The Darkest December:Chapter 10 (JackFrostxReader)The Darkest December:Chapter 10 (JackFrostxReader) by HermioneFrost
That's all you have.
One single day to decide your fate.
Why me? Of all people, it just has to be me!
You are strolling down the sidewalk, kicking at stray pebbles on the pavement, too caught up in apprehension to realize that you're nervously gnawing on your bottom lip. What am I going to do? you ponder. I can't say no to Leila. She'll kill me! Your eyes concentrate on the walkway, all the chips and crevasses, spots of discoloring cinder and stratus white, gravel fragments speckling the cracks. But I can't go off and fight these so-called 'Guardians'. I don't even know who they are (I barely know anything about her), but if she's fighting them, I doubt that they're the villains...
Why can't she just get help from somebody else?!
A twinge of pain shoots through your jaw. You touch the raw nip on your lip and examine your finge
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Pitch fell deep into the pit.
Pitch sat down in the dirt thinking about all the things he had done. He suddenly felt his own fear consuming inside him. Was this his fate? Was he meant to do nothing more then to haunt children in their sleep? The Boogie man buried his face into his arms. Abruptly he heard a small cry. Pitch sat up and listened.
"..Waa..W-Waa.." the cry continued. It sounded like a babies cry. But it couldn't be. The place had been empty. The cry continued. Pitch stood up and became curious. He walked slowly towards a small light in the room his large globe lay. He looked around and saw nothing but the large, gold globe, which was now filled with red lights across the globe. Pitch's face quickly turned to anger. Suddenly he heard the cry again but this time it was much louder. He walked towards the globe and behind it laid a small blank
The Darkest December:Chapter 9 (JackFrostxReader)The Darkest December:Chapter 9 (JackFrostxReader) by HermioneFrost
You clutch the first thing you can find - which happens to be a raggedy stuffed bear from your childhood, half of its stuffing lost from frayed stitching - and wield it as though it were the mighty Excalibur. Your heart is pounding, feeling like it fell from its proper place in your chest to the pit of your stomach in one lurching drop.
"W-who are you?" Your voice is shaking, much like your weapon-holding arm.
A sliver of white curls into a smirk, outlined in deep crimson. "Zere ees no need to fear me, (your name). At least, not yet."
Female. Definitely female, with a silky French accent that flows like terrorized tears. Something about her low, sonorous voice sends prickly bumps all over your skin in a sudden chill, the hairs on the back of your neck erect in trepidation.
"Show yourself," you demand, though it falters out your mouth to sound more like a cowardly cry.
Pitch x Reader - Whispers in the Dark (final part) You closed your eyes when Pitch reached out towards you and almost jerked back in fear when his hand brush against your cheek. When your mind decides the touch was harmless, you allow your (color) eyes to open. They stare into his amber ones, and a strange feeling of peace comes over you. The eyes seem hypnotic and you feel yourself slipping into a calm trance. You hear the Nightmare King whisper, "That's right . . . Give yourself over to my Darkness . . ." Your eyelids start to feel heavy and your body slowly leans into his. The trance breaks as soon as you feel his cold breath brush your lips. However, fear doesn't take its hold on you as you thought it would.Pitch x Reader - Whispers in the Dark (final part) by NyxEphriham
You seem slightly dazed as you speak. "W-why are you here, exactly?" Pitch smiles at you lovingly (?!) and sits beside you on your (color/type) bed.
"Simply put, I want your Darkness. It is most valuable, and means more to me than the others. Bes
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