He's Stronger Now

Chapter 16- Choices

Author's Note

Thank you all for 1,300 reads! I never expected for the story to get this far, but I'm so glad that are all enjoying it! 

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You had no idea how long you and Spryth had been held captive; was it days? Weeks? Neither of you knew. It had been eerily quiet most of the time though with few signs of Pitch. Natural light peaked in through cracks above, but you couldn't tell if it was sunlight or moonlight. Silent chimes from Spryth calmed your over active nerves while you waited to see what Pitch has planned.

Torture? Eternal nightmares? Death?  Or maybe he will just keep you two hanging there for the rest of your lives. All you could do was cling to Spryth and hope that the Guardians were on their way. The warmth of sleep soon takes over and relieves you of your worried thoughts for a short time.

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Cold. That was the first thing you noticed when you awoke from your slumber, seeing as how sleeping was the only that you could do at that point. You stretch your tired limbs, feeling a pull from your fingertips to your toes- wait. That's not right, you couldn't do that in the cage.

You quickly sit up, immediately feeling the blood rush to your head. Cringing and holding your pounding head, you try your best to get a picture of your surroundings. Damp, cold stone floor, and blinding darkness was all that you could see. The silent drip of water from a distant source echoes around the seemingly endless room.

Spryth. Ignoring the resistance in your tired legs, you push yourself off of the ground and do your best to balance as the world spun around you. A sudden lurch pulled at your insides as nausea takes over causing you to gag, but nothing came, seeing as how you haven't had any food or water for who knows how long. Pushing away the sickening feeling, you push on in an attempt to find your golden friend. 

"Spryth?" you croaked with a dry, sore throat. "Hello?....Anyone?"

"Hello"  

Oh no.

Spinning in a complete 180, you search for the source of the voice, the one you knew all too well. It haunted you in dreams, well, with what little sleep you got. Your eyes are met with nothing, just emptiness.

"Over here"

You turn again, this time the voice was closer.

"So close. Try again~"

This time you could feel a warm breath on your ear as a cold hand touches your arm. You scream and throw a fist in the direction of the voice. Nothing.

"Now that's not very nice."

"Shut up!"

"What's wrong? You seem angered~"

"Leave me alone!"

"Now is it really my fault that you believed all this time? If you stop, I will go away. All of your troubles will disappear."

Lies. It's a trick. He wants you to stop believing in the Guardians, your friends. He knows that the mental scars he has left on you will never disappear though, forcing you to remeber the horrifying man. 

"Child, sweet child.  This can all end. "

His voice echoes through your mind, it felt as though your mind was going to burst. Spryth.  You needed Spryth.

"...Spryth..." you sob.

Pitch smiles crookedly. "You want your little friend, (y/n)?" he asked calmly, too calm. Something wasn't right.