Are you cold?

Meeting Blue

Blue looked at him with a smile. “Oh. You seem more human than I am, that’s for sure." She looked down at the ground. “I can’t just leave here. I promised somebody that I’d meet them here, they told me to wait until they came. That was almost two years ago…." Blue breathed out. “I’m still waiting here for them. They said it could take up to several years…. I don’t think they’re coming, though."

#sorry this took forever #bluewolfdog #meeting blue

“You seem more human than I am,”

Jack didn’t get what she had meant by that—she looked any human out there (then again, so did he if you ignored his snow white hair) but eventually decided that it didn’t really matter, did it? He found the fact that she had been waiting here for more than a good whole year more surprising.

“Why would they tell you to wait here?” Jack asked. “Alone?”

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Nodding, Sabrina stepped in front of the gates, pushing them open with her hand. They groaned as they were moved forwards, the hinges slightly rusty.

"It’s only a short walk, but I can take you through town, if you want? My castle is up ahead, but I don’t think you want to see that," She shrugged.

Normally, Sabrina didn’t enjoy showing people those types of things. It made her feel odd…she didn’t like it when people treated her like she was better than them.

#sabrinaandherblackcat #conversations

The creaky wail the gates let out as they were opened was almost loud to Jack’s ears but he was already too intrigued to be bothered by the old gates. It would be nice to see if the town ahead lived up to its strange name or if it was anything like the dark woods they had just walked through.

“Got dead bodies in the castle, your Highness?” Jack teased playfully. “Your place, your rules. I wouldn’t mind a tour. This place seems pretty neat so far.”

Meeting Reaper

Reaper chuckled, she honestly liked it when people think of her as Death, it makes her sound badass in her opinion. "Yep! Death and the life of the party when it comes to Day of the Dead." Reaper says with a playful grin. "Do you like spooky creepy stuff?" Reaper asked curiously tilting her head to the right.

#reapergrimskellington #meeting reaper

Jack let out an amused laugh. While it was true that he was guilty of expecting Death as the brooding old cloaked skeleton everyone thought of, he didn’t mind this one—Death with a sense of humor. It was a good surprise.

“I’m talking to Death right now, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t get bothered by something creepy,” Jack answered with a grin of his own.

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Still walking, Sabrina took a moment to consider his question. “It’s well hidden," She explained, “Mortals cannot find it, but…other beings can, if they are that smart enough."

Deep in the woods, something howled to the moon, a lonely cry. Sabrina knew that it was probably a wolf of some sort, maybe even more- but it wouldn’t bother them.

Up ahead, she could see the iron gates illuminated by the glow of the town, think black lines against a soft yellow. There was still a little ways to go, but the trees were becoming thinner and the shadows less prominent.

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“Huh, figures.” Jack mused to himself. He often visited Romania during his season but he guessed the only reason he never found the place was because he didn’t look for it let alone know it existed until now, at least.

“Is that it?” Jack asked, motioning towards the black iron gates that stood ahead of them with his staff.

Meeting Reaper

Reaper chuckled, she was not very well known. "Why, im the Grim Reaper. I know folklore always interprets me as a dude? Skeleton dude? I dont know they mistook my dad as me i guess." Reaper says as she shrugged, her father had similarities to Slenderman as well. "and i know how you feel, sometimes i accidentally kill people due to my anger or somethng." Reaper says as her voice slowly got softer.

#reapergrimskellington #meeting reaper

Jack almost smiled when she admit her own flaw but managed to keep it to himself. While it was much worse as compared to him, winter wasn’t exactly the most merciful of the seasons. He wasn’t with clean hands either regarding that subject but Jack couldn't be bothered to care much.

“So…you’re basically Death?” Jack asked. It seemed that he wasn’t the only one followed by false myths.

the Ice Queen & the Winter Spirit

“Oh the Ice Queen will be so mad!”

It was a phrase Jack heard frequently from frantic winter spirits that were less than a decade old. Still fresh and new to the whole concept of bringing snow, they seemed deathly afraid of the so called Ice Queen they often spoke about. For all the years Jack had been around, spreading what varied from gentle snow fall to fierce bone biting blizzards, all he knew about the Ice Queen was from the panicked whispers of his fellow season spirits.

