A.N. Alrighty! Moving on to my next prompt! :D

FROM: Crazylilgrace - slender man

Dun-dun-dun

It's almost Halloween, perfect timing for the prompt!

Alright… So, I actually had to look some stuff up for this, because I didn't know much about slender man…

Hopefully I did alright. No, it's not horror, not really. I kind of made it humor…. Whoops.

And no, it's not scary at all…

… This is a start on the "Pitch sort of becomes friends with the Guardians" thing I want to add into my story…

Disclaimer: Artemis Fowl: Apparently, the author of this narrative wishes me to tell the audience that she does not have any claim to the movie "Rise of the Guardians." Seeing as I have now done so, I shall now leave her be, quite happily, I may add, considering I was coerced into doing this.

Slender Man

"Hi!"

Oh no. The Frost brat again.

Pitch was annoyed.

Frost had been coming to his lair every day for the past four days.

"Hi!"

The spirit would come and just sit, seemingly fine with the arrangement.

Pitch wasn't.

"Hey?"

He wouldn't shut up.

When the bringer of winter had shown up, Pitch had been expecting something like the time five years ago, when the brat had shown up, and then yelled at the Boogeyman in an odd accent, before leaving in a rush. This was not to be. Frost apparently came just to jabber away at the Nightmare King.

"Pitch? Hello?"

The Boogeyman ran his hand down his face, upset that his work was going to be interrupted. He'd learned the second day that Frost wouldn't leave, even under threat. A grumpy look was cast at the door, which he'd learned the third day, was not an option for escape.

"Hi Pitch! How you doing?"

"Go away Frost."

"Aw, come on! You know you love having someone to get grumpy at!"

"Go away."

"See? Told you! Who would you get annoyed at if I wasn't here?"

Golden eyes narrowed at the spirit that stood in the doorway to the Boogeyman's "office." A desk and chair was in one corner, while an uncomfortable looking couch was shoved against the other wall. A closet stood across from the door. All was made of black sand, except the laptop and closet, which were silver and brown, respectively.

"Go away."

"You sound like a broken recorder." Frost remarked as he moved to the couch, to crouch on the arm, in an almost amazing feat of balance.

A growl escaped from Pitch's throat, "Frost!"

"So he speaks!" This was said in a dramatic tone of voice.

"Get out."

"Didn't we already go over this a few days ago? I told you, I don't leave until I want to." A smirk was plastered on the spirit's face.

Pitch sighed and twisted his chair around to move his attention to the monitor, knowing it would be a waste of time to try to fight him with physical force or Nightmare sand, the last time he tried, he hadn't unfrozen for six and a half hours.

"So, watcha doing?"

"Nothing of interest Frost."

"Get good Wi-Fi down here?"

Pitch ignored him, instead choosing to bring up the internet.

Frost moved behind his shoulder, making the Boogeyman grind his teeth.

"Go away!"

"Watcha looking up?" This asked as Pitch clicked into a web search.

"A hobby of mine."

"What kind of hobby?"

"As I said, nothing of interest."

"Alright."

Frost moved back to the couch, only to pull it off the wall, so that the arm was near Pitch's shoulder. The spirit returned to his previous position, only now able to peer at the screen.

Pitch let his face fall in to his hands. A sigh of defeat was heard as he turned to look at the bringer of winter. The teen was obliviously staring at the screen with a confused look.

"Slenderman? Is he a friend of yours or something? 'Cuz, he's right up your ally."

"You've heard of him?" This was asked with a genuine tone of surprise - not many immortals bothered to keep up with the mortal's new ideas.

"Yeah, Jamie told me about him."

"I suppose you could say he is an acquaintance of mine." A small smirk was apparent on the Boogeyman's face.

"Wow, really? I was joking about that. Hmm, weird. Does he talk? Does he really stalk people? Does he-"

"Shut up!"

"…"

"If you really want to meet him, I can make the arrangements." This was said with an evil look on Pitch's face.

Jack swallowed hard, he had heard the stories from Jamie. But, Pitch's tone was challenging, and Jack didn't back down from challenges.

"Sure!"

Pitch blinked, he hadn't been expecting the brat to accept. Shoot.

"Alright, but you'll have to leave while I summon him, he doesn't like having people know how to summon him."

"Okay." At least Frost sounded a bit nervous, oh yes, this would be fun.

Jack lingered outside the door to the office room. He wondered if he should take this opportunity to escape, but there was the challenge that he couldn't back down from. Maybe slender man wouldn't be as bad as the stories? Jack himself was the victim of many warps in his own legends, yes, it would be best to keep an open mind.

Odd sounds were coming from the room. Jack would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. His thoughts were running wild, it was almost Halloween, and maybe slender man would be busy? Ha. Ha. Ha. Jack's mind flew to the creepy things Jamie had told him about him. After he had explained everything to Jack, he asked if slender man was an immortal too. Jack had reassured him, of course not. Now, Jack needed some reassurance himself. Nobody was watching him; maybe he could make a break for it.

