Jumper Reese

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Baby waited for the kid to make it up, wondering how he actually did that, but didn’t ask. That part wasn’t interesting to him. At the answer to his question, he had to laugh, loudly. He assumed ‘Jumper’ was a nickname, like his own. Nobody was really called that and it was logical. It was because of the leg. “Must’ve been right fuckin’ bullies givin’ ye that. Fuckin’ Jumper. Got one fuckin’ leg.” 

He took a few sips from his beer again to still his laughter. He couldn’t let this kid think he was a kid too. He had to be serious, had to make the kid look up to him first. ”I’m Baby,” he replied. “Ye call me Baby.” 

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Jumper wondered whether his life could be any more uncomfortable. He had liked it at first, being something unique and made up, but now it was only ironical.  Something like that, with his leg, kind of seemed like it had been meant to happen or something. It was stupid to think about, and therefore the other’s laughter almost made him cringe. “I was called that before my accident.” He tried, but it didn’t matter. His name was already stupid to the other.

For a moment he didn’t know how to respond to the name. It was an unusual name, and so for a short moment he didn’t know whether the other was joking or not. What if he was? Would repeating it just make the other laugh harder? He didn’t know, and he didn’t really want to know either. “Okay. I will.” He chose not to be rude, instead. 

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Baby nodded, before going to the stairs, spiral stairs, and ran up them. They shook while he did and waited for the kid up there. Everyone was in Ezra’s office. There was some kind of meeting after everyone had left. He didn’t care, because he had a prize. With one working leg, but fuck the leg. He could still do as Baby told him with one fucking leg, right?

He sipped his beer. “What do people call ye then?”

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He followed him up, and suddenly he felt relieved that it was going a lot faster than he expected. Of course he was a little bit nervous, and afraid to do stuff wrong or look stupid, but that wasn’t happening. It was working, and he was hoping that it at least seemed a little bit normal. He didn’t want to be judged for this while he hated it just as much himself.

He looked up then, wondering what the other had even asked him. It was the nerves, and so he took a little too long to answer. It wouldn’t seem normal, he feared. “Jumper…” He cleared his throat, hoping that he wouldn’t be too nervous to get a decent amount of sleep that night. “And… uhm. What about yourself?” That was the nice thing to do, wasn’t it? Showing interest… 

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Baby shook his head. “Ye don’t need te pay. ‘S only mattresses. No rooms.” He took a swig from his beer. “Would ye like one, kid?”

His hand moved to the back of the boy’s neck. “Come wiv me upstairs. Ye can walk up stairs an’ that right?” He didn’t have an eye for offensive questions. He asked what he wanted to ask. It was not his fault if that was hurtful to another. He just needed to know what the situation here was.

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Jumper wasn’t used to being touched like that, even though it might have been just casual. However, he didn’t want to seem stranger than he apparently already seemed, and so he didn’t say anything about it. It was probably normal, and probably Jumper needed to stop over thinking stuff and being afraid like that. Usually nothing even happened, so why would it now? All that worrying would be for nothing. “No, thank you…” He answered, well aware that he wasn’t so fond of the taste of beer anyway. He did want some water, though, but he didn’t dare to say anything because he didn’t want to seem demanding. God, could he stop doing that?!

“I can get up the stairs, yes.” He said, hoping that whatever way he was going to manage that, it wouldn’t look stupid this time.  

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Baby raised his eyebrows. “It gonna work again soon?” He didn’t even know the boy’s name and yet he was asking him these questions a normal person probably wouldn’t dare to ask. Not so soon, anyway. It was important though. Dragging around an invalid as a pet didn’t set the right reputation. Maybe he should just let this one go and find himself a new one. But fucking hell, where else was he going to find innocent fucking eyes like these?

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Now he was just starting to feel even more uncomfortable. The questions didn’t make sense, and what made even less sense is that this was the first thing besides Jumper being lost that they were talking about now. It made him a bit sad, but he didn’t want the other to notice. He shook his head, “I don’t want to answer that, I think.” He sighed. “I don’t think it’s that important.”

He shifted on his feet and reached in one of his pockets. “Do I need to pay to stay a night?” it felt awkward. “I don’t have much, but I do have a little bit.”

