Chapter 8

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A/N:
Hi! I am super sorry for the super late update. Honestly, I lost inspiration in continuing this book. And I'm not saying this just because it's Fools Day.

I'd like to thank those people who either commented and private messaged me about liking this book or the first one. Really, it made my day.

So, I decided to continue it. Although, it maybe a of cornier than expected....but I wish you'd still like it.

Pitch walked directly in front of Jack. Looking at his broken staff before looking down on him. A nasty smirk painting his lips.

He knelt down, holding his chin with his bare finger and raising it up to see his completely miserable face.

His cheeks soaked with his never ending tears a shis eyes continued to water. His lips was trembling with fear as it did so.

"Poor Jack." Pitch said, his smirk growing wider and wider by just a second as he glance around to see what he has done.

He locked eyes with Jack. His watery eyes was gazing upon his own. Nothing could ever be so perfect.

"Have a sweet nightmare." Pitch whispered softly as the darkness swallowed him whole.

Leaving Jack alone. Inside the empty room. With the Guardian's body scattered all over North's room.

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