He guessed it was time he found out for himself instead of taking in their panic as words set in stone.

This was probably the reason why Jack was flying right now through what could’ve been a winter wonderland if not for the current snow storm. But, being a winter spirit did have its perks so he didn’t have much difficulty navigating through it as anyone else would have.

It was only when he was closer did he see the ice palace. He quickly landed in front of the large, grand doors without taking his eyes off the palace almost as if he were mesmerized. It took a moment for Jack to shake off his awe for it wasn’t everyday he saw tall palaces made of only ice and looked so…well, majestic.

Maybe there really was an Ice Queen living inside.

To Jack’s surprise, all it took to open the door of ice was a gentle push. The opening was small enough for Jack to enter through easily and once he did, it closed behind him.

That didn’t look like it was going to open any time soon.

With not many choices on hand, Jack started to wander inside. It seemed empty for the most part but who knew what he’d find if he continued to walk forward as he did now? The palace seemed just as grand on the inside as it was on the outside and amazement found Jack again. Without putting much thought about it, he called out:

“Hello?”

#if there's something wrong here plEASE TELL ME #papermasquerade #the ice queen & the winter spirit

pitchxblack

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Watching the winter spirit’s coat flutter as he spun and turned as he spoke filled the {former} Nightmare King with glee—- No, not only that. Much, much more important was the short lived but good fright the intruder experienced. Pitch didn’t have a lot of the shadows under control anymore, but some flickered closer, spreading at the small amount of fear that was delivered to them.

—— But it was over too quickly. “Jack Frost?” he asked in feigned disbelief, but still didn’t quite show himself. He still could not be sure about his intention. But the little Frost didn’t seem to be out for battle. So why not scare him a little further?

Pale gold eyes appeared in the darkness right in front of Jack and a row of sharp teeth revealed themselves into a grin. “Came to nip at my nose?” The Nightmare King purred, cackling at how insignificant most people perceived the spirit of winter to be.

When he could be so lethal.

Pitch knew that. So he’d wear a friendly facade and wait for a good opportunity for a next little fright. He stepped out of the shadows completely. “That trick and many more.” he said, voice smooth although he was never able to shake off the underlying danger to it. Yes— he had known he would have been able to walk free for a few weeks now. But he had been too weak for the outside world that didn’t contain believers for him to frighten anymore.

He just hoped the winter spirit wouldn’t be bright enough to figure that fact out.

“I’d suggest for you to leave.” he stated, gesturing wildly before disappearing and re-appearing again, looking at Jack from a different ankle. Holding conversation, though, was something rare and he assumed that he wouldn’t leave so easily, anyways.

#pitchxblack #failure & charm

Jack watched as some shadows stirred in response to his startled jump. No matter how quick his fright blew over, they still seemed to feed off that short spark of fear. When golden hues appeared in the seemingly endless darkness and a sharp grin spoke part of a phrase he heard often in childish songs, he smirked.

“Aw, why the rush?” Jack asked in a tone that was almost teasing. He followed the Nightmare King with a blue eyed gaze as he appeared. The winter spirit leaned on his staff. “I heard my good ol’ neighbor hasn’t been doing so well, so I came to visit.”

Compared to what Jack had heard, Pitch seemed a lot better off. Maybe it was all that time he appeared to have spent down at the lair when the entrance to it had been sealed up for a good while. Jack couldn’t really say. Time could change a lot of things and the dark spirit was probably the only one who knew about what happened down in the dark caves.

Jack doubt the other would mention anything about it.

He looked around again, at the hanging cages and the staircases that shook off logic and Jack realized that it did seem a bit different, but it was more of the ‘worn out’ type of change. The last time he looked in this place, it held a little hint of grandeur. Jack guessed that maybe Pitch didn’t just lose a battle.

Oh well.

“You don’t look like you’re doing too badly, though.” Jack started, voicing some of the thoughts that roamed his mind. “Or, you’re just really good at hiding it. You should hear the kind of stuff spirits talk about in their free time. They can make up some reeeally far-fetched stories.”