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Baby smiled and reached over the bar, grabbing a beer he’d been drinking before you. He might not be the youngest he could have gotten, but he was a good one. Okay fine, he wasn’t very good at walking, he’d seen that, but he could walk— What if it came off as one of those ‘Baby can only get the disabled kids’ kind of things? Fuck it.

"Why’s yer leg like that?" he asked. Maybe it was temporary. He could tell everyone it was temporary.

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He had fallen silent again, and since looking at the one in front of him had started to feel really awkward, he spent his time looking around again, to see what he could make of the place he had suddenly ended up in.

Therefore, the question kind of startled him, and it caused him to immediately look down at it. He cleared his throat, finding it hard to talk about something so... humiliatingly awful. "I had an accident..." He said, and it was true. Perhaps just that explanation would do. "It doesn't really matter, I think."

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Baby didn’t want the kid to go anywhere. He looked easy and if he could show him off to his dad, his dad might have second thoughts. His dad might want him back. If he was successful enough… “No, no, ‘s okay, kid. Ye ain’t gonna get nowhere if I give ye directions. Gonna be dark soon, might as well stay here. Yer safe at this club. I’ll look after ye.” Baby smiled and patted the kid on the shoulders.

"Are ye scared ‘ere? Never been ‘ere before?"

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He kept silent for a while, though then nodded in agreement. "Thank you." He said silently, deciding that whatever this place even was, it couldn't be much worse what the streets had to offer. He wouldn't eve have a roof over his head, and there were plenty of people out there that he would much rather avoid. Especially with that limp he had to carry with him wherever he went. "Really..." He said, the looking at him. "Thank you. I won't be any trouble, I promise." 

Suddenly it seemed of little relevance that the other had touched his face like that. At least he wasn't going to make him walk through the dark. 

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Baby smiled and cupped his face in both his hands now. “Don’ worry, kid. I ain’t gonna hurt ye. Ye don’t need te be nervous for nothin’, kay? ‘M just gonna make ye feel nice when ye’re ‘round me. Make ye feel happy, wanted, all warm in yer tummy.” He smiled, his fingers moving back into the boy’s hair.

"Why don’t ye come upstairs wiv me. ‘S quieter there. Can get ye calm there."

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Jumper shook his head fast, but he didn't want to seem rude. He didn't have a good feeling about this, but he didn't want to jump to the wron conclusions either. "I think I just need to go. I'm lost, I just need some directions..." He looked at the other then, biting his lip because he had no idea what else to do, or how to decline in any more polite ways. "I just need a taxi, is that okay?"

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❝Why me? What’s your plan?❞

Baby grinned, his fingers moving towards the boy’s face, cupping one side, his fingers on his jaw, thumb on his cheekbone. “Ye’re a pretty kid… I’d like te keep ye.”

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He tensed up, then tilted his head to the side as though that would make it more comfortable. He considered moving up his hand, trying to get the other's out of his face, but he couldn't. "Uhm... Thank you." He answered nervously. "But... I can't stay, really. I have to... go, I think. Kind of soon?" He felt nervous, and he thought he had a good reason to. He was on the run after all....

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Hello! Who are you? I’m Red! *smiles up at him*

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Jumper had been feeling small and not very sociable for a long while now, so it was strange that he had taken the effort to leave the treehouse behind for at least a short afternoon.

Even stranger was the voice that had come to his attention as he was walking, letting his curtches support him. "Me?" He said immediately, lost in his own world, almost. "Oh-- yes. Me, is that right?"

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Fear and Frost || Jack + Pitch + Jumper (AU)

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Pitch had leaped towards Jack’s cage, his hands wrapping around the bars while staring inside, right into Jack’s eyes. “Because this time, you have no choice,” he spoke, his eyes narrowing a little as his head tilted to the side. “You will be locked up forever if you do not obey me. You will never see a smile on a child’s face again, if you do not accept that you must join me,” he sneered, though knew that Jack’s order was a serious one and that Pitch was going to have to give, besides only taking.

How could he expect Jack to listen to his every word while he got nothing in return? He had not the time to wait for Jack to brake down until he was but a fragile soul and would do anything to be mended again. No, he could not wait until that time would come and thus he hopped to the boy’s cage instead.

