To those who are reading my other stories: NO, I AM NOT PROCRASTINATING! Okay, maybe a little... Anyways, this chapter is filled with angst and blood, bring chocolate! Also, I will get around to putting Daddy's (Mr. Overland) and Mommy's (Mrs. Overland) description on my profile.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN RISE OF THE GUARDIANS, b/c then every fangirl would have a Jack Frost body pillow...

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*"You can't kill fear, Jack."-Pitch*

The next memory had then walking alongside little Jack as he and his father went to work. It had seemed a year had passed

"Where's Michael?" Tooth asked.

"He had a weak body," Jack replied, a sad look coming into his eye. "He was always getting sick and had to stay inside. It was never any fun by himself so I always used to tell him stories of how my day went and stuff..."

Jack and his father made it to the edge of a hole. Peering down, Jack couldn't see more than a little ways in before darkness cut off the rest. He looked up to his father with a bit of fear in his eyes.

"Daddy, are we really going in there?" he asked, partially hoping that he would laugh and say 'no.' His father gave him a small smile.

"'Fraid so Jackie," he said, bending down to ruffle Jack's hair.

"Don't call me Jackie!" Jack huffed and pushed his hand away. His father laughed once and then took on a serious look. He went and tied one end of the rope he was carrying to a tree and the other to Jack. He looked his son square in the eyes.

"Jackson," he said. "If there is even the slightest hint of danger, you tell me and I'll pull you up, okay?" Jack nodded.

"He's not..." Bunny began and Sandy finished his thought by making an image of little Jack being lowered down the hole. Jack shrugged.

"We had to do it."

By now, little Jack had already been lowered into the little hole, clutching the lantern his father had given him. To pass the time and to help rid the scary silence, he asked, "Daddy, why do we have to do this?" The feeling of movement stopped and Jack panicked for a moment until his father resumed.

"Because Jack," he heard his father sigh heavily. "We need the money and..." His father trailed off into thought.

Jack nodded, even though his father was already out of sight, and held the rope tighter in his hands. Suddenly, there was a yell and the sound of a 'thud' echoed down the hole. Jack, however, didn't hear it over his screams as any resistance to the rope evaporated.

He fell down...

down...

down... until he reached the bottom.

"Oh my Sweet Tooth, are you alright?" Tooth asked in worry, eyes widening at what had just happened. Bunny and North stood in shock while Sandy shot rapid fire questions at Jack with sand images too fast to see.

"Tooth, I'm fine, don't worry about it," Jack laughed, though he knew what was coming next. It was something he dreaded and he wished he could go crawl into the hole with his younger self and just cry until he couldn't anymore. He wanted to be alone with his pain but instead his plastered a fake smile on for the others, trying to keep their spirits up while his were down. That is why he was the Guardian of Fun after all.

Jack sat up and let out a cry of pain. He had landed roughly on his side and it throbbed in pain. Gingerly touching it, he jerked away when his hand met a wet surface. Blindly reaching for his lantern, which had been knocked away during his fall, he found it unbroken and immediately turned it on. He almost threw up when he did. With a shaking hand, he looked at the blood painted on his fingertips. He gave a little sob and screamed, "DADDY!"

There was no reply. Jack sat there and sobbed, crying out for his daddy.

The Guardians looked at Jack but he didn't meet their eyes. Deciding not to push him any further, they looked back at the memory.

'Jack...' a voice whispered.

They all stiffened as they heard the familiar voice. 'No,' all the Guardians except Jack thought. 'It couldn't be...'

'Jack, don't cry,' the voice purred, momentarily halting Jack's sobs. 'Daddy is here with me. Just come a little closer...'

Jack reached a hand out to the wall to help himself up, his other hand clutching his side as tears ran down his face. He took a tiny step towards the voice.

"No, don't do it mate! It ain't worth it!" Bunny cried, North and Tooth nodding along while Sandy made a danger sign out of his sand.

"For once, I agree with you," Jack said quietly as he stared ahead at the coming memory.

'That's right Jack,' the voice assured him. Jack took another step forward. 'You're almost-'

"RUN JACK!" his father screamed, seemingly from the same direction of the voice.

'Why you...!'

Jack froze, not sure what to do as he heard the sound of fighting start. Should he go to his father's aid or run? Jack was too confused to choose. A screech of pain from his father almost decided it for him.

"DADDY!" Jack cried, running forward.

"RUN!" the scream came again, halting Jack. He heard the voice chuckling as more and more sounds of pain reached poor little Jack's ears.

"Jack" his father voice echoed back to him, seeming tired and defeated. "Run."

That made up little Jack's mind. He turned and ran as best he could into the darkness. The voice stayed with him the entire time, coming from everywhere it seemed. Sometimes it would call Jack a coward and laugh while at other times leaving him in darkness and silence, wishing for anything to make a sound to just remind himself he was alive. He was past the point of crying and just kept on moving forward, looking for a way to escape from the hellhole or die trying. It seemed that the Moon had other plans for Jack as he bumped into a black-clothed figure.

Jack looked up, brown meeting yellow, into the eyes of the boogeyman, Pitch Black.

And I shall leave you with that cliffhanger ending! Okay, I need your guys opinions on this: should the next chapter pick off with what happened to Jack or tell what happened to Jack's father? I mean, I'm going to write both, I just want to see what you guys wanted to know first. Other than that, I'M SORRY JACK! It's just easier for my to write angst and confusion than happy times!

BTW, I won't put that much angst into Jack's life after I finish the whole Daddy chapters! That is, until it comes to the Mich chapters...

EDIT: I made the mistake of the 'blue meeting yellow' instead of 'brown meeting yellow.' Thanks go out to The-Unnamed-Artist who pointed that out to me!