Lulz, I had this done for a while, I don't know why I hadn't uploaded it already. For a bonus round, I'll try to knock another one out tonight. Happy 4th of July peeps! Or just happy Thursday for those of you outside the U.S. XD
Pitch couldn't believe the excitement he was feeling at that moment. Everything was coming together even better than he had planned. Little Jacky-poo was stuck in the dark, fighting an enemy that wasn't really there. The Reaper lurked behind him everywhere he went. His bright white pupils glowing as he watched Frost sulk around, searching for a way out; the cold, unconscious Cupid resting in his firm grasp. The Guardians were locked up, far out of reach from the cold spirit. There was no possible way they could get out, and even if they did, well, they were far too lost to find their way out.
Unlike the benevolent spirits, the Boogieman was used to the dark. Used to being trapped for years on years on years. He could find his way out of the deepest, dankest hole there ever was, and be able to give a detailed summary of it. However, once you trap the Guardians in a dark place, they're nothing more than blind mice, groveling around, searching wildly for a way out. All that was necessary would be to lead them back into their cage with a bit of luring. Pitch was good at luring.
This cave wasn't any cave. It was a den. It was the home he made when he decided to come out from under the bed. Much more practical, he thought. There was much more room in the cave than underground. And he already knew it like the back of his hand.
"Pitch!" He heard Jack's voice echo in the cave. Jack had been calling his name for atleast an hour now. It was amusing, truly. To watch the poor boy stumble through his labyrinth. Pitch wasn't even sure if he was trying to get out or not. After all, the poor boy's only really succeeded in going around in circles. And he was holding a figment to top it off. As if Pitch would put his little toy Cupid in danger of that frozen menace. No, Cupid was safe and sound with the Guardians. Facing her own little torture. Pitch wondered how long all them could hold out before someone finally gave in.
Maybe it would be Jack, being heart-broken and stalked. Everytime he turned around he smelt the foul odor of death and saw glowing white orbs dance in front of him. Or perhaps the Guardians, trapped in the dark by a reject one of them. Pitch remembered their cries when he had thrown them in there, and then to top it off Cupid was in there aswell. The little reject Guardian of Love. And then there was Cupid. Trapped with those she knew despised her, and her love possibly dead. Oh yeah, and she was in the lair of he who she hated the most.
Yes, Pitch had his bets on Cupid. What a splendid race this would be.
Previously, within the depths of the Labyrinth;
Cupid awoke to her forearms sliding across gravel. She let out a cry of pain and heard a loud, booming cackle come from behind her. She turned her face to meet the laugh but saw nothing. She was completely surrounded by darkness. Even without the darkness there, Cupid would know the voice regardless. It was too cruel. Too familiar.
It didn't matter. He didn't bother with her. "Get back 'ere, vermin!" She heard the Aussie yell in her ear. A large, fluffy mound flew past her and towards Pitch. It was quickly followed by a flutter of wings and a giant Russian. Cupid knew these figures well. She had been with them for quite some time; living, laughing, guarding.
"Pitch!" Roared the Russian in a fury as he slammed against a wall. "These walls never stop changing!"
"North, calm down." Tooth sooed in a calming whisper. Then a bit louder, "Who did he throw in here? Are you a child?" Cupid didn't speak a word. She was too terrified. Maybe it was of Pitch, maybe of the Guardians, whatever it was, it kept her pinned against the wall of the cave, motionless. A small trickle of light illuminated a small portion of the room from a small crack in the wall. Dreamsand hovered in the opening, small portions going out through the hole.
Sandy, Cupid thought. Sandy was the only Guardian whom Cupid was sure didn't hate her. He had always accepted her into the Santoff Clausen, even when everyone else didn't. If only she could reach out to him.
"Probably no one," North said with a sigh. "Pitch is clearly trying to mess with minds."
"I'm gettin' real tired of this," Bunnymund groaned before hopping over to the hole in the wall. He began scraping at it with his front paws. "This is our only hope, I guess." The rock walls of the cave barely noticed Bunnymund's efforts. Cupid curled herself into a ball without mking a sound and carefully drifted into sleep. She was exhausted and worried and anxious. She couldn't stand to be conscious anymore