Author's note: *Platypus sounds* I need to really progress on this story, so I gotta move fast on these revisions blaaarghh... Added a whole new scene to this, though! Also, a shout-out to ThatGeekyAsian and TheHungryRainbow for favoring and following this story~! 3

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try

To fix you

I look back at the warren longer than anyone else did. Sand. Black sand. I twitch my fingers rapidly to try and get my mind off it. My throat is terribly dry and I just know I need to inform Sandy of this. But I can't get anything out my mouth because now I'm more nervous about visiting the tooth fairy's hideout. As ridiculous as that is. The Tooth Palace had always been a nightmare for me, even more so than North's hideout. So many small fairies flying here and there, high and low, endlessly phasing through me. Deep down I wonder why I agreed to this idea.

The thought of telling Sandy that I wanted to go home crosses my mind. And then it occurs to me, that I don't have a home. Or a hideout. Or anything at all. Just the shirt on my back and the shoes on my feet. I might have dodged a bullet by keeping my mouth shut. A sigh escapes my lips anyway. "Pitch Black might've been inside the warren." I mutter nonchalantly all of a sudden. I am suddenly feeling brash. If not braver. Granted, not having a house to live in always manages to push my buttons. Though I can never seem to remember to actually build one...

The landing is a lot more rough this time. As soon as the words leave my mouth, the sand cloud takes a sharp turn to the left, surprising even Jack as he lets out a boyish exclaim. Admittedly, I had almost fallen off, if I hadn't been quick enough to clutch the grains of gold below. And then I am dropped to the ground, though my stomach lurches thinking we are still hundreds of feet above it. I land just as hard anyway. "Ow."

I lift my head and find myself inside a mountain cave. Well. Now I'm in trouble. The Tooth Palace is still a few hundred miles away, and Jack seems to find this curious. A huge relief fills my chest as he approaches Sandy and looks down at him. "Sandy? Are you alright? Why are we stopping?" The snow spirit's brows were knit together. I can't help but notice this. But with eyes unmoving from mine, Sandy holds up a hand to Jack and gives a cough. Finally his eyes peel away from mine to glance at Jack and pat his chest, as if saying he is unwell. Unfortunately, he gets the hint and flies out to check on the surroundings, and I was left alone. I hesitate, but I slowly turn my head to look at him. His eyes are back on me. Immediately I throw my gaze to the ground again.

"...What?"

'Oh, you know 'what'.' His tone, for the rarest of occasions, is harsh. I almost cringe. 'Did you really see him? Why didn't you tell me right away? How could you wait? Tell me what happened right now.'

The sudden abrasiveness is not well suited to me. So for several minutes I only stare at the ground. I pull the edge of my mouth back towards my cheek. A long breath blowing from my nose. I gather the courage to face him again and speak. "I wanted to be sure it wasn't all in my head. You know black sand was still leaking out of my ears a month after... The incident. It could've all been an illusion. And I didn't want to cause a hype."

'Well you certainly have now.'

"Better late than never." I say this with a shrug, and Sandy furrows his brows chidingly at me. "Alright, alright. While you were chatting with Bunny, I saw something black going into the tunnels. I think it followed us since we left North's workshop. So, I went after it, and suddenly I heard this... Laughter. A bone chilling kind of laughter. And suddenly, there was that crow-"

'So you did throw that egg.'

"I thought it was a rock." I sneer at him and frown. "And that's not the point. It felt... Dark. What would a crow be doing underground in Bunny's hideout of all hideouts? I had to take it down." I begin to furrow my brows again as the feather came back into her thoughts. "...When it took off, it left several feathers behind. So I picked one up and... It became black sand. And then I swear, a crack appeared on one of the egg guardians."

And then there is a long pause between us. I'm sure, he doesn't know what's happening either. On my hand, I can't piece anything together either. I know that anything Pitch tries is a compromise to the world and myself personally, but I just can't seem to build up any sense of worry or concern. Not that that is unusual. I just feel that such emotions would be appropriate at the moment. I wish I care more, but being severed is a large part of who I am. My eyes glance to Sandy, however. And he is thinking hard. The silence is almost deafening.

