"This is so not my night." Pitch muttered, he quickly traveled through the dark shadows of the night. He glanced over his shoulder and inwardly felt relieved at seeing that he was not followed. "Why did I ever agree to do this in the first place…"

Soft peals of laughter and howls interrupted the silent night. Pitch eyes widened and he quickly picked up his pace. 'Oh right…I am their favorite uncle.'

Right as he goes Scott free, a sharp whistling sound ran out and next thing Pitch knew, he is on the ground groaning in pain. Pitch mentally counted down in his head to repress the urge to curse colorfully, last thing he needed is a little hybrid to copy said colorful curses.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here." A familiar Australian voice taunted.

"I wasn't even doing anything." Pitch growled under his breath, he glanced up to see Bunnymund, Toothina, North, Sandy and Jack Frost standing over him.

"You have been chasing after children for several nights now, Pitch Black." Toothina stated, she crossed her arms over her shoulder. Baby Tooth, who is standing on her shoulder, mimicked her.

"All over the world, not just here." North tutted him.

"I thought he should still be too weak to leave his lair?" Jack asked, he jammed his staff in Pitch's stomach.

Sandy shrugged his shoulders; a sand question mark appeared above his head.

Pitch stood up and shook out his coat, he ignored the Guardians words to contemplate his situation. Since he was caught, doing nothing that could call for the current situation. He was not even doing anything… towards complete, and total human children. Anything else is fair game, and with total permission by their parents.

"A couple of friends helped me recuperate." Pitch stated evenly; he partially ignored the looks of disbelief by the others. "What….? I have friends is that much of a shock."

"Well…" Jack coughed out. "Yes, it is."

"Hahaha." Pitch laughed out with a deadpanned expression. "What do you lot want? I was not doing anything to have all of you hunting me down like some common criminal."

"Did you not hear us earlier, you idiot?" Bunnymund stated, he pulled out one of his boomerangs and pointed it threateningly at Pitch.

"I am not chasing children…" Pitch glowered at them, he looked over his shoulder to see no one much to his comfort. It seems that the little monsters are waiting until he is alone. "As much as I want to chat some more with all of you…I must get going."

Pitch turned around to only be face to face with North's sword, at that moment multiple howls and a scream broke out. "Oh…now you have done it…"

"Done what?" Jack asked, he looked at the same direction what Pitch was previously looking at and saw what seemed like a giant dust cloud. It was nothing like pitch had ever created before. Within said dust clout, growls and howls rang out. "Uh…guys…What's that?"

"UNCLE PITCH," Rang from the dust cloud.

"Not again…" Pitch muttered with a blank expression, he was then knocked to the ground by a hoard of werewolf kids and a single child timidly and werewolf kid wearing a pink shirt hid behind Pitch as the werewolf.

"Leave Uncle Pitch alone!" One of the many werewolf kids growled.

"You, big meanies!" Another growled.

"Bullies!"

"Jerks!"

"Chicken!"

"Gremlin booties!" The only human like child shouted.

"Language!" Pitch boomed, his black sands enveloped the werewolf kids and child. He levitated them high above himself. "I have raised all of you better than that."

A muffled, sorry Uncle Pitch came out of the giant sand ball. Pitch then stared at the Guardians with an annoyed expression. "As you can see, these are not children…these are monsters!"

"Who were they yelling at Uncle 'Itch?" The seemingly human child whispered to Pitch.

"Oh right…your parents never told you about the Guardians have they." Pitch said causally, as he causally ignored the growls coming from the orb of sand that was levitating above their heads.

"Uncle Dracula told us that they are a bunch of idiots." Winnie snorted. "A fat man in a red suit, a peacock, a copycat, and a giant jack-rabbit…is he here? If so, can we eat him?"