Pitch
I woke in a bright room, my hands bound by some sort of golden sand cuffs. I sat up, glancing around the small room, confused. "Hello?" I called, impatiently, "I know you're there. I can feel your fear." I smiled, breathing it in.
The door opened and the Guardians filed in, scowling down at me. I grinned at them, despite the anger I felt. I looked down at Sandman, giving him a cruel smile, "Long time no see, Sandman." I sneered, looking up to Frost, "My, my, a new Guardian? So it's official. I would congratulate you but, you know, I'd hate to have your job." I laughed, harshly.
"Enough games, Pitch," Bunnymund snapped, drawing my attention, "What were you planning?"
"Planning? Oh, dear, you thought I actually had plans?" I asked, sympathetically.
"You did not?" North frowned, rubbing his white beard.
"Don't be ridiculous! Of course he did," Bunny retorted, glaring at me.
I raised my bound hands, "I got out this evening, Easter Bunny. I didn't exactly have much time to plan with my nightmares snapping at me every five minutes." I hissed, furiously.
"So this whole mission was pointless?" Frost frowned, childishly, perched on his staff, his leg swinging.
"No, we got him," North pointed out, aiming his sausage-shaped finger at me. "We'll talk to Manny. See what he has planned."
"Go ahead," I smiled, leaning back against the freezing cold wall behind me, "I'll be here."
They began walking out, quietly mumbling to each other. I felt my smile fall as Tooth glanced at me. I frowned at her, making her look away, quickly, flying out of the room.
I banged my head back, weakly. Why did I trust her? I should've set my nightmares on her when I first saw her.