Phobias were one of the most fun fears to toy with, and Pitch couldn't get enough of them. From hydrophobia to arachnophobia, and his most personal favorite, achluophobia, or fear of darkness, the list of phobias was as long as it was diverse.

It was one of the many phobias that brought him to the little house in the country. The woman owning the house was fast asleep, giving Pitch the perfect opportunity to give her a lovely nightmare about insects. Of all the people he'd come across, he'd never met anyone with such a severe case of insectophobia. This lady couldn't stand the sight of bugs.

Just as she was starting to whimper in her sleep, Pitch heard a soft knocking sound. He glanced around, and spotted Jack outside one of the windows. He gave a grin as he waved, and Pitch responded with a frown, before returning his attention to the squirming woman. Another knock brought his attention back to Frost, who motioned for Pitch to open the window. Pitch continued to glare at him, before he finally consented and unlocked the window.

"Hey, how's the scaring going?"

"It was going perfectly well until I was interrupted."

"I'm not interrupting, just checkin' up on ya. Whatcha doing tonight?"

"Oh, enjoying the spoils of insectophobia."

"Right…what's that?"

"Insectophobia, fear of bugs."

Jack nodded, and looked at the woman, who was still moaning in her sleep.

"She's really afraid of bugs? That seems kinda ridiculous."

"Oh, and you're not afraid of something?"

"Not bugs, that's for sure; I can just freeze them."

Pitch snickered, before returning his attention to the woman and proceeding with the nightmare. Jack walked through the living room, and wandered into the next room, which happened to be the kitchen.

"Hey, I found the kitchen! Think she has any candy bars?"

"I don't know Frost, I tend not to ransack my victims' houses. As a Guardian, shouldn't you be a little more respectful of privacy?"

"Hey, I don't wanna hear it from a guy who sneaks under peoples' beds! How much stuff have you seen under a teenager's bed?"

"I did find a stack of rather graphic magazines under a sixteen year old boy's once. Honestly, don't parents monitor what their children read?"

"Well, it's not exactly that easy- AAAAAGH!"

There was a crashing sound from the kitchen, and Pitch winced at the noise, glancing at the woman, who surprisingly remained asleep. After ensuring she would, Pitch headed for the kitchen. He found Jack plastered to the corner where the wall met the ceiling.

"What ARE you doing, Frost? With all of your racket she'll wake up!"

"S-sorry…"

"What's the matter with you?"

Jack's eyes were fixed on the counter across the room, so Pitch approached it. He saw movement, and after moving closer and leaning in, he saw what the cause was, and let out a laugh.

"Come now, you're really scared of this little thing?"

"There is NOTHING little about that thing!"

Pitch reached forward with both hands, and cupped them around the creature causing the problem. He turned towards Jack, and opened his hands to reveal a furry brown spider that barely fit in his palm. Jack yelped and pressed further into the corner.

"It's just a spider; a Brown Recluse I believe."

"I don't care WHAT it is, just kill it!"

"Didn't you say not five minutes ago that you can easily freeze problems such as these?"

"This is different, it's huge! I don't care when they're tiny, but that thing's huge!"

Pitch smirked up at him, before fondly stroking the spider.

"I'm actually quite fond of spiders; arachnophobia is actually a very common phobia. I wish I'd known you'd had it, imagine all the fun I could've had!"

Jack glowered at him, before returning his fearful gaze to the spider.

"Shut up and get rid of that thing!"

"Fine, spineless brat…"

Pitch moved toward the kitchen window, opened it, and allowed the spider to crawl out of his hand. After it was gone, he closed the window, and turned around as Jack slowly lowered himself to the floor.

"Are you done? I have a nightmare to return to."

Jack just nodded, and trailed behind him as they reentered the living room. Pitch returned to the sleeping woman on the couch, while Jack roamed around the room. Things were silent, minus the whimpering from the woman, and Jack was just about to head out when he felt something in on his head.

"Pitch, get your hand off my head." He sighed.

"I'm over here, Frost…" Pitch snapped…from the other side of the room.

Jack slowly turned around, and saw that Pitch was facing him with a smirk. Jack felt his dread grow as whatever was on his head slowly moved upward.

"Pitch, you didn't…" he mumbled.

"Didn't what?" Pitch asked, the smirk still there.

A few seconds of silence passed, and Pitch snickered as he looked at his nails.

"Three, two, one…"

A loud, shrill scream sounded, and Jack fled through the window as he swiped at his head.

"OH MY GOD IT'S ON ME, IT'S ON ME, GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF, GET IT OOOOOOOOFFF!"

The screams faded into the night, and Pitch let out a cackle, before holding his hand up. Some nightmare sand took the form of a spider, and he stroked it as it let out a hiss of delight.

"Oh, this is going to be fun…"

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This was based off a personal experience, except instead of a spider, it was a roach. But thank God it wasn't on me, but it was only about two inches from my face; trust me, if it landed on me…I'd probably be in the hospital from a heart attack…

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'm really liking this one-shot in one story thing, it's easier than writing one-shots and posting them separately! Please leave your thoughts in the review box!