"Hello Frost."
Standing before him was...
"Pitch Black." Jack bared his teeth at the villain. No longer hidden behind lips, the white pearls known as his teeth were sharp resembling a wolf about to pounce on his prey. Pitch was the reason the Guardians hated him. "What do you want?" asked Jack bitterly. Did no one understand what he felt.
"I know what it's like not to be Believed in. I thought that I would be the only one to feel the desperation. Until you came along." Jack looked at the villain as he answered the mental thoughts. Pitch looked at Jack seriously. "I have an offer for you Frost. Join forces with me. You'll no longer have to suffer. You and I will be the only ones children will believe in. No more North. No more Tooth. No more Sandman. No more Bunnymund. Children will believe in us and only us. Everything will be..."
"Pitch Black?" Jack cut in.
"And Jack Frost too." Pitch added hurriedly. "What do you say?"
Jack growls. "Never." Jack shot a blast of ice at Pitch and Pitch shot a blast of Evil magic at Jack. They joined together as a large, intimidating statue. So many spikes covered it. It was ice but the tips of the spikes were black.
"Look at what we can achieve together, Jack. It could be like this forever. This is your only hope of being believed in.
Jack felt some overwhelming feelings come over him. The Guardians said that they helped and protected children. But Jack was a child. An immortal child, but nevertheless a child. They were his hope. But they abused his trust. And Pitch believed in him. He could help Jack achieve his life goal. These thoughts were so overwhelming that he fell to his knees with his staff laying beside him. It was a rare sight to see Jack without his staff but at the moment he couldn't care less. He looked up at Pitch and nodded slightly. He agreed to join Pitch. The moment the movement was complete, Pitch sent a nightmare at Jack. The boy gave out a bloodcurdling scream. Then he went silent. The old Jack Frost was gone. His hoodie was still frosty looking but it was black instead of blue. His staff now looked to be made out of ice, his hair had a black streak in it and his eyes were red.
Pitch laughed with joy. "Finally! The world will be ours! We will finally be believed in!"
"No."