Don't Be Scared (Jack Frost x Male! Reader)

Chapter 3

I feel so alone. I'm crying silently to myself in the patch of open grass where I was lifted from. Really the only place I know and remember. Having my gifted wings wrapped around my shaking body to keep any warmth I could produce. The rest of the night was bound to be miserable.

"Why am I here? Man on moon why?..." I huff through my sobs knowing damn well there won't be a reply.  Then I heard crunching behind me. 

I bolt upright and turn toward the source. Only to see a gray man in a black robe. I stare and think it's just another person passing by but he looks directly at me with interest.

"So you're a new spirit?" He asks and examines my form.

"I ..." looking up to the moon for an answer but of course nothing. "...don't know." I whimper pathetically. I then realize his talking to me. "Wait! You can see me?" With desperation present in my voice.

"Of course. I'm Pitch Black. What may your name be? " He was quick to ask more questions. I wasn't aware of his evil intentions at the time but it was too late.

"I'm (M/N) Hallow." I give a little more confidence. From that day on I've been along side Pitch. He told me I can be seen by the humans. All I must do is have people believe in me. He showed me by scaring them they'll believe and at first I was skeptical but it did work. So caught up in my happiness I didn't see the real effects.

"Wow. Thank you, Pitch." I pat his shoulder. He shakes off my hand and nods. We are in the woods now for a stroll in the dark. Then he smirks to himself. I wondered why till I saw a young boy lost in the woods. Pitch then gestures to him for I got the message. I slowly fly over to the very young boy and start using my powers to make the wind pick up and leaves start to fly. The trees creak and groan along. He then runs inside a large hallow tree. I jump down in front of the small boy. His head shot up and stares at me with fear present in his face.

"Hallow...please don't hurt me." the small child cries. 

" Why would I hurt you?" I frown.

"In my dreams I always get hurt by you! You pick me up and fly high then....you drop me." He starts crying again toward the end of his sentence. I am now in shock by how scared he is. This is because his scared by me. I look around for Pitch but his nowhere insight . I then reach my hand out. He looks at it then at me.

"Don't be scared." I say in a gentle manner and smile gently. He thinks a moment but then complies and grabs my hand. I lift him up and guide him home for I saw this boy before with his parents. Along the way I shown him not to fear the dark but enjoy it. When he returned home I quickly took my leave. I had a lot of questions for Pitch. I found him in his lair he was proud of.

"Why are you terrifying them by me dropping them from the sky?!" I raised my voice. He glances at me but looks away to his globe of shining dots covering it.

"Well ain't it obvious I'm scaring them. You will be feared and so will I. This will guarantee that we'll never be forgotten and always be believed in." He gives a twisted smile. I stare at him then I frown shaking my head.

"I ain't having them fear me no more. I'll find another way. Mark my words." I start to walk out. But not getting too far for he used his shadow abilities. Wrapped me in his black shadow tentacles caging me within the deepest part of the lair.

"Not so fast, you will be stuck with me and help me be feared by them. You and I will have control over them all. " he lowly growls.

"No! I don't want part of this. Now let me go." He frowns and shakes his head 'no'. I'm now suddenly caged in one of his cages hanging down from the ceiling. 

On that day on, I was tortured. No sugar coating it. Scars were formed and pain was brought upon me. This happened for years. I swore to myself I would never fall back into his hands and be his puppet.

Then one fateful day~

I feel the blood trickle down my back. He created a black sanded henchman to whip me endlessly. Pitch would always taunt me and ask again and again if I changed my mind. I spit at him every time he asked. He glares and commands the man to continue. With that he whipped me once again. The whips sometimes brought blood. The pain was indescribable the sharp quick slashes. I had it.

This routine was too old and I knew The Man on the Moon had more in-store for me. I won't let Pitch take advantage of me. 

 I begin to thrash my wings and flapped them hard. Pulling the chains on my wrists. Luckily I break a rusted link. Taking the opportunity of the chain. I  then whip the henchman. Oh, how I loved the justice in my madman whips towards the monster.  I made him into nothing but dust. I fought my way out. I screamed my battle cry to reach my dearly wanted freedom.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!"

My body shakes me awake from the fear I had for myself. I feel my heart pumping blood through my body quickly. My eyes wide open. I then feel something wrapped in my arms. My vision focuses upon Jack's peaceful face. I then feel the blood quickly pump to my cheeks. His so dead gorgeous I can barley keep myself together. The pure white hair messy and untamed. I feel myself stare for a long time. He then moves but he snuggles into my chest. I only felt joy when he did. Growing sleepy once more. I lift up my free wing and wrap it around him. As if I need to protect his vulnerable state. Falling back asleep I tighten my grip around him and smile softly.