Jamie Bennet had many friends, and most of them believed in Jack Frost, and the other Guardians. However, today he was spending the day with his cousin Donnie in Burgess's sister town of Boise (no, not that Boise), and he was a little nervous, because Donnie was not a big fan of the Guardians, except for North.

No, Donnie was a very real believer not of Jack Frost...

But of Pitch Black.

Jamie was nervous. He liked Donnie, but his cousin wanted nothing more than to summon the Boogeyman, and Jamie didn't have the heart to tell him that he was not the man's favorite child in the world, and thus summoning him would not be the best idea.

Donnie insisted.

So that is where Jack's first believer found himself that night. On the floor in his sleeping bag, listening to his cousin tell him the story of when he first saw Pitch.

"I felt this chill down my spine, and there he was, he was tall and scary, but I wanted to be scared. I had waited an hour for him to show up, so when he finally showed himself, I was ready. But MAN he scared me good! There were shadows on the wall, then in my hair. The chills he gave me I still kinda feel...It was AWESOME!"

Awesome... Awesome was getting a face full of snow then returning it tenfold. Awesome was getting eggs in exchange for a tooth under a pillow. Awesome was kicking Pitch's nightmares butts for trying to scare Sophie. Being terrified out of his mind by Pitch Black did not factor into the word awesome. Not for Jamie.

ROTG

Outside, two shadows lurked. One was an actual shadow, and one was not, but they both lurked just the same.

"Uh oh." The not-quite-shadow groaned

The shadow hmphed and growled softly "What is your problem?"

"I can't go in there tonight!"

"Why the...why not?! You always help me with this one. We had a deal remember? If he loses faith so will the others!"

"I know but I can't...I just can't go inside this time. I can provide cold from outside you know."

"That isn't good enough and you realized it when I first appeared. I need your chill! Come on now it's my first believer!"

"That's part of the problem. It's mine too."

The shadow was silent then, as he looked in on the two children. Sure enough, the Bennet brat was staring wide-eyed at his own child, looking, the nightmare King sneered in satisfaction, nervous.

"This complicates things."

"Told you."

"Shut up, Frost."

Jack wimpered as Pitch suddenly gave a sneaky smile.

"Plan B then."

ROTG

"Where is he? He always comes about now." Donnie paced his room, "Any second now there will be a chill of death in the air...some monster shadow will grab our feet! Oh this is going to be so cool!"

"Maybe he's busy." Jamie hoped lamely.

An ear shattering scream, topped with the drop in temperature and Pitch's trademark cackle, threw the two boys into squeals of fright. One was delighted, the other not so much. Donnie looked around, and cheered as Pitch, in shadow, went a round on his walls.

"He CAME!"

Jamie shuddered and laughed nervously "Y...yeah. He definitely came. YEOW!"

Donnie looked at his cousin curiously, "What? Was it a shadow?"

"I don't know! It was wet and slimy and cold!"

"YEOW! Eeeew! It got me too! AUGH!" A shadowy talon ran up and down both boys' spines, Pitch laughing as he solidified.

"You get an extra treat tonight, since there are two of you. A double dose of fear, triple if you dare!"

The boys' shrieking reached new heights as cold, dead shadows surrounded them, reaching to embrace them with fingers of black. Jamie was used to cold, but this was tainted, eerie chills. A chilling finger of shadow went down his spine, and he shrieked, yelped, and buried himself in his sleeping bag.

Donnie was instantly attacked by invisible claws colder than ice, and they lifted him up and dropped him into one of the crawling shadows, which deposited him on the bed.

Pitch, delighted with the result of his plan, put on a shadow show that evoked the delighted but frightened cheers from his first believer. At the end of it, he looked to see the boy had fallen asleep twitching, a Nightmare galloping around his head, but a haunted and pleased smile on his sleeping face.

The Nightmare King looked from his believer to the Bennet boy, still buried in his sleeping bag. Grinning nastily, he moved in to deposit a Nightmare, when his knuckles were rapped by Jack's staff. He glared at the Winter Spirit, who simply shook his head and growled a very possessive "He's mine!" and moved pointedly towards the window.

Sighing, Pitch followed, secretly deciding to pay the brat a visit later, perhaps when his own believer was nearby to watch him squirm.