“Boy,” he sneered, rattling the cage aggressively until he got the boy’s full attention and wide, scared eyes on him. “Your name,” he demanded, his hand reaching into the cage to grab his face and pull it right to the bars, embarrassing him, showing how much he was at Pitch’s mercy. “Now.”

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He looked straight back into Pitch’s eyes as the Nightmare King spoke. He did not like what he heard, but knew that at this moment he couldn’t afford the luxury of a simple ‘no’. It wasn’t just his own freedom at stake, after all. But to obey Pitch and to join him… Jack’s gaze fell back down. He couldn’t agree to those costs.

As Pitch moved away from his cage he looked up, for a moment believing he’d hesitated too long and had again lost Pitch’s attention. That was when Jack realized Pitch’s reason for moving closer to the boy; to ask him his name. But if Pitch had done what Jack had asked of him, he apparently already expected Jack to agree to the rules he’d just laid out…

Almost defeatedly he let his eyes fall shut, though opened them again in refreshed confidence as he realized he had made his decision already. “I can’t join you,” he said, voice soft, though clear. “But… for now… I’ll do what you want me to. If your requests are within reason.” But ‘within reason’ left much open for discussion and wasn’t it already clear that Pitch was the one better with words? “And if you don’t harm the boy.” That was the most important part of the deal, wasn’t it? “Or the dog,” he added quickly.

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*He had started to feel a bit nauseated, which was something he most certainly didn't want to add to all of this misery. However, the cold had become almost unbearable, and the fact that is clothes weren't as wet anymore didn't make him feel any better. He was cold- terribly cold, his own tears being the only thing that kept his face a little warm.*

*Very carefully so, he took the shoe off his right foot, trying very hard not to not to do this too obviously. He then wrapped his hands around his cold foot and started to rub it, hoping that this would start to help at least a little bit.*

*Though now that his hands weren't pressed against his ears anymore, it became much harder not to hear the words spoking by this man in black that he was so, so afraid of. He didn't understand his words, and all that he could really get was that this had most likely something to do with something completely terrible that was about to happen not only to himself, but also to the invisible one beside him that apparently wouldn't listen to the Boogeyman's demands* 

*Not for one second had he moved his eyes away from his foot, swallowing after each sentence he could hear, merely out of fear. He had not seen the man move so he was rather startled when the cage he was still sitting in shook so heavily that he had to look up. He asked and then pulled Jumper's face very close to his own, to which Jumper whimpered louder than he had wanted.* J-Jumper. *He answered quietly.*

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Fear and Frost || Jack + Pitch + Jumper (AU)

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Pitch just chuckled at the boy’s helplessness, his pathetic whimpers and pleas for this to stop. Aw, he was hurting the poor dog, well, the boy shouldn’t have come past his lair then. Own fault. His gaze turned to Jack who was losing his patience and his temper. He only chuckled at that and locked their eyes. “Well,” he begun, shrugging slightly, ignoring the boy’s pleas, even though he enjoyed them fully.

“Entertainment is a first,” he spoke, laughing softly, “but also to remind you how it’s going to be from now on…” he grinned, shaking his head a little, “…if you don’t join me.” Pitch leaned back on the top of the cage leisurely, showing the freedom that he did have and the two before him didn’t. With a sharp stare he then turned to the boy, whose name he still didn’t know, but he didn’t care. “Oh, will you please just shut up!” he spoke in annoyance, rolling his eyes, then turning his gaze back to Jack.

“Anyway, I figured that you wouldn’t like it. I was right! Ha!” Pitch spoke quite victoriously, laughing as he raised himself to stand atop the cage, freely stepping around the chain, that kept the cage up, in quite a musical manner, as if he were dancing to something. Truly, he was just messing about in the muse of his own victory.

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Jack was glad to at least get Pitch’s attention this time, although the reply he got was hardly what he’d been rooting for. So, this was all some sort of setup to get Jack to do what Pitch wanted him to do? “Last time you held me in this position, Pitch, you didn’t keep to your end of the deal,” Jack sneered, desperation overpowering anger for only the shortest of moments. “So why would I believe you now?”

Jack looked at the boy beside him for a short moment, though looked away again as the sight was merely a confirmation that he couldn’t do anything to help him. The only way of stopping this was by getting through to Pitch, but that was a game not only severely difficult, but dangerous too.

