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A/N: Wow, this is the first time I haven't received any reviews for a chapter…either that's because it's the weekend, or the last chapter was viewed as crappy…I'm losing you people aren't I? Ah, well, I'll continue until the end…which is drawing near, but, seriously, if you're starting to hate it, please tell me, that way I can make it better.
Chapter twelve: Friends…wait, friends with who?!
Recap: It was Kitty.
Now, Danny would have loved to say that, like the gentlemen he was (pleas ignore all inner eye rolling of subconscious personas who happen to go by the names of Jazz, Sam, and Paulina), he had let go of the beauty in his arms and flown down with grace to speak, in a manner most charming (now please ignore any and all gaging), with the young lady—lady? More like nuisance! How dare she interrupt his make out with the most wondrous thin air he had ever the grace of seeing!—bellow.
Alas, this was not to be the case.
No, Danny did not run her through with his majestic ice sword, and, no, Jack did not turn her into a popsicle. They would have loved to, really, they would have, they had even been debating as to the order of the execution—popsicle first, then shishkabob?—but some strange…thing…did the job for them.
Well, not in the way they wished, but the sight of the nuisance running around screaming was good enough.
"I thought I told him not to go this far." Jack all but whined as he hovered, moving closer to the…thing…horsey? Shadow creature?
"Told who?" Danny replied cautiously, blue eyes watching nervously as the boy petted the…horse.
"Pitch," was the answer without so much as a glance, "It's necessary for people to have nightmares…it's simply the way the world works. Good things happen, and so do bad things."
"But without the bad-," Danny whispered, moving to his…boyfriends? Snowballs?...side.
"The good can never be appreciated. Besides," Jack smirked, still petting the horse as it neighed, its brethren roaming about the streets, "it would just get so very, very boring."
"Agreed."
There was no hesitation there, after all, ever since Vlad's last attempt to take over the world, no one had dared fight back against Phantom…all he had to do was paperwork. And listen to people complain about the schools having bullies—alright, so he took this issue to heart, but that didn't mean he enjoyed mothers complaining to him about how their children was being bullied because there teacher gave them a funny award…just like every other child in that very same class.
"I'm going to speak with Pitch."
Who was that again?
"The Boogeyman, King of Nightmares, and also my friend."
Friend? Wait, what?
"You're a friend of the King of Nightmares?! And He's attacking Amity Park!?"
And what the hell is this horsey critter of strange cuteness!?