Remember My Frost-Bitten Love (Jack Frost x Reader) - ON HIATUS -

Nightmares

Chapter 8

Your Pov:

I felt weak. One second ago, I was dreaming of children playing with me, they actually believed in me. Now, I was engulfed in a fearsome darkness. My powers slowly draining, music slowly fading off the face of the earth. No one, not a single child believed in me.

I could make out a small object in the center of the room. I soon realized it was me. On the ground in the dark room. I whimpered, my limbs numb. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a soft, small screech. Barley audible. I curled myself into a ball on the ground, waiting for someone to come. Anyone. Sadly no one did. I lay there, suddenly I felt... I felt scared.

'Ahaha, (Y/N). What a pleasant surprise to have you here.' a dark voice growled. I eyed the room, not seeing anything but pure darkness. Suddenly, a tall, slender man dressed in black robes appeared.

'Wh-who are you?' I stuttered, my palms sweating, getting an unsure feeling in my stomach.

'I'm Pitch Black,' he said darkly as I started to regain consciousness. 'I can, and will take you from the guardians. I know your every fear (Y/N). You'll never escape your fears. EVER!' he cackled.

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My eyes shot open, and I came face to face with a panicking Jack Frost. Worry coursing though eyesight blue orbs.

"(Y/N) are you okay?" he said as I sat up.

"Erm, yeah. Don't worry about it. I'm fine." I say. I didn't want anyone to know that I was scared to death. It was a bit embarrassing if you ask me.

His face relaxed a bit, just a bit.

"Uhm, how long was I knocked ou- WOAH. Is this all mine?" my eyes widen as I saw the numerous instruments, sketch pads, and the microphone. The walls were painted a pastel purple, and there was a window with a sitting area right beside it with numerous blankets and pillows

"Haha, yup. And if you're asking how long you've been knocked out, it's been about 4 hours, and it's about 2 in the afternoon." he chuckled.

"Who gave me all this?" I exclaim as I got out of bed, noticing I'm still in my regular jeans, sweater, and boots. I closely examined all the instruments.

"North, I think." he says scratching his head.

"That's just, this is, just amazing. Hey, can you come with me to thank him?" I ask, putting down a glossy wooden violin, and turning back to Jack.

"Erm, sure. I'll take you to his office." he says walking over to me, grabbing my wrist, and leading me out the half oval shaped door. I shivered slightly from the temperature of his skin. It was cold, but I guess I could've expected it, I mean he is the spirit of winter.

I suddenly felt a chill down my spine as we walked thought the corridors. But it wasn't Jack's skin. It was fear. I could feel my nightmare sulking in the back of my head, Pitch's presence along with it.

I ignored the constant feeling of fear running up and down my spine. All of sudden feeling guilty for my sudden outburst earlier.

'Maybe I'll be able to introduce my self properly.' I thought as Jack dragged me through the palace like structure to North's office.