"So, what's the plan?" Joy asked.
"Follow me." So she did, they went back into the woods until they came across a bed frame. Strange, Joy thought. Pitch moved the bed and gestured for her to go down the hole.
She jumped in screaming, "This is so cool!" Pitch rolled his eyes and followed after her, using his powers to catch her before she hit the ground. "Thanks," Joy said awkwardly, just realizing the ground.
"Be careful, don't want my partner to get hurt on the first day," Pitch chuckled.
Joy looked at the large room they were in, "Where are we?"
"My home and my workshop."
"Wow," then she realized she was still in Pitch's arms, not that he could say he minded. "Sorry," she said, getting back on her feet.
"Not a problem, now let's get to work." Pitch walked over to a nearby table with a mountain of golden sand.
Joy reached sifted the small grains between her fingers, "What is this?"
Ah, so much to learn, "I took some of Sandman's dream sand."
"Why?"
"In order to be believed in, children need to fear me," Here we go again, Joy thought, rolling her eyes, "Since none of them believe in me, they can't see me. So I'm going to make them fear their own dreams by turning them into nightmares. 'Course I haven't quite figured it out."
"Then how will you?"
"That's where you come in, my dear."
"Me?"
"Yes, your 'fairy dust' can make children imagine anything," Pitch took a small amount of the dust in his hand, which turned black at his thoughts of fear. "You can decide what they see; or even what they dream, including nightmares." He sprinkled the dust onto the pile of sand, which in turn became black as well.
"Whoa."
"Now, let's go make some nightmares."
They came to a small house and found the child's bedroom. Sand floated above his head, it was him as a knight. Joy sighed at the smile on the boy's face. "Ah, such an innocent dream, but what could be more powerful than a nightmare?" (A/N I forget what Pitch says when he makes a nightmare, but insert that there). Pitch picked up some of Joy's dust and blew it onto the sand above the boy. The imaged blackened and a monster appeared, ready to attack the boy, who quivered in his sleep. "That's more like it," Pitch chuckled darkly and disappeared.
Joy looked at the little boy's quivering lip; she couldn't stand it. She took out some sand, which turned gold again at her happy thoughts and blew it onto the boy's dream. The boy conquered the monster and the smile returned on his face.
Joy then followed Pitch on top of a tall building. The moon was bright, Joy was transfixed by its glow when she heard someone say, "This is not who you are, Joy. You are a Guardian."
"You don't know what I am," she whispered. Pitch looked at her, seeing her stare at the moon. What does he want? Pitch thought.
"Joy, stop pretending you are something you're not."
"How do you know what I am?" she asked, a little louder.
"Leave the girl alone," Pitch threatened, "We have work to do."
"Work?"
"Yes, spreading my-our nightmares," Pitch smirked; putting is hand on Joy's shoulder.
"I don't need the moon telling me who I am," Joy said.
"You will learn soon enough," the moon said.
"Just ignore him, Joy. You know who you are, better than that old man," Pitch said, trying to make her feel better. He saw the sad look on her face felt a pain in his chest. "Let's forget about the nightmares for now. How about we just go, would you like that?"
She sighed, "I just want to be alone right now," and she flew away, leaving Pitch with an even sharper pain in his chest.