'...I will... Pass this on to the other Guardians. And see what they think. Just in case Pitch really is trying something big again.' Finally his thought breaks through, reminding me that my ears are still fully functional. It almost amuses me how diplomatic he is being. And I know what a horrible person this makes me. I allow myself a cough. But this only establishes how awkward I am feeling.

But then something catches me off guard. Enough to make me flinch. Sandy turns back to me and says, 'I'm sorry.'

I have trouble finding my voice. "Sorry for what...?"

'To have put you through... This.' Sandy gestured his head to where Jack went, and I figure he also meant my unpleasant experience in the journey so far. 'I wish I could make it up to you.'

I force a smile to the golden man. "It's alright. None of us knew how this would've turned out. It's not your fault." I half did, but I keep my mouth shut.

'Well, I just did a bunch of dreams for Tooth yesterday... I mean, that should be enough to keep the children in check for a while. We could skip the Tooth Palace if you want.' Sandy must've somehow read my mind. I dislike it when somebody takes a peek inside my head.

"No, you can't do that. It won't be fair for Tooth. Just go ahead. I'll stay put here."

Hesitance was clear on Sandy's face, but he agrees anyway. Though I'm sure he would have a heck of a time explaining to Jack why they would need to come back here. To pick me up. But in only a moment, he conjures up his dust cloud, flying out the mouth of the cave, and leaving me to myself. I slowly lift my hand and touch my chest where my heart lay. Two hundred years ago, I would've been so thrilled to be left alone. But now... Why was it different?

I can somehow sense a growing worry in Sandy. And it is not necessarily due to the revelation we discussed earlier. I cannot blame him. I've been thinking more and more. It is worse than usual. I truly believe that Man in the Moon has fated Sandy to become a big brother to me. Perhaps there is a silent agreement between them that I am oblivious of. He always tries his very best to bond with me. I often wish I can respond better to his kind gestures.

As he flies to the Tooth Palace, I am left in awe of Manny's kindness. One that I had once taken for granted and seen as unnecessary. But after centuries of living, I now understand his true purpose. Living in isolation. Needing to stay away from everything, invisible to absolutely everyone, questioning everyday if you really did exist. It is something to drive one insane.

But then again, that was how Jack used to feel too. He was confused and lost, questioning why he existed. All of the guardians had once felt that way. All of the spirits. No one should ever feel like that. Except me, apparently. I'm fated to live this way for the rest of eternity. All this time I am twitching my fingers. Tirelessly. Endlessly. It is a pleasant thing, and despite everything, I do love my job.

With the symphony of whistling icy outside, time seems to almost halt.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

A steady rhythm echoes by, soothing me. The water continuously falls, the sound bouncing off the walls of the cave. They beckon my eyes to close, and drift away into the realm of slumber. Even though I will never be able to.

I try to focus on my weaving instead, but my mind is distracted. The bright colors of my fantasies are being tarnished by dark ones. This means I am still scared. I need a calm, undisturbed mind to create fantasies properly. The good fantasies are pale colors of blue, pink, green, and occasionally yellow. Bad fantasies are black and blood red. The ones I'm seeing in the weave right now are blood red, the equivalent of fear and tragedy.

I stop for a moment. If I keep weaving, there is a good chance I might scare the children to death. My eyes begin to scan the cave in absently. In my head is the silly idea that there is someone in there with me. I don't understand why. Yet the feeling is familiar, and reeling not so fond memories to the surface of my mind. And suddenly I am back to two years ago, when Pitch's nightmares seized almost each and every child on Earth. Anxious, when the lights went out, when the minds were closing. Fidgety, when I watched the children from outside their windows, losing their belief, and I could do nothing. On edge, when I couldn't think straight and no thought came through right. Afraid, when Pitch was still running loose.

"Pitch..."

The name rang in my ears. Leaving a bad taste in my mouth. My eyes scan the cave once more.

Is he here now? Has he truly been following us?

I begin to watch the shadows. Half expecting and half hoping for one to move. Just a glimpse, a flash, moving from one end to the other. Something that will prove my suspicions and show me that I am still in the right mind. I wait, and wait, and wait. Sitting so still that I'm afraid I'll forget how to move again. My throat is dry because something inside me knows that it is him. It has to be him. It has to be. I know he is here, wrecking my nerves, feeding off of my fear unknowingly. He is following Jack and Sandy. And I now I realize why.

