So then, I take it you like PunFanatic!Jack Frost?

Me too (who doesn't?)

I am proud to say we are closing in on 1,000 views! God, I feel so popular . . .

Anyways, our next session with the infamous .


Session #5: Pitch Black

The woman glanced up indifferently at her victi…patient.

"Pitch Black."

The man gave her the most fearsome scowl. However his eyes darted to many places, as if trying to find any hidden weapons.

She jotted something down, "So, Mr. Black, can I call you that?"

"If you'd like an endless year of Nightmares."

"He speaks!"

Pitch glared at her. "I once took down planets…and now I'm reduced to this." He hissed.

The therapist continued writing something, if she heard him she didn't show it. "Right, it says that you've been experiencing Nigh-"

"DO NOT SAY IT!" he shouted before composing himself, "It is impossible for one such as myself to have Nightmares." He leaned forward slightly, "I create them."

The woman raised a brow before going back to her papers, "Anyways, skipping through the symptoms, I'll just be blunt." She looked up at him dead in the eye, "You have Therapistphobia."

There was a moment of silence until Pitch Black barked out a sharp laugh.

"Phobia? Foolish human, I am the bringer of phobias!"

The woman leaned forwards on her desk, the man leaned backwards as much as the chair would allow, "Really?"

Pitch gulped softly, "O-Of course."

The therapist sat back on her seat and resumed writing, "I understand you're…dislike for people like me." She said, unaware of the Nightmare standing behind her with a dagger in its mouth, cutting at her long hair slowly.

"Of course you do." Pitch said, unconvincingly. "Especially when you took time to study your title."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, the word 'therapist' is composed of two words; 'the' and 'rapist'. 'Rapist' means abuser or destroyer, and the 'the' before it just brings more attention to it." Pitch sniffed, "If you ask me, 'therapist' was probably miswritten by some idiot and forgot to add a space."

The woman nodded vaguely, "Suuure." She wrote on the paper while muttering, "Also is extremely verbomanic. Interesting."

Pitch gave her an insulted look, "What?!"

She looked up again, "Forget about that," she said while waving her hand and shaking her head . . .

. . . then she noticed the lack of weight from her hair and grasped at the back of her head to feel the tips of her brown hair brushing her neck. She turned around with an aghast expression to the mare behind her and then to Pitch Black, who was giving her a smug smirk.

"I told you, I am the master of phobias."

Her scowl intensified greatly, it seemed as though she would explode. Then . . . she became calm and sat down as though nothing happened, ignoring the long locks of hair that littered the ground.

It was unnerving.

Nourie gave a look to Sandy, who was sitting on the couch because he was supposed to keep Pitch restrained, "Could you be so kind as to leave, Sandman? I need to have a private word with Mr. Black."

Sandy nodded and hurried out, but not before giving Pitch the look 'sucks to be you'.

The other man was looking at him pleadingly until the door slammed shut by some unseen force and Nourie's hand that slammed on the desk. He snapped his head at her to see a smirk tugging on her lips, she removed her glasses and placed them delicately on her desk.

"Let's cure that phobia of yours, Mr. Master-of-Phobias."


Outside…After sometime…


After watched the door for an hour, they didn't hear anything except for low voices talking, and a loud explosion that made the place shake! But when they looked around, none of the people who worked here looked concerned.

The door opened to reveal Pitch, his eyes wide and he quickly walked away from the office on shaky legs. He noticed the Guardians looking at him and he said ominously, "The horrors . . . that lie behind that door . . ."

They looked up at the woman who just appeared in the doorway, a small, innocent smile on her face.

Jack, who had been joking a while ago, became paler than possible and ran out of the building like a maniac with Bunny running right after him. The rest of the troupe helped Pitch up and with a curt nod directed at the therapist (who's hair was suddenly a messy bob), they fled for their lives. If she managed to shake the King of Fear to the core . . .

. . . where the heck was she when he tried to get rid of their belief? And if she managed to do that to Pitch, what would happen to the rest of them?

She watched them running away and waved cheerily, "Don't forget to call, Pitch!" Nourie then turned around and took off her hair; long, dark brown hair fell at the same height as before, which ended at her thighs. She threw the wig over her shoulder carelessly hitting someone with maliaphobia in the face, resulting in that person's death and said, "Good thing I have backup . . . and soundproof walls."

Strangely, she hadn't used the glitter-firing machine gun.


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What do you think?

Maliaphobia is fear of wigs and Verbomania is obsession with words

They are real people! Do not insult them!

Alright, so I have a few more written for the rest of the gang, but I would like suggestions! It's a bit hard making up ideas by myself.