Meeting Blue

Blue smiled at the boy. Something about him intrigued her. “I’m Blue… I don’t really have a last name. I’ve been in this forest for ages…. I thought nobody would find me." Blue smiled at Jack. “I thought I’d never see another human again!" She walked towards Jack and hugged him.

#bluewolfdog #meeting blue

With a sharp intake of breath, Jack instantly stiffened when he felt her body press against his and realized that she was hugging him. He slowly relaxed and let out the breath he forgot he was holding but made no movements to push her back nor did he return the gesture.

Maybe when he properly knew how to, he would, but not now when all he could do was just show how ignorant he was when it came to physical contact.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not exactly human anymore.” Jack said after he got over his initial shock. “I’m more of a spirit—why can’t you just leave this forest if you want to see other people?”

onegrinningcat

Wonderland

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It was still colder than it had been before, why, just seconds ago, and the girl frowned. She stopped her singing then, flicked her eyes back, and noticed that the white haired boy was still there. Now, now, what could he possibly be waiting for? Caitlyn shuddered and rubbed her arms, and calculated the probabilities in her head, while still lying facing the night. Here to visit the Queen. Here to attend his unbirthday party. Here to sing with the flowers. She sat up straight. That’s it! That’s why he doesn’t go away and keep listening to her instead.

The girl looked at him now and also at the slightly freezing ground around his steps. What’s that? How is he doing that? Curious thing! With a measured move, Caitlyn slid closer to the base tree trunk and crept down, her hands easily grabbing branch after branch, and her feet one after another. It was even colder there. Was Wonderland’s weather acting up again? Perfectly possible, of course.

She reluctantly tore her gaze away from the frost around the stranger’s feet, and addresed him, “Do you like the White Rose, or the Red Rose better? I myself say White Rose is much more friendly, even if she doesn’t talk that much." The girl gestured toward the slightly iced ground, “Why are you doing that?"

#onegrinningcat #wonderland

Her question confused him. At first he thought maybe she was just asking about which color he liked better on roses until she mentioned something about the White Rose being a lot friendlier which was a slightly...weird. Besides that, the question in general was a bit strange, why would she ask him about something like that out of the blue? Jack didn’t know how to properly answer that.

“I…don’t know? The White Rose, I guess—if she’s as friendly as you say,” he shrugged. At her gesture, he looked at his feet to see that—while slower than before—frost still continued to creep onto the ground from his feet. Jack stepped away from it as if it hurt him when in reality he was just surprised to see how much of the ground he had frozen. At least this question made more sense than the previous one.

“It’s just a bad habit,” he said offhandedly, making sure his feet weren’t freezing the ground they came in contact with before speaking again. It was his turn to ask a question. “Where is this place? I can’t find a way out.”

Meeting Reaper

Reaper smiled, she finally got the rumour cleared. "Thank god." Reaper says she sighed relieved, there were many other rumours but she decided to ignore it. "So.. How come you stopped playing with them? Are you still a guardian?" Reaper asked as she blinked her eyes confused, this Jack was ovbiously alittle darker than the merry tales of the Christmas Town. "So... You dont seem so merry as they say in folklore.. What happened?" Reaper asked as she raised an eyebrow.

#reapergrimskellington #meeting reaper

“Sorry—I can’t control it sometimes.” Jack sighed and massaged his forehead with his free hand as if to ease a headache. It was clear that this wasn’t the first time his emotions got the better of his abilities. “Yeah, I’m just a winter spirit. I always have been.”

Jack gave the girl a quick once-over after he dropped his hand to his side. “I can’t say I recognize what you’re supposed to be, though.”

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Once her black combat boots hit the ground, she breathed. Traveling that way always brought a certain thrill to her that nothing else could.

"I told you it was safe," She responded with a grin.

They were in dark woods, the trees thick and heavy with pine needles, shadows dancing among the floor, twirling on dirt and darting in between trunks. A distinct smell of wet leaves blew past them gently.

"Just follow me, we’re not that far." Sabrina told him, starting to walk.

