Pitch's hollers of happiness could be heard across the castle and through the thick, brick walls. Her eyes narrowed a bit at the interrupting sound but continued to talk absent mindedly to Phobia. The girls had become pretty great friends despite the age difference that separated them. Both ladies found it very easy to relate to the other. It was warm that day in -even Annie was unsure- whatever dimension it was that they lived in and the two friends were enjoying some cool drinks outdoors among the brightly colored flowers (thanks to Annie.)

"What's his problem?" Phobia asked in an annoyed tone as she sipped her drink. Pitch's noise seemed to only get louder and louder, itching their eardrums.

"He's been working on this plan for a few years, I'm guessing something worked out." Annie replied carelessly. She was immune to her partner's antics.

"Oh a plan. A shitty one?" Phobia asked, trying to best to hide her smile with her cup. Annie grinned back at her.

"Yep." And with that both girls erupted with laughter, the kind of stomach aching laughter. It lasted until that happy screaming ran right into the back of Annie's chair, knocking Annie into the table and Pitch flat on his bottom. "I've done it!" he exclaimed between deep breaths.

"What did you do?" Annie asked in her usual disinterested tone. When it came to his plans (especially the terrible ones.) Annie was never very interested. She just sat back and zoned in and out as he rambled on and on about the Guardians and his "fool proof, amazing" plan. They were never fool proof or amazing, leaving Annie very, very bored. Maybe she should just kill the Guardians quick and easy and bring the bodies back for him as a gift. Oh god, she could hardly imagine the beating he would give her then. Maybe he would torture her, or just kill her there and then. Connected as they were, it would be pretty easy for him. He basically held her soul in his hand, ready to pinch, stretch, and crush as needed. He hadn't gone that far yet. It was too low of even him.

Finally Pitch's wheezing because to fade and slow until it was gone completely and he was able to talk without interruption. "I did it. I made the sand. Look!" He said excitedly, almost like a boy on Christmas. Annie almost laughed at herself. Pitch would take her over his knee if he heard her say that out loud. She looked at him halfheartedly to see whatever little stunt he would about to pull. To say she was surprised when a black sand horse came galloping from around the corner. It looked menacing to say the least. The creature was frightening in a strange way. She wasn't exactly scared for her life as most people were whenever they were scared, she was just scared. Scared of that thing. The horse began to grunt and buck.

"Be careful," Pitch whispered in her ear. "They can smell fear." Annie quirked a brow at this. They?

"How many are there exactly?" She said accusingly as she turned to face him completely, turning her back on the horse. Hoping that maybe if she couldn't see it she would be less afraid of the potentially dangerous creature. Annie had never liked horses.

"Around a thousand. It took me a very, very long time." Yes it had. Annie was there the whole time to witness just how long it had took. Over one hundred years maybe to think of the plan, perfect it, perfect the sand trick, and begin to set it into play. Over a hundred years.

Annie could barely believe that she had spent a hundred years of her time watching her much older lover play with sand instead of staying by her family who, at this point, were all long gone. But she tended not to think of it much. The point is that she was a loser. A selfish, selfish loser who had nothing better to do but watch the god of fear talk to sand in an attempt to make it move. He talked to the damn sand sweeter than he did to her, his girlfriend of three-hundred years. Why? What did sand have that she did not? Various rocks and minerals, yes, but flesh and bone? You can't really compete with that. Annie found herself vaguely wondering how many sand women he had created and slept with. It was a silly thought. Probably none because that would most likely hurt, but it still crossed her mind.

"So when do we get this moving?" She asked, a bit distracted by the thought of sand women and how that would most likely hurt a bit. Pitch cupped his chin as he usually did when he was thinking. "Soon. In the next year or so."

Suddenly, Annie was almost as excited to get moving as Pitch was. Though she wasn't keen on harming children, even if it was only their hopes and dreams, there was that craving for excitement and power that Annie had been surpressing. Now here it was, out in the open for everyone to see. It was rare for her to get giddy, but it called for it.

That night they celebrated with the crew over drinks and a meal. It was fun, a lot of fun actually. Dare she say the most fun she had ever had. Even if nothing absolutely crazy or amazing happen, they were content with drunken laughter and sore sides. They never partied for any other plans and Annie found herself wondering if maybe this plan would would out.

What if? What would happen if this worked and the Guardians were destroyed and fear was brought too the world? Would it be better or worse? It depended. That's what Annie finally settled upon. It depended on which side you were rooting for. Good fans would probably not be too happy. All those children waiting for Santa and the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny would certainly not be happy. But no doubt in her mind Pitch and herself would be. Annie tried to tell herself that was horrible. You can't just think like that. But she couldn't help but be happy. Finally she might have her way and that thought excited her to no end.

Maybe this time there would be no beating afterward, not that she was a miserable damsel. She could take care of herself.

definitely not a masochist.

This chapter isn't my favorite and I hate Phobia. In my mind her character is awful and evil and I just don't like her. However, I think that Annie would end up gravitating towards her because she was the only other female around. You can't talk about girl things with Pitch, lemme tell ya.

So yeah, love it, hate it. Tell me.

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