Just as he turned to leave, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He quickly spun, but nothing was there. Yet another blur was seen to his left. Jack spun again, but still didn't catch the figure. His breath was coming faster now. He never should have risen to the challenge Pitch gave him. A creepy-crawly sensation made its way up his back. He could feel himself being watched. His heart beat faster and faster, and his eyes widened to their full potential. His staff was held in front of him, in a defensive position.

"Uh, hey, slender man, how's your day going?" Jack let out a chuckle that sounded more like a squeak.

The figure in his peripherals didn't say anything.

"Uh, guess you can't talk huh? Too bad, it's fun sometimes. Hey you scare any people lately? Probably." Now Jack was just babbling, spinning in a slow circle.

He turned once more, only to find the tall figure right in front of him. Jack let out a girlish shriek, not that he would ever admit it, and flew backward.

The figure in front of him stood still. It didn't move until Jack dared to blink from his spot on the floor.

The man disappeared again.

Now, Jack wasn't the type to scare easily. He'd always been able to laugh things off. Right now, that strategy wasn't working. He was trembling. Of course, it had nothing to do with the fact that slender man was in the room. Ha-ha. Yes, Jack thought to himself, that was sarcasm. Though Jack wouldn't admit it, Jamie's stories about the recent legend did spook him.

~Flashback~

"See Jack? This guy is slender man. Stalker extraordinaire"

"Uhm, a white faced guy in a business suit?"

"Yup, here look at the stories!"

"The Slender Man is commonly said to stalk, abduct, or traumatize people, particularly children," Jack read off of Wikipedia, "The Slender Man is described as very tall and thin with unnaturally long arms, which it can extend to intimidate or capture prey."

"Well that's creepy…"

"I know right? That's not it. There have been sightings everywhere!"

"Jamie, you do know this is made up right?"

"Well, people say you're made up."

Jack didn't know how to respond to this.

~End Flashback~

Jack was frozen. Not in the literal sense, well sort of, he always had been, but that wasn't what he meant. He couldn't move.

Slender man had come up behind him, he was sure of it. Just like something Pitch would do…

Wait, something was off about this whole thing.

Pitch, friends with slender man? Hmm. Then there were those noises in the room…

Jack was pretty happy with his ability to reason while in panic mode.

As the reality of what he had just figured out hit him, he started laughing uncontrollably.

Slender man A.K.A Pitch was confused. He had just been having fun scaring the smirk off of the Frost brat when the kid had started laughing. Not just a nervous whimpering laugh, or a chuckle, full on belly aching laughter. Pitch stood behind the spirit, blinking. The teen was in tears on the floor. Pitch scrunched his eyebrows – was this Jack's reaction to fear? Well, this was awkward.

Jack's stomach hurt from the laughter, but it was a hilarious situation, and he couldn't stop. Eventually, he calmed down enough to choke out,

"Ha," He giggled, "nice one Pitch, ha! Never thought you would have been one for the practical joke! Ha!"

Maybe it was his imagination, but the being that had stood behind him seemed to cock its head.

A snort made its way out of Jack's mouth, "So, guess you like playing dress up huh? Ha!"

Pitch now knew that his charade was up. He allowed the sand that formed his "costume" to fall away. Frost just giggled harder at the sight of him.

"Knew it!"

"Knew what Frost?"

It took a full thirty seconds for Jack to calm down enough to reply, "Knew you loved dressing up! Ha!"

He dissolved into laughter again. Pitch was alarmed at the sight. He didn't know what to do with a slightly hysterical spirit.

"Get off my floor Frost."

The teen couldn't reply for laughter.

Pitch sighed, and returned to his office.

It took fifteen minutes before the brat joined him.

The spirit was trying to hold in his laughter.

"That was awesome!" This was said with his chest heaving from trying not to laugh.

"Well, you deserved it."

Frost cocked his head, "Yeah, probably." Now, his smirk was firmly back in place.

The spirit returned to his spot on the couch.

"So, slender man huh?"

"Yes, Frost, that is the name the mortals have given my 'costume' recently."

Frost's eyes narrowed, "So, you stalk people until they go insane, mostly children." The hard tone in his voice was slightly frightening.

"Sadly no, that is yet another misconception of the mortal society. I'm afraid, that they simply have seen me in that particular clothing choice multiple times over the years, and have made up a name for it."

Frost relaxed a bit, "So you figured out a way to be seen, just not by your actual title and stuff."

"Those are the basics of it."

"Cool!"

There was a slight pause as Pitch watched the spirit's brows furrow, before getting a positively evil look in his eyes.

"What would you say to a prank?"

"What do you have in mind, Frost?"

A.N. Soo.. yeah slight cliffy. I'll be continuing this. I wasn't planning on it having more than one part, but it just happened.

Who do you think they should prank? Bunny or Sandy or someone that Jack has a rivalry with? (I'm thinking maybe Cupid or something…)

Please leave your preference in a review if you want to.

I know it's kind of OOC, but I have reasons for this, please believe me!

To crazylilgrace: Sorry, probably not what you were expecting… Hopefully these virtual cookies that I am now giving you will make up for it. *cookie* *cookie* *cookie*

Uhm, nope nothing else, except that Jack's accented mistake part 3 is up next, followed by White Wings part 2 :) I'm so happy people like it!

Please review if you can!

-sprinkles