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Jackson Overland, or 'Jack' to his friends, had written a lot of material, but the one work that he loved the most was the Guardians of Childhood series. That was because of the most sympathetic villain in the history of any of his writings, Pitch Black. Jack had heard all the myths as a child: Santa, the Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the boogeyman. That was the one that had interested him the most. Jack had heard of various origin stories for all the childhood favorites, but never one for the boogeyman. The best way to solve this problem, in Jack's opinion, was to write his own back story for the man. So he did. But what Jack didn't know was that what he was writing was all true.
Jack had had Writer's Block for more than a few days now. Couple that with his chronic insomnia, Jack wasn't a very happy person at the moment, so one can imagine is aggravation at hearing noises from downstairs. "Emma! What have I told you about storming my house...?" He trailed off, standing at the bottom of the staircase. He faced the man who he had created for the sole purpose of giving the mysterious spirit a proper back story. "Alright, either my lack of sleep has finally caused me to start hallucinating, or I've finally fallen asleep. There is no way that this is real."
The man in front of him smiled down at Jack with amusement. "This is no dream, I should know. And I do not think that I am just a hallucination of your sleep-deprived mind, Jackson."
The accent alone was enough to make Jack forget that he was supposed to be scared of the man, but then he heard his full first name mentioned. "How do you know my real name?" The man continued to smirk down at Jack, waiting for any sign that he was going to continue, and when he found none, began to speak again.
"Of course I know your name, you created a version of me that people can relate to. I must say, you've done a wonderful job, dear." The man, no, Jack mentally corrected himself, Pitch Black cupped Jack's chin in his hand and leaned in close to his face, making Jack shrink back slightly. "That does deserve a reward, no?"
Jack gulped and stared at Pitch, hoping for some form of reprieve from what he knew the man was going to do. "Ummm, no?" Jack had always relied on his wit to get him out of many sticky situations, but this one seemed to be hopeless as Pitch just chuckled and stared right into Jack's eyes.
"But I can't let you go unrewarded for such a valiant effort, can I? How does an eternity by my side sound, Frost?" Jack's mind fizzled out at the sound of the name he had left long ago. When he had left everybody behind to see what the Guardians said about being normal. He glared at Pitch and silently willed the man to just leave him alone. "I'll take that as a yes. Let's go home, then we show those pitiful Guardians what you've become."
Jack suddenly got an idea, well more like he pulled out an idea from the many times that he had been fed up with the Guardians, mainly over what had happened right before he had decided to try being human. Bunny had insulted him 'accidentally'.
Asking why winter was around in the first place if all it did was cause death and give out annoying kids like Jack. Jack had reacted... harshly, to say in the least. He clocked Bunny in the face and ran, saying he would rather be with someone who would treat him as an equal and not an annoyance. Thus starting his humanity kick. "If you take me with you, I'll do no less than rule beside you, not be kept as a pet."
Pitch looked vaguely impressed with Jack, then regained his composure. "As you wish, my Queen of Winter." Pitch grasped the back of Jack's head and smashed their lips together. Teleporting them both to his lair in the process. Pitch looked at his Queen and smirked, The Guardians had no chance now.
Pitch was right. When the Guardians went to find Jack, they were met with the discouraging sight of Jack defending the one person who tried to destroy him.
"Some say that to this day the Guardians are still fighting Pitch and Jack. I say that they captured the Guardians and turned them all into ice statues, still standing where they saw the former Guardian of Fun." The silver-haired boy smirked up at the four statues placed in front of him. The Guardians were so stupid to underestimate him and Pitch. They would never be believed in again, if Jack got his way, at least.
Jack was startled out of his thoughts by Pitch clearing his throat. "Is story time over, or do I have to wait to spend time with my Queen away from his special creations?" Jack smiled at Pitch and attached himself to Pitch's waist. Pitch took the silent cue and led His Queen away from the living ice statues, painful reminders of both of their pasts.