A horde of nightmares waits upon a large lake in the middle of a forest. Then without warning, a suddenly a large skeleton figure pops out of the shadows before meeting up with the Boogeyman, startling the horde.
The figure being about two feet taller than pitch. “You know I don't do this sort of thing for free dude,” he commented again, scratching his black cloak. Pitch soon grinned as he turned to his newfound friend and shook their hand. “I assure you with all that I am hollow that you'll have far more freedom, as will I when I'm finished with those Guardians. First though, we just need to push the oldest to the limit and what better way to do that then to strike her with FEAR?” pitch manically laughed as the skeleton rolled his eyes, well, if he did have eyes that is, they were just empty sockets. The hooded figure petted one of the horses that he startled as it got used to his presence. Normally the spirit of Halloween wouldn’t concern himself with silly affairs but pitch did owe him one for saving his sorry butt from his own nightmare creations.
And besides, it's not every day you get an opportunity to be believed in again right?
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What if? A Rise Of The Guardians Fanfiction
FantasiaMia Ellswood has always believed that somehow and some way there is magic in the world, despite some of those being through science. Although she's been told by some of her relatives to let her beliefs go at an old age she's still a child at heart...