Revenge. That was why.

I imagine he must've grown stronger if he were to be so bold as to come back. Or maybe he has just figured out a better plan. His previous one, as I remember it, was not at all well planned out. He expected to win a war with no strategy. And even with that, he managed to almost achieve his victory. I feel shivers up my spine. Pitch Black is determined to get what he wanted.

And all of a sudden, something gold sparkles in the distance. My eyes focus on the approaching speck of light instead, and wonder how long I'd just been sitting there. Sandy's face is wide with a grin. I suspect something very bad has happened. In my favor, of course.

He lands rather ungracefully and comes bounding toward me. This scares me, for some odd reason. Perhaps because I am still shaken from my earlier experience. Yet still, I stand and back away from him. He is grinning like a madman to me and he holds both his hand up in a peace offering. I stop back away and stare at him with confusion. The height difference suddenly hits me. The sandman is only as tall as my waist. If you don't count the hair. Suddenly I have an urge to crouch down.

But this thought disappears quickly, as Sandy grabs both of my hands. And he says the most shocking five words I have ever heard in my life;

'I will make you visible.'

My knees are suddenly jelly, and I fall to the ground anyway. My eyes are wide and suddenly I can't breathe. "W-… W-… What…?" I say breathlessly. I worry I might pass out. Sandy keeps his hands on mind and he nods his head, with a jingle of subtle bells. His grin looks too big for his face, and that scares me more because I know he is serious. In my unmoving mind, I somehow find irony in this situation. How I've always craved to finally be visible, yet be so terrified when the time came. And it has.

'I will make you visible, Daydream.' Sandy repeats himself.

"H-… How…? Won't we get in trouble for this?" I speak as if we are discussing a scandal. And I do believe this counts as one.

'Manny never said I couldn't help you become visible.' His smile shrinks into a moderate smile, and he backs up to give me space. 'Who's to say this was how he wanted things to turn out?'

"Well, the reviving me as an invisible spirit sends a rather clear message." I somehow manage to find my sass again.

'Have faith in me, Daze, please.' He holds his hands up together in a begging motion. ''I've figured it out. My sand can give you form in the other Guardian's vision. It's the same principle as invisible objects. For example, Daze, when North loses his invisible toys, how does he find them?'

"Well, he starts throwing flour all about to coat the... Toys..." I get it. "You're going to coat me in sand?"

'Yes! I'm not sure if it will work, as it is just a theory I would like to try, but I'm sure failure wouldn't be too fatal.' I freeze. What is that supposed to mean, really? 'If it works, then you will become visible, and I'll have discovered a new inventive technique for my dreams! I will try to merge the sand into you to produce a more solid form and- well, let's just try it!'

There are a million and one things wrong with this idea. But before I can object, Sandy produces his dream strings and tangles me in it, constricting my arms, legs, and head. Horrifying. It is the only way I can describe it. The tentacles constricting like a boa and I begin to choke as the strings wrap around my neck and coat my nose. I can't breathe. I have become one of Sandy's dreams. A form of a girl covered in golden dust. The grip soon loosens, and when I think it is finally over, the sand is squeezes into me, forcing itself under my skin. Painful. Like being pricked with blunt needles on every inch of your skin. It becomes unbearable and I finally let out a scream.

A blinding light fills the cave and my body shivers violently. When it is all over, he drops me to the ground. I feel my body unable to move itself, save for the occasional twitching. Sandy immediately rushes to my side and places a hand on my shoulder. And you know what? It doesn't phase. I flinch at the touch. He helps me to my feet and I can feel every yank and pull Sandy applied on me, not one touch phasing through like it normally would. And I knew it had worked.

For a moment, Pitch is forgotten.

Yaaaayyyy visibility~

So, yup! I merged a part of chapter five with this one, so expect an entirely new sequence for the new chapter! Also, I'm deleting the other chapters because I don't want anyone to see my shame before the new versions are up ;u; But what do you guys think about Daze's point of view so far?

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