Fear Of Fear's.
Chapter 6 : Are We There Yet?
Pitch's eyes fluttered open.
His head, back, legs, arms, even his arse - hurt like hell. He's been there, he knows.
Feeling as though he was going to puke at any moment, Pitch focused his eyes on where he was. His body was moving? Wait, he was on something that was moving - and someone was on him!
Without using much strength, Pitch lifted himself up.
Groaning slightly in pain as he felt a certain amount of weight on his back. Not a lot to hurt him more, but enough to make him wish he hadn't moved at all.
"What the hell are you doing, mate?!" He hears Bunnymund shout. Pitch stops, falling down onto his stomach again. Turning his head ever so slightly to see the Pooka shift himself off of Pitch's back.
"Rabbit?...What happened?"
"We fall, you cracked your big head, I called mi' egg warrior to carry us the rest of the way to the person whose behind this green fog."
"Oh," Pitch said as if it was no big deal. "Are we there yet?"
"Nope, not just yet."
5 minutes later.
"Are we there yet?" Pitch asked again for the 6th time now. He was still on his stomach, but Bunnymund wasn't on him anymore.
"No, just like we weren't there the last time you asked - two seconds ago!"
25 minutes later.
"Are We there yet?"
"No."
"You sure."
"Positive, Pitch."
"50/50?"
"We're not there yet, Pitch." The pooka growled the Nightmare Kings name.
45 minutes later.
"Are we there yet?"
"Not even close."
"Ask a friend?"
"PITCH!"
"Just sayin'."
1 and a half hours later.
"Are we there - "
"Yes."
"Really?"
"NO! Now shut up!"
"And people call me mean." Pitch muttered while rolling his eyes. Bunnymund turned to Baby tooth who was now sitting on his shoulder. "I think he may have cracked his head a bit too bloody much." She nodded in response.
5 hours later.
"Hey Bunnymund?" Pitch looked up at the Rabbit.
"What."
"I have a question."
"Which is?"
"Are we there yet?"
"MY GOD, I'M GOING TO KILL HIM - BABY TOOTH, TAKE THE WHEEL. HIS AS GOOD AS DEAD!"
"I don't mean to cut off your little rant there bunnymund, but there is no wheel on this thing." Pitch dead panned. Bunnymund almost ripped his ears off of his head.
"I'm going to kill him, I really bloody am - I swear - one more word from you and I'll - "
Before Bunnymund could finish, Pitch patted his shoulder.
"What!"
"I believe we're here."
The pooka turned. "Oh, yea. Would you look at that, we're here. What gave it away?"
"Oh I don't know," Pitch started. "The big black castle that has a sign just outside of it saying : Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again."
d-_-b.
Review Or Pm. Don't kill me, I only just remembered this story was here - sorry. :(