I Believe in the Boogeyman

Confrontation

The next few nights were the same. Sandy would finish delivering dreams, check on you, find you were having a nightmare, and send some dream sand your way. After about two weeks straight of this happening, Sandy became worried. Why were you having nightmares every night? So the next time he visited you, after chasing away your nightmare, he quietly snuck into your room. He watched you for a few moments before turning to your desk where the book had been that first night. It was still there. Sandy picked the book up and flipped to the bookmarked chapter. But to his surprise, the chapter bookmarked was no longer the Boogeyman's, but instead the Guardian of Dreams'. This chapters pages were now as worn as Pitch's. Sandy narrowed his eyes as he placed the book back down. As he did, he noticed multiple other books on your desk. Leaning over, he read the titles.

The Origin of the Sandman

Ole Lukoie

The Sandman

The Legend of the Sandman: How Good Dreams Come to Be

Fairytales and How They Work

That book had a bookmark in it. Sandy picked it up and flipped to the chapter.

Sandman

Sandy placed the book back down and turned to you. First you were interested in Pitch, now him? Granted it could be because your nightmares have miraculously been chased away every night, and you were already interested in "fairytales." But still.

Sandy watched you for a few more moments. You puzzled him. You were interested in fairytales, Pitch, and now Sandy himself. Not to mention you've been having nightmares every night since he's been watching you. And he hasn't even seen Pitch-

Sandy stopped. Could it be? Is it possible Pitch has been visiting you earlier than Sandy has been arriving? Sandy silently cursed himself for being so stupid. It's been nearly two weeks and no activity from Pitch? Of course he had found another way.

Sandy quickly exited your room, closing the window behind him. This time he didn't stay an hour. If he was correct, and he was positive he was, there was no need.

Tomorrow he would change up his route.

Meanwhile during these two weeks Pitch had indeed been visiting you. Most of the time he kept his presence hidden, though you knew he was there. It was obvious once your previously happy dream became the epitome of your greatest fears. It only lasted at most three hours, but for you it felt like days.

There were sometimes, however, where Pitch would simply interrupt your dream just to talk to you. You preferred those nights. Pitch still frightened the hell out of you, but it was better than facing your darkest fears.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You had grown used to the pattern of your happy dream being interrupted, so it didn't surprise you anymore when you felt the familiar shadows envelop the area around you. You did relax, however, because you knew this meant Pitch simply wanted to talk, instead of twisting whatever you were dreaming about to scare you.

"Hello, Pitch."

You heard a chuckle.

"Hello, Y/N."

The Boogeyman became visible to you, his hands behind his back as he approached. "You seem to have warmed up to me." He commented.

You scoffed. "Hardly. You still scare the absolute shit out of me."

Pitch laughed. "Well I wouldn't be doing my job correctly if I didn't, now would I?" He pointed out with a smirk.

You sighed. "I suppose not." You muttered. "But why can't you scare someone else? Like a child like you're supposed to."