Thank you all for who reviewed, fav, and follow.

Randomly Talented: That kidnapping thing does seem like a good idea but I'll leave that to after Jackson is a spirit. I also love Jackson and Pitch's interaction too.

RisetheSoulGuardians: Glad you like it! Jackson is going to be falling into the ice but thats a couple chapters from now. Great minds think alike! I was so going to have mother nature involved with jackson's resurrection.

Serum Nefera: Thank you for the review. I died laughing when I read about pitch being the "Flower King". Glad you liked it. I do plan on doing references to the movie, but that is a long way from now. Have to get through the 300 years after his death. Who ever said he'll be totally alone?

Hallows' Eve

Jackson was born for this day. It was the best day in the world. Well, Christmas was awesome and Easter is great! But nothing beats Hallows' Eve. Jackson should have been born on this day. It was practically a day dedicated to pranksters, or at least that's what them kids believed. The adults on the other hand are a different matter altogether.

Jackson smiked as he conversed his plan to Night. Night's ears flicked to the side as she listened to his ultimate plan.

"So we are going to prank those awful boys, Master?" Night asked cheerfully. Jackson nodded with a mischievous smile. Oh, he knew that Night disliked those boys. They kept picking on Flee. And what Jackson didn't like, she didn't like.

"Yes, we'll make them regret for hurting my sister's feelings."

Night stomped her hooves in glee. "I think some of my brothers would be able to help. We all have become attached to you."

Jackson's grin widen. "Perfect! Let's go gather the troops!"

Pitch had been amused by all the preparation at the village. There was so much collected fear in the air that it was intoxicating, but in a good way. He watched as the adults prepared for the harvest. Pumpkins were picked and cooked and prepared for the winter season.

Many of the adults fussed over the vegetables and preparing for the harvest and feast. Pitch rolled his eyes at how pathetic the adults looked and decided to watch the children instead. He studied the children as they talk about the feast and about the scary stories. Many of the stories were about him and other dead spirits.

Pitch stared at them as they talk more about the bonfire stories and what stories Jackson might tell. Pitch wondered himself. Jackson had been rather secretive lately. He worried that Jackson might not trust him anymore. He shook his head at that.

That wasn't likely. Jackson loved him to no end. He welcomed him in and talked to him non-stop. Sometimes Pitch forgot what it was like to have other people who liked him around. And then there was Flee. Jackson and Flee might be the only ones who see him that aren't afraid.

Hmm? That was an interesting thought.

Pitch shifted his eyes to the sky when he felt the shift of the shadows growing. The sun's going down. He smirked. Time to get to work.

The kids huddled together as Jackson told a scary story about the Boogieman. The fire flickered and grew as the wind blew. The glow of the fire created shadows, monstrous shadows. The shadows danced and formed into pictures. None of the kids noticed the shadows taking the form of horses. The horses moved around, moving different belongings, moving the branches, puffing air on their victims' neck. It was an amusing sight.

Pitch rolled his eyes in amusement. He watched as Jackson told them that ridiculous story about him. Oh, the Boogieman is the monster under your bed. Oh, the Boogieman gives you fears. Oh, the Boogieman will turn you into his Nightmare Prince if you do not behave like the good boys and girls that they are.

Seriously, kids would believe anything these days.

Pitch smirked as he hid in the shadows. He appeared and reappeared behind kids. He whispered words into their ear. He tapped their shoulders when their belief in him was there for only a second. He smirked as the children jumped in fright. The children laughed, not realizing or seeing the Boogieman behind them.

Jackson continued his tale, much to Pitch's annoyance. His brother can be quite the storyteller. Though he wondered why Jackson kept glance at Night who was…

Wait a minute. Why was Night, Phoenix, and Mystic floating above three older boys? Pitch blinked for a minute as he studied the boys. He frowned as he shadowed closer to them. When the boys' voices reached his ears he realized who they were.

"Of course." Pitch shook his head. "I should have known. Jackson will never learn to leave them be." Pitch looked at his Nightmares, realizing that they were equipped with feathers, sand, and possibly maple sap. Pitch's mouth gaped open when it dawned on him that Jackson somehow managed to get them to help him. How he managed to do that, without him knowing no less, was beyond him.

When Jackson got to the point of his story about the Boogieman - Moon help him - giving terrible nightmares to a few very bad boys, Jackson's three partners in crime released they load. The simultaneous screams were heard when the boys were first covered in sticky maple sap, followed by the sand and feathers. By the end of it, the boys looked like a mixture of the sandman and a chicken.

"And that is what happens when you anger the Boogieman!" Jackson yelled over the laughing children.

The three boys glared daggers at Jackson as they yelled, "You are dead Overland!" And then they gave chase. The chase gave Pitch an exhausting sense of deja vu. He couldn't remember the last time when Jackson is not pranking those boys, followed by them not chasing him.

Jackson laughed as he ran. Unfortunately for the boys, much like last time when Wind assisted the boy, Night and her sisters tripped, neighed, and flew around the boys as they chased Jackson. The three boys were spooked by this and really thought they were being attacked by the Boogieman. The three boys stopped chasing Jackson and ran the other way.

Pitch, the other children, and the adults laughed. Oh, Jackson truly was the ultimate prankster.

The late night was still cool when Pitch and the Overlands arrived home. Pitch tucked in both Flee and Jackson. He smiled as the two tried to stay awake. Tried being the key word. Pitch rolled his eyes as they fought sleep, but they both passed out after they hit the pillow.

Pitch frowned when he noticed no dreams above their heads. Sanderson must still be trapped at the North Pole. Pitch raised his nonexistent eyebrow and walked to the window. The moon brightened as it beamed at him.

"Your Guardians are slacking, old friend," he mocked. "If you think you can destroy fear then you have another thing coming. Fear cannot be destroyed, but your Guardians are another thing altogether." The moon dimmed slightly before brightening brightly again. "Your ignorance and naivety is what going to be yours and the Guardians' downfall."

Pitch stepped away from the window and closed the curtain. He smirked at that before glancing at the children again. He smiled at them before making his leave. He had a feeling that MiM was up to his tricks again. He had to prepare for their arrival.