Nursery Rhyme: The Bird Scarer
Away, birds, away!
Take a little and leave a little,
And do not come again;
For if you do,
I will shoot you through,
And there will be an end of you.
A dark figure was approaching.
Birds were chirping and flying everywhere. Not knowing where to turn.
The exits all closed off by the orange and red flames.
Pitch just wanted those pesky guardians gone and out of his way. He wanted fear to spread across the globe. He wanted to be believed in. He wanted the power he once had. He missed hearing the cries.
Oh the joy he had when he once ruled with with fear.
When Tooth had arrived he made his presence known. Though he did not show his face.
He heard her scream,he heard her cries, even the depressing muttering under her breath.
Mockery laced his voice with every word. "your pretty little girls are all gone tooth. For every tooth you pick up, and every child that will believe in you there will be two in its place that will not. Meaning every memory you pick up, you shall leave two in its place. Or I'll shoot you through the heart. It'll be the end of you, and all those little believers.
"The poor Toothfairy. She is the last one standing." the boogieman had said, his voice harsh, and fading out.