I dunno." He turned left. "But I think falling down that hole was an accident, though, so maybe Pitch doesn't know I'm here." He turned right. "But I need to find North…I just don't know where he is. Maybe further undergr-" Jack was suddenly dragged off his feet and slung into a wall. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he saw hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, flashing red. More nightmares – great.

Before he could react, the largest nightmare charged forward, pinning him against the wall with its antlers. The other creatures moved forward in a wave, just like that night were Sandy "died", all those years ago. The memory had stuck in his mind ever since. The sandman's eyes widening. Himself, charging forward, realising that he wasn't going to make it –

This was the same, but this time it was North, not Sandy.

North could be dying right now and he was here, letting the nightmares beat him.

"No!" Jack yelled, feeling power race beneath his skin. Automatically, his sword switched back into his staff, which was lightening up the whole tunnel. Crystal eyes filled with a blue glow, and ice tore itself from his skin and towards the nightmares.

To Jack, it felt like he had tonnes of arms. He could control each ice beam, bend them at his will, aim straight for the reindeer-copy's eyes. And once it was all over, once the nightmares were less than dust, Jack drew the arms back in, hiding them once more.

Jack leans against the wall, closing his eyes. He let a smile creep up on his face in relief.

"Jack!"

Jack turned his head, feeling his heart drop. He knew that voice.

"Jack!"

"North!" Jack yelled, running into the middle of the cave. "Where are you! Please!"

"Jack…" North's voice faded alarmingly, and the spirit's breath hitched. Quickly, he dashed through a small tunnel, frost spreading out behind him.

—

Pitch watched the boy dash away, chuckling. Jack Frost has no idea that the voice was fake. He had no idea that he was meant to fall into that hole. The Boogeyman began to sing softly.

"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick…"

Sorry this is so short, but I haven't been feeling like writing lately.

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