Warning: This chapter includes teeny tiny references to Doctor Who, Five Nights at Freddy's and My Little Pony.
Apology: 1, I'm sorry if you don't know much about Doctor Who, FNaF or MLP and 2, I don't know anything about Doctor Who, so sorry if I make him out to be an idiot.
Jack awoke blearily to find that he was no longer chained to the wall or in Pitch's lair. Instead, he was in a dark room with several screen s in front of him and two large doors on either side of him with little buttons next to them. There was also a random phone booth in the corner.
Jack squinted and stood up. He peeked out the door and saw a creepy fox running towards him. He quickly punched the button to shut the door and he heard the fox slam into the door on the other side. Jack frowned and turned to the phone booth. He tilted his head and poked it.
It suddenly popped open and a tall, professional looking man walked out. He glanced around then looked at Jack. "Hello."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Who are you?"
The man straightened and sniffed. "That's Doctor Who to you!"
Jack pulled back, frowning. He glanced at the open door and saw a freaky, giant chicken staring at him with disturbingly blank eyes. Jack nudged the man behind him. "Uh, what's up with that chicken?"
The man glanced up then his expression became horrified. He grabbed Jack's arm. "Hurry, I must rescue you!" he tried to pull Jack into the phone booth.
Jack pulled away and tripped on a mini phone booth that popped up in front of him. It popped open and a tiny brown pony stepped out. He glared up at the man. "No, I'm going to rescue him!" he announced.
Jack coughed and pushed himself up. "Who are you?"
The pony coughed and stuck his nose in the air. "That's Doctor Whooves to you!"
Jack grimaced. "So, what are you two rescuing me from?"
They looked up and gulped, pointing behind Jack. "That."
Jack frowned and turned around…
To see the freaky chicken jump in his face. Jack screamed and jumped back and the chicken grabbed at him arms.
Jack screamed again, scrambling to get away. "Are you guys gonna help!?" he looked up and saw the two snobs jumping in their respective phone booths and disappearing. "Thanks a lot!" he jumped on the chair again.
The chicken stalked forward and reached out for Jack, a menacing look in its blank, dilated eyes.
Jack screamed and covered his head with his hands.
Bunny froze. He waited for the wind to push him, but it didn't. He grimaced and looked down the black hole.
"I coulda sworn we destroyed this last time…" he muttered, kicking a stone down the hole. There was some clattering, then silence. The Pooka bit his lip. Then he shook his head and sighed.
"Sorry Jackie," he muttered to the hole. "I'll be right back…" he tapped his foot on the ground then hopped through his own tunnel….
Just to miss the scream echoing from the bowels of Pitch's lair.
Jack awoke with a scream of terror, trying to cover his head with his hands that were currently chained behind his back. He gasped for much needed air and sighed in relief when he realized it was just a nightmare.
"A really… Really freaky, weird nightmare…" Jack thought, adjusting himself so he was sitting in a more comfortable position.
Jared's evil laughter filled the room and Jack sighed, rolling his eyes. "Really Jared? That dramatic effect only works the first time,"
The lights snapped on to reveal Jared who was fake pouting. He placed a hand on his chest. "I'm hurt Jack,"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Right…"
Jared sighed and glanced around. "You seen Pitch anywhere? That old coot's always hiding from me."
Jack chuckled. "Nope. Just woke up from one of the creepiest and weirdest nightmares in the history of… Nightmares…"
Jared laughed. "Good," Jack raised his eyebrows. "I told him to scare you. I guess he outdid himself."
Now it was Jack's turn to fake pout. "I'm hurt Jared,"
Jared snickered. "Not as hurt as you're gonna be later…" with that, he stomped into the dark hallway.
Jack sighed. He glanced around, bored. He sighed again. "Come on!" he shouted. "I'm bored!" he was answered by silence. "Come on, Pitch! You can't just leave me here! I'm booooooooreeeeeed! ! ! !"
There was still silence. Jack smirked. "Okay, I didn't wanna have to do this!" he called out. No one answered so he sucked in a deep breath.
"THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!
AND IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIENDS!
SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT!
NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS!
AND THEY JUST KEPT ON SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE!
IT IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!
AND IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIENDS!
SOME PEOPLE STARTED—"
"SHUT UP! ! !" Jack was whipped across the cheek with nightmare sand as Pitch stalked into the room.
"OO-OW!" Jack rubbed his sore cheek against his shoulder and winced when he touched his old wound.
Pitch walked closer and backhanded him, making him yelp again. "Don't EVER! Sing that song in my presence AGAIN! ! !" he shouted.
Jack whimpered. "Well, technically, I wasn't in your—"
"I don't care!" Pitch shouted. He took a deep breath. "Jared is bad enough. I can't handle TWO idiotic teenagers… One is enough…" he stalked away, rubbing his temples.
Jack frowned. He opened his mouth to sing.
"NO!" Pitch turned and glared at Jack. "I know EXACTLY what you're thinking! No letting it go, knowing songs that get on everybody's nerves and absolutely! No. FRIDAYS! ! ! ! ! ! !" he turned on his heel and stalked out the hallway, clapping his hands to shut the lights off.
Jack pouted and shifted. Then he smirked.
"SO I PUT MY HANDS UP!
THEY'RE PLAYING MY SONG!
THE BUTTERFLIES FLY AWAY!"
AN: So…
Yeah.
ttyl ;- ]