“Tell me what to do,” Jack said then, teeth gritted together as it was hardly his favourite thing to say, let alone his favourite thing to abide to, especially when asked of Pitch. “And I want to know his name, so ask it,” he added, figuring he might as well immediately demand something in return.

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*He lay still suddenly, curled up into the cage for as long as he was able to do so. Oh, how he wanted to sleep, turn away from this, but he couldn't, and that was merely out of fear he would never get out of here. He was more scared than back when he was twelve years old, being robbed of his innocence by a man about three times his age. He knew, even at the time, that it would only take an hour, or less if he really kept quiet, but he wasn't so sure about this entire situation. He was past the point of being able to turn around and run, for he wasn't a free child anymore now.*

*He clenched his fists tightly against his ears when he heard the Boogeyman speak again, taking into nothingness or the invisible one in the cage next to his own- he still wasn't sure if there had been somebody in there at all. He swallowed, being told to shut up, but obeying was harder than it seemed. He couldn't keep quiet, couldn't stop shivering, or- at least- internally begging whoever may have been able to hear it to stop.*

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Fear and Frost || Jack + Pitch + Jumper (AU)

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Pitch couldn’t remain silent through all this entertainment. The fear hung thick in the air and the Fearlings were praising him for it, coming to him, rubbing their noses softly against him, some remaining at the cages, sniffing both the boy and Jack, though Jack was only fearful for the boy himself.

It was then that Pitch took a few steps back from the dog, letting the Mares encircle the dog, who was already scared out of it’s mind. He was whimpering, like a dog could do best, baring it’s teeth and snarling at the Mares around him. He was scared and the Mares were coming too close for his liking, but there was nothing he could do but lash out and bite at their noses, which only turned to dust and once again reformed, making the dog’s teeth smack together awfully hard.

Pitch cackled evilly, his voice echoing through his lair. “Do you hear that, boy? Your little puppy dog… so scared…” Pitch laughed, his head falling back a little, his hand resting on his chest. “Don’t worry though, the Mares of the Night will not kill your precious,” Pitch disappeared into the shadows and appeared perched leisurely on the top of one of the cages before the boy. “They just like to play.” And continuously the dog growled and howled and whimpered.

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Not only couldn’t the boy see him, but too was Pitch ignoring him, probably purposely so. He didn’t want the boy to start believing in Jack, after all, so Pitch figured it would be best to ignore Jack altogether, to ensure he could intervene as little as possible. Yet, he had imprisoned them close together. The thought ran through his mind that perhaps Pitch did plan for the boy to start believing in Jack, but then the Winter Sprite realized Pitch had merely done it to torment him, of course. To render him useless and to face him with exactly that, like he’d been so often in his long life.

He watched the dog, feeling a tire coming over him that he did not like, nor wanted to accept. He wouldn’t give up, but he wished he wouldn’t have to endure this sort of torment. Then again, it didn’t matter what he had to endure, as long as the boy was saved from it. “Pitch,” he called, once the shadow had moved to the top of one of the cages before them. “What do you want?” he asked, almost afraid of what the answer would be. If only he could steal some of Pitch’s attention away from the boy, it would already be worth it. “Why did you bring him here?!” There was anger that clearly shimmered through his tone of voice, but it was the desperation that Jack was most ashamed of. “You must have a reason. Tell me, is it me? Is this your way of winning me, because it’s not going to work.”

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*He crawled back against the bars of the cages. Anything to be as far away from those horses as possible for they looked awfully dangerous, demon-like. Slightly's whimpering made him squeeze his eyes shut tightly since it sounded so damn painful and only made his own fear worse. He clamped his hands over his ears, trying to block out all that noise and face away from it all. Perhaps this was a bit selfish, but he couldn't do anything to make the Boogeyman stop! He bit his lip, curling up, as his other leg just lay there lifelessly.*

*He was still freezing, and his head was pounding. He wish he could sleep, but the cage felt painfully cold underneath him. He couldn't push the thought of his scared little dog out of his mind either, and thus he opened his eyes again, almost mimicking his dog's whimpering that he could hear muffled through his hands.* Make it stop! *he whispered, only realizing that he was crying again once he could hear himself sobbing through his words.*