#sabrinaandherblackcat #conversations

With a nod, Jack followed after her on foot while he examined his surroundings. There was a time where he would have found it off-putting but now he already seemed to be taking a liking to the place. He watched the black shadows slither on the ground. Some moved too quickly for him to see.

“So how hidden is this place?” Jack broke the short silence, looking at a shadow that had passed by his feet and away. “Can anyone find it if they look around hard enough?”

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Isolation wasn’t something Pitch wasn’t able to handle after being without a proper number of believers for such a long time—— it was the wind-down that gnawed at him. Having fallen from being one with shadows and nightmares, being their king, to cowering in a hole in the ground, having them feed of his fears.

Pitch was always in control. He was— He wasn’t. He was drained out by now, but it sufficed for having them back off, having them flee because they still could move in and out of shadows. A few of them were still loyal to him, but they, too, caused nightmares he didn’t know that still slumbered within him. It had taken quite a while to be able to handle that unfortunate state of his, before he started to try and work with it, live down there instead of silently admitting defeat and breaking apart.

He was still weakened when for the first time, someone crossed the boundaries of his lair. He instantly felt the presence arrive and flickered away, teleporting closer to the entrance where his eyes fell on the slender figure of a spirit— who would have a pleasant aura, wouldn’t it have been for the fact that he was possibly dangerous to him at this point in time. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” his voice echoed from the walls, a cheap trick which he hoped would make the boy back off.

#thanks for writing the starter 8D!#SORRY I'M SO LATE #pitchxblack #failure & charm

Jack had wondered where the old and worn wooden frame of a bed that wasn’t too far away from his lake had gone to. For a few months, the bed frame and the hole in the ground it covered had gone missing without a trace, the space it occupied became a solid ground covered with dirt. It occurred to him that maybe Pitch just didn’t want to be bothered.

That was until he found out that the hole, the entrance to Pitch’s lair, was back in the exact same spot.

A peek wouldn’t hurt, he decided, and jumped into the dark hole. Maybe while he was at it, he could find out why some spirits whispered to each other about how the Nightmare King had been stricken down by the Guardians—locked up in his own home—under the mercy of his very own Nightmares. The stories all varied depending on what spirit Jack eavesdropped on.

The wind cushioned his fall without thought and he landed on his feet as if it was something Jack was used to. With a tight grip on his staff, he wandered inside the dark cavern. Maybe he could find Pitch without having to—

“Well, well, well, what have we here?”

Startled, Jack almost felt his heart jump at the currently disembodied voice and he whipped around to find the source of it. When he saw no one, he huffed out a laugh at how the trick had scared him like that. A little more calmly, Jack looked at the shadows on the walls, not aiming for anywhere particular anymore. He probably wouldn’t find Pitch unless the dark spirit wanted to be found.

“Good to see you can still pull that trick off.” Jack said.

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#out of mind

Meeting Reaper

#no problem #reapergrimskellington #meeting reaper

It was Jack’s turn to be baffled. The temperature easily dropped a few degrees.

“What do you mean ‘still a Guardian’?” He gave her a hard look. That was a rumor he didn’t hear about before and quite frankly, he was better off known as a vengeful spirit that haunted the lake in the forest than being known as one of the wonder squad. “I was never a Guardian. Where did you even hear that from?”

Jack seriously hoped that whoever decided it would be nice to spread such a lousy rumor found themselves running for their lives because of an impending avalanche. His expression slightly softened at the rest of her words. However, the change was almost unnoticeable.

“Nothing ‘happened’,” Jack answered in a matter of fact tone, looking away. “I just stopped seeing the point of it.”

Meeting Reaper

Reaper blinked for a second or two, she was honestly shocked. "Wa-Wait.. You're the Jack Forst?" Reaper asked as she blinked her eyes in shock, she had heard many tales about him, some were good, some were bad. "Were you the one from the lake? The one who haunts children?" Reaper asked with a raised eyebrow, she was honestly pleased to meet Jack. "Or... Are you the one who brings joy and happiness to the children with snowdays and stuff? " Reaper asked as she looked at Jack curiously and confused.