Forced to be Forever - A Jack x Reader

Back-story...

{AN: Immortals by Fall Out Boy is perfect for this moment, sorry it's do short, I'm used to writing on shorter pages... dammit Figment...}

When I started as a Guardian, I was quiet, shy, and alone. But I eventually grew to be loud, boisterous, and rather adventurous person who often pretended to have believers, though the children who I had played with often walked through me constantly during their pretend skirmishes with sticks and damsels in distress.

Manny had already told me who I was and what I did since the beginning of it all. And in the end, I was still that quiet lonely girl at the end of the day after the children went home to be with their families.

But besides keeping Pitch at bay, I also had a responsibility to cause or stop mischief in children, keeping the naughty and nice list even, the usual white lie or broken vase incident.

But after that, I would hunt nightmares that still ran rampant throughout the world. On many cases I found so many that on winter nights the snow would turn black from all the sand left in the air. Leaving the living wonder how it got there in the first place.

None of the "official" Guardians cared to check out the sand/snow, but I'm just a behind-the-scenes guardian, so things were fine quiet. It's better than waking up to dangers worse than that.

Back in the present...

"Little nightmares," I whispered, hearing the near silent whinny of a small herd, about 6 or 7 from what I could tell.

I stalked the city that I was in, somewhere in Wisconsin last I checked, looking for those horse lookalikes. My death day, I guess, was today and I had hoped on a big catch to numb out the last sounds I remembered of falling from that theater 316 years ago. I could still see the looks of what I thought was my family's faces, now just a blur, stricken with fear and distress. The unnaturally cold spring had left a thick layer of ice on the ground, and I hoped this would be a nice change for once in a century.

"It looks like Jack's been busy," I thought to myself, remembering the big news about the new guardian that's been initiated after saving the children's belief two years ago.

I continued my search, spotting the wild black sand blurs on the roof of a small apartment.

I took out the small doll I had from my pocket and squeezed it lightly. From the ripped up mouth appeared two handles, which turned out to be stone hatchets. This was often what the doll had given me, but at other times it would transform into doll-like replicas of other guardians like Ivy: the Guardian of Love, or Ferris: the Guardian of Joy, both of which I had never met, but the doll had seemed to meet them in a past lifetime from what I have learned. Eventually I had come to know it as Trinket, after learning that it had been used by countless other guardians before, taking a different form each time.

I snuck up on the beasts and issued a battle cry (though I still don't see any effect other than being noisy, which I'm fine with...), running after the nightmares and cleaving them into the piles of sand they were. This was barely even a fair fight, it was like they were never trying to run in the first place.

"It's nice to see someone's been cleaning up after me," a voice echoed, leaving no direction of origin.

I glared. "Pitch," the name leaving a bad taste my mouth.

A laugh.

"Anna Trix, I wondered what foolish, little, attention-seeking child had released me. I thank you." Pitch said, appearing from the shadows.

"If I were able to, I'd send you six feet under." I seethed, silently aiming at the dark one.

"There's no need for that. Your reincarnation alone would have brought me back, the people just left me a little to - simmer on." He said, his smile wickedly feral.

"At least your still just a shadow under the bed." I said, shoving the thought of my death to the back of my mind.

"The same as you, despite your pleading to the Man in the Moon."