*He wanted his dog to be with him, so he could hold him close to himself and fall asleep with him, like he always did. Slightly was everything to him, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing him forever because of this one traumatic experience. Those words again, they didn't do anything to him, but merely made him more scared. There were much worse things than killing sombody, and he was well aware of that.*

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Fear and Frost || Jack + Pitch + Jumper (AU)

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Once down in the dark lair that belonged to Pitch and the Fearlings, Pitch wandered freely, cackling at his newly found toy, the little dog. Both Jack and the boy had been locked into the cages, next to each other, but not in the same cage, and he’d ordered the Fearlings to watch over, in case they did something strange. As far as Pitch knew, however, the boy still couldn’t actually see Jack.

He had left them alone, abandoned, while he himself was in his chambers. He slept shortly, not long enough to have nightmares, which he avoided like nobody else did. Luckily the bad ones didn’t occur anymore now he’d taken Jack hostage, but other’s did. Mostly he’d find a Fearling standing over his bed when he awoke. That was the worst.

But now he stood on the platform where both the Guardian and the boy could see him. He was ‘playing’ with the dog, amused by how stupid the being truly was. He shaped the dust into toys and played with him, though continued to fool him by changing the shape, bringing the dog into danger. Truly, he was making the dog fear, right in front of his owner.

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And so he ended up back where it had all started: in the stupid cage. At least when he’d been locked away in that dark room he’d had some space to roam around. (And roaming around was definitely one of the things he liked doing.) Now it seemed as if he was starting all over again, with winning whatever had caused Pitch to change his prison-cell into a more generous one.

But that wasn’t the worst… No, the worst was talking to a boy that couldn’t hear him. Watching him as he sat fearfully, waiting for Pitch to return and pass judgement once more and not being able to comfort him. “He’s not that frightening, actually,” Jack was saying, watching the boy. “He’s only frightening when you’re frightened.” He laughed softly at that, as it was so very true. Yet, he knew it was easier said than done. And, well, easier said than heard, apparently. He sighed, memorizing the many times he’d come across those people that seemed to speak to him without words, people that didn’t even see him or knew he was there. They would spark an interest in Jack, like Jamie had done, but Jack had never been able to tell them. He had never been able to help them. And now, he found himself in that position once more. He hated it.

“What’s your name?” he asked, knowing he wouldn’t get a response. He wanted to know. He wanted to be able to call this boy by his name. Most of all he wanted the boy to know he wasn’t alone.

That was when Pitch returned. Jack moved so he could better view what the nightmare king was up to. “I’d say this is a definite low point in your life,” Jack said, almost boredly. “And for being you, that says a lot.”

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*He was freezingly cold, still a bit wet from the previous fall he had made that still scared him senseless when he merely thought about it. He brought his hands together and made them into fists, bringing them to his face and blowing his hot breath into them. He then brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself, his head resting against his own shoulder as he tried hard to face away from the scary horses. This all seemed like a nightmare, but unfortunately, he could not wake up.*

*He looked at the cage next to his own, frowning as he did. If only he could see what was inside there- or who! Looking down at his knees, he feared for the worst. What if there was nothing in there- nothing at all? It could have been a trick of some sort that would get turned against him as time went by, but he could not know for certain. He had been saved by this thing, or person, but that could as well have been the Boogeyman himself. He hoped desperately for somebody to be in there. At least he would not be alone anymore.*

*He looked up as he heard the familiar sound of his very own dog barking. Slightly hadn't been locked into the cage with him, and so he could not keep himself warm with his fur, or his presence. He worried for him, so when he squeaked out, he sat up a little and wrapped one of his hands around one of the cage's bars. His curious little dog stepped forward when he saw something that seemed rather harmless, but jumped back when that same thing- made out of dust, just like the black horses were- started to turn into something else, sometimes something neither Jumper nor Slightly recognised.*

*This barking and squeaking contingued, and he could barely listen to it. Crying out would be useless, so he tried to stay silent, though in fact, this was hurting him. His dog was just as scared as Jumper himself was, and he could do nothing!* Stop! Please! *He dared to speak, but he instantly regretted saying anything at all for his own fear sent a painful shiver down his back then.*