Aster ran through the tunnels, his feet barley ever touching the ground. "Why did you do this Jack? Why did you do this to yourself?" he thought, seeing the scars that littered Jacks arms every time he blinked. He knew that Jack had been depressed, but he never would have guessed that he was cutting himself. He thought that Jack would get over his sadness with time, since that was how Aster did. He thought he was being considerate by leaving him alone, but apparently that had only made it worse. "What if he did this because he was being ignored again? What if I am responsible?" His eyes widened at the thought, but he didn't stop. He never meant to hurt jack, he couldn't. In truth, he liked it whenever Jack pulled a prank on him, he thought it was kind of cute the way Jack laughed. The only time he didn't like one of Jacks pranks, was when he caused that blizzard on Easter. He never had forgiven Jack for that, but he swore that once this was all over, he was going to do just that. He could see it now, he was going to take Jack by the hand and lead him to this nice little cliff that overlooked the entire warren. Then he was going to tell Jack just how much he mattered to him. After that, whatever happens, happens. But first, Jack needed help and North was the perfect man for the job.
A few minutes later, Aster arrived at the factory."North!" He shouted. A few of the yetis looked up from the toys they were working on, then went back to work. "North!" He shouted again, his foot tapping the ground impatiently. This really wasn't the time for North to be late. Aster grunted, then took off through the factory, intent on taking North to see Jack even if it meant dragging him by his shaggy beard.
"Aster.." Jack muttered in his sleep. He turned over in his sleep and rolled out of the bed. He hit the ground with a thud, and his eyes shot open. "Ow…" he said as he stood up. "Aster?" He called, but there was no answer. "How did I end up in here?" He thought. He tried to remember, but all he could recall was a feeling of intense depression. Then he remembered a feeling of security and soft fur… He felt his face heat up, and he shook his head to clear those thoughts away. He walked to the door, and called out again. "Aster?" once again, there was no answer. He was alone. He walked into the kitchen, and saw his staff propped up against the wall. He grabbed it and immediately felt a chill run through him. God that felt good. He turned to leave the house, staff in hand, when he heard the voice again. "Oh look at that, you're alone again. I guess that goes to show how no one can stand you. Aster even abandoned his home, just to get away from you." Jack turned, but no one was behind him. "You are so pathetic, do you know that? You can't even find people that even pretend to enjoy your company."
"Shut up, that's not true."Said Jack, but the voice kept going, getting louder. "How's your sister, Jack? Do you even know? I know. She's dead." Jack ran out of the house, trying to escape the voice, but it followed, intensifying the faster he ran. The normally bright and colorful warren seemed to darken. "Leave me alone!" Jack shouted, and for a moment the voice stopped. Jack stopped running, and looked around. The warren was continuing to grow darker, until it was nearly impossible to see anything. "Do you know how she died Jack?" The voice said again, and this time it sounded as if it was coming from directly above him. Jack looked up and found himself starring directly into the eyes of Pitch Black. "I'll show you, it really was a sad way to go…" As Pitch said that, the remaining light of the warren seemed to disappear. And then Jack screamed.