"This, is what I do."
Pitch held his arms out wide, indicating the town in front of them. He avoided the particular town Jack was fond of, and instead went to some other close-by neighborhood. Looking closely, Nightmares jumped in and out of windows. By closer inspection one could tell that the Nightmares were not only just in the shapes of stallions, but other horrific creatures as well. Ones with distorted faces and crooked bodies. Truly horrific.
"You see, Jack, fear is necessary for children to grow into mature adults. Without fear, children are all cutesies and fairies and bunnies.."
He paused for a second, balling his fists. Jack pretended to not notice and stared out at the nightmares.
"Fear is real and cannot be ignored. That's whats wrong with children today. Too sheltered by the Guardians and their parents. They need to be prepared for what life is really like, right?"
"And whose to say we can't have a little fun with this thing we do, right? Haha." he clasped an arm around Jack's shoulders, pointing to the whole world, metaphorically. "So let's have a little fun, shall we?"
It didn't take long for the two to bring the Guardians to their knee's and pretty much powerless. Jack will never forget standing upon the floating black-sand throne with Pitch as they teased and laughed at how the mighty had fallen. Bunny was reduced to a cute play-toy, Santa was just a fat man, and Tooth might as well be featherless. Sandy had been gone long before Jack and Pitch joined together, struck down by a blackened arrow.
Most of all, Jack remembered the look of dissapointment on his former friends faces. It only fueled his anger.
He was still Jack, yes, but a little darker if you will. His cane now the shape of an icy scythe, his own eyes had dark circles from all the stress, and his clothes were a darker shade than they were before. And more flowy. Definitely more flowy.
His personality was mostly the same. Fun, but like before, more of a darker fun. He enjoyed giving children abstract ways to be afraid, making everything a little more colder. He made the winters a more uncomfortable cold. Sometimes he'd send the snow to shut people in their houses while Pitch tormented them with his nightmares, and he'd even go as far as to almost freeze people to death and take their limbs if they hadn't already died.
Hiking on the mountain? Better hope Jack Frost isn't around.
Currently, the two were perched on a telephone wire, looking out at the damage they had done to this neighborhood in general. Everyone was shut in their houses, curtains drawn and doors locked. It was almost a ghost-town save for a couple of animals slowly freezing to death.
Jack was feeling generous, and let up on the breeze so they could make it to safety. He had no quarrel with animals, only people.
When the breeze pushed back at him, he turned pale, blue eyes up and stared at...him.
He does not speak to Jack anymore, not like he did anyways, and has never spoken to Pitch. Sometimes Jack could hear soft sighs on the wind, which he assumed was the Moon's sadness at what he had become.
And it made him so very happy.
"Are we done here?" Jack asked from his position on the wire.
"I suppose so." Pitch replied, sweeping a shadowed hand across the streetlights, snuffing them out.
If there wasn't fear present before, there was now.
Jack turned and walked close to Pitch, brushing by him as they vanished into shadows once more.