A/N On fear of death, thanks to "Mmm" (Guest), I've made the choice to put my arse into action and update this. Lol. There should only be a few more chapters to go thankfully.

Fear Of Fear's.
Chapter 7 : Next From Last.

Pitch and Bunnymund walked up the hill, heading towards the castle which had almost a 1000 steps up ahead. Reaching the steps, almost knackered already. They began their ascent up the steps, quart of the way - Babytooth stopped flying and once again landed in Pitch's hair. Half way up the steps, Bunnymund stopped hopping and jumped on Pitch's back - wait - what!

"What the hell Rabbit?" Pitch snapped, a snarl in his tone as he knocked Bunnymund off. Luckily, or unluckily with Pitch, the Pooka was able to land on a few steps back and not fall all the way down the 500 steps they had just walked up. Pitch glared, Bunnymund glared - Babytooth rolled her eyes.

"Give me a break, mate, I've been hopping forever - "

"And I've been walking 'forever,'" Pitch shot back.

"You've got more leg mass, it's easier for you to skip a few hundred steps."

"Oh like bollocks, quiet bitching for god's sake - it's only another 500 hundred steps to go."

"Yay," Bunnymund said sarcastically. "Forgive me for not jumping up and down with joy."

"I thought you were knackered from hopping?" Pitch said, obviously not getting the sarcasm.

"Oh shut up."

Finally making it up to the top step of the castle, on their hands and knees - Bunnymund on his stomach. Babytooth was knackered just from watching them.

"Whoever," Pitch panted. "Needs *pants* these many *pants* steps are *pants* mad."

"Tell me about it." Bunnymund breathed in a gulp of air. They looked up suddenly though as they heard laughing coming from in front of them, they stopped dead and gulped. There was a huge shadow with pointy sharp teeth lingering at the side of the castle.

"Well, well, well, if isn't some guest!" He laughed evilly but then ended up choking harshly. He coughed, spitting out something. "Ah, I getting to damn old for this crap." He muttered before the shadow went back to having sharp teeth.

"Do you know who I am?" He giggled.

"Not really," Pitch replied while shaking his head.

"What do you mean "Not Really?" I'm legendary!"

"Nope, the voice isn't restring anything." Pitch pipped up again.

"But, I'm - I'm - " He stumbled over his words. Pitch smirked.

"I'm - I'm - I'm - What?" He mimicked the first part.

"SILENCE!" His voice echoed and Pitch hide behind Bunnymund who had gotten up. (Pitch had as well.) "I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE - " Bunnymund held up his paw, cutting the man from his train of thought. "WHAT?" He asked.

"You see this guy," the Pooka stepped aside - showing Pitch. "He's a nightmare to live with, his my worst nightmare yet. His the Nightmare king, mate."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Pitch looked at the Rabbit as though he'd grown another head.

"I'm just sayin', mate, you're not the easiest to live with."

"Oh like your any better, Mr. I'll Just Sit On Pitch Black While He's Unconscious!"

"EXCUSE ME?!" The shadow looked frustrated but neither Pitch or Bunnymund looked at it. Too busy fighting each other with words.

"Is it my fault that you're bloody comfy?!"

"HA, so you admit it!" Pitch pointed his finger at Bunnymund.

"HELLO! I'M STILL HERE, YOU KNOW!"

"I wasn't denying it was I?"

Suddenly they hard something be grabbed, like a lever. Pitch looked down at what they were standing on, which was a : Welcome. Mat. Pitch groaned, his shoulders sagging slightly. Bunnymund looked at him as Pitch spoke.

"Rule number one in the villain hand book : Never step on a "Welcome." mat."

"Why?" The Pooka asked.

"Because, Rabbit, this happEENNNS!" Before Pitch could finish his sentence, the mat fall and so did they. They fall into some hay, the shadow looming over them from the top.

"WELCOME TO MY DUNGEONS!" He laughed again. "YOU'LL BE HAPPY TO KNOW, MY SHOTGUN PRACTICE BEGINS IN 20 MINUTES - UNTIL THEN! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough, cough.* To freaking old." He muttered the last part again before leaving. The mat going back up and it became pitch black (no punt intended).

"Well," Pitch said. "This is clearly your fault."

"Like hell it is mate!"

"Why do we always end up falling?"

As the continued to bicker back and fourth, like an old married couple, they didn't notice that Babytooth wasn't with them. Instead she was above ground, following this...weirdo of a man around for a good reason. To find where the key to the Dungeon was.

d-_-b. Review Or Pm. Thanks 4 reading & I'm sorry 4 all mistakes! :)