"This is…so weird." Jack whispered to himself stepping into Pitch Black's lair. The invitation held tightly in his hand wondering if it is all a joke. Steeping into the lair, he began to hear music, laughter, and the smell of food.
A month ago, him along with the other guardians were all sent invitations to this party. Either the others blew off the party as a sort of trap or they simply said they were too busy to make it to the party. The ones with the latter excuse were Tooth and Sandy, this left Jack confused. They are not totally against or surprised by the invitation, before Jack could ask, they were already off to do their own thing.
This is what brought Jack to this 'party'. He stood in front of a closed giant metal door not knowing if he should go in or not.
"Are you going in?"
Jack swirled around to see a 18-year-old female with short black hair, bright blue eyes, and pale skin wearing a black dress, black and red stripped leggings, and red converse. Jack blinked owlishly at her, not believing what he is seeing. "Uh…what?"
"Party? Any plans of going to joining in?" She chuckled when Jack gave her a blank expression. The teen stuck out of her hand in greeting. "My name is Mavis, my god-father is hosting the party."
"Jack, Jack Frost." Jack tried to clear his throat still trying to understand what is happening. "Godfather?"
"Pitch Black." Mavis responded opening the giant metal doors. At that the loud music, smell of food and chatter came at Jack in full blast.
"It is a party." Jack said taken aback by the atmosphere.
"Of course, it is. Welcome to Pitch Black's Autumn Festivity." Mavis said walking into the party disappearing within the crowed of monsters.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Jack Frost. Welcome." Pitch welcomed the Winter Spirit.
Jack tensed at the sight of Pitch. "Pitch.
"Don't just stand there, join in the festivities." Pitch said guiding a very confused Jack towards certain corner of the party. "Don't worry about that line between good and evil if that has you worried about. Tonight, is a temporary truce. No fighting tonight."
Jack visibly relaxed but still on guard. Everything was just to off for him. He had never seen so many spirits, holiday personifications, and monsters. How in the world did he never know about any of them until now?
"You make it rather difficult to be friends with your nature." Pitch answered his unasked question. "You tend to go overboard, and we prefer to stick in the sidelines."
"Oh…"
"Here you are now, try to make new friends." Pitch patted Jack on his shoulders and walked off to tend to his other guests.
Jack shifted tensely not knowing what to do or say. He felt left out and out of place in the party. The feeling of loneliness began to swirl within him that he has not felt since he joined the Guardians.
"Spirit of Winter, Jack Frost. We meet at last."
Jack turned around to see another male that looked about two years, physically, older than him. Dressed in leather-like Viking outfit, with a cloak that seemed to make out of dead leaves. He had a couple of glasses. "Who are you?"
"Spirit of Autumn." The spirit responded, pointed over his shoulder to his friends. "Spirit of Spring, Summer, and the giant lizard is Toothless."
Jack glanced over Viking spirit to see the other spirits who gave him a short wave of greetings.
"Come on, hang out with us. These parties tend to get overwhelming."
As the night went by Jack began to open up to the other spirts and monsters around him. His mind opened with this side of Pitch Black. Someone that is a huge part of the not only in the Monster Community but also in the world of Spirits and Lore, the one and only Pitch Black. The sort of 'God-Father' for everyone here, everyone's favorite babysitter and the ultimate confidant.
"Who wants cake!" Pitch Black announced allowed to everyone in the room. Everyone cried out in excitement at the anticipation.