"And... That is how that story truly ended." Pitch Black said softly, he silently closed a thick old book titled in thick gold ink, 'Grim Tales.' Looking up from his giant pedestal of black sand, Pitch saw all the young monsters/children, of his close friends, in the cages he has all around his lair. All the cages are set up are to be hanging rooms, with mattresses, pillows, toys, and pictures of their family and friends. It was rather convenient for Pitch to turn the cages into rooms as they were all in the same location.
Pitch stood up from his spot, he flicked his hand and silently several of his Nightmares jumped around to close the doors to the cage like rooms. Turning around, Pitch started to head off to his own room as his Nightmares would take care of all the young monsters.
"Uncle 'Itch…"
Pitch stopped midstride, he looked over his shoulder to see a Dennis peeking out of his room. Turning around, Pitch made steps using his sand to come up to eye level to Dennis. "Is something the matter Dennis?"
Dennis hesitated for a moment. "Could you sing?"
"Hm…Perhaps." Pitch thought with a shrug. "Only one song and then you have to sleep. Deal everyone?"
"Deal…" Echoed all throughout the lair.
As Pitch began to sing a soft lullaby, as he sang all the other occupants that were left in his care listened in. For someone dub the Nightmare King, he could easily put anyone to sleep with his deep baritone voice. One by one, everyone fell asleep no longer able to stay up any longer. Pitch continued to sing as he headed out of the main area. "Pleasant nightmares, my little monsters…"