As most of you know, this is the story I've decided to work on next since I've finished 'The Ghost Brothers', which I will be writing a sequel to probably after this. I already know what I'm going to do for this story, so all I have to do is write it! Wish me luck, it's my first ROTG fic!

"Sh, Baby Tooth, you'll give me away!" Baby Tooth rolled her eyes at Jack. It was 3 days before Christmas and North was a bit behind so the guardians decided to help him out. Of course, Jack Frost was the spirit of fun, so he had to mess things up just a little.

"Oh Baby Tooth, don't be like that. Here, just watch, it'll be fun. I promise." Baby Tooth shook her head in defeat. She knew things were going to end badly. Jack conjured up a snowball and took a moment to aim. With a smile on his face, Jack threw the snowball, hitting his target square in the face.

Phil fell backwards when the snowball hit him in the face, knocking him into the stack of baby dolls behind him. All 327 of them fell on him. Jack floated backwards, laughing. That little prank had gone better than he thought. He continued like that until he hit something, causing him to fall on his butt. Baby Tooth squeaked and flew into the pocket of Jack's hoodie. Jack looked up to see, a very upset, North. North picked him up by his hoodie and brought him to eye level.

"What are you doing, Jack?" Jack shrugged his shoulders playfully.

"Having a little fun. C'mon North, what's wrong with that?" North gave Jack a hard stare.

"'What's wrong with that?'" North mumbled, "Jack, its Christmas in 3 days!" Jack floated in the air around North.

"Exactly! It's Christmas! Everyone around here's so stressed. You guys need to cheer up! Have a little fun!" Jack made one of his special snowballs and threw it at North. A familiar blue mist circled North's eyes and he smiled. He patted Jack on the back, causing him to fall again.

"Ah, you are right, Jack. It's Christmas! Besides, with all of us I'm positive that we'll get everything finished in no time!" North threw his hands in the air, "Let's celebrate!" Jack laughed.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Jack followed North into the main room. Jack looked around, easily picking his new family from the crowd of yeti and elves. Tooth was painting Jewelry boxes, Bunny was arguing with a yeti that Easter was better than Christmas, and Sandy had fallen asleep building a toy race car. North stood next to the globe, the lights as bright as ever. His voice boomed throughout the workshop, everyone's heads turning to him.

"Everyone! Take a break my friends, it's Christmas! ...Except you yeti, you still have to work." All of the yeti groaned. Tooth flew up to North.

"You can't do that North, that's not fair!" North rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, fine. Yeti, you have break too." The yeti cheered, waking up Sandy in the progress. They played music, ate cookies, danced, talked, and even had a snowball fight, which Sandy ended up winning. Jack sat on an armchair that was in the corner of the workshop. He smiled to himself as he sipped his cup of hot cocoa that one of the yeti made for him. Jack sat back and watched as his family interacted with one another. A warm feeling enveloped him.

'This is so nice, if only it could last forever.' North clapped his hands.

"Alright everyone, this has been fun but breaks over. We need to-" North was cut off by a loud siren type noise. Everyone looked around.

"Aye mates," Bunny pointed at the globe, "look, it's for the Tooth Palace." Tooth gasped and started flying all around the workshop, panicking.

"Oh no. Not my babies again! What do we do? What is they're already gone?! What if-" Tooth was cut off by Bunny.

"Tooth!" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently, "it's gonna be okay mate, promise." Tooth nodded. North walked up and patted Tooth on the back.

"Bunny is right. Come, we take sleigh." Everyone followed North into the ice room where the sleigh was kept. This time Bunny didn't argue about taking his tunnels instead of the sleigh. From what happened last time something was wrong at the Tooth Palace, everyone wanted to hurry. Whether or not it was Pitch, they didn't know.

Bunny, Jack, Sandy, and Tooth piled into the sleigh behind North. He whipped the reigns, causing the sleigh to exit the mountain. As they flew into the air, North pulled out one of his snow globe portals. He whispered Tooth Palace into the glass and threw it, effectively opening a portal.

They flew through it; colors of blue, green, and pink washed over them. Jack watched as the colors disappeared and the tooth palace appeared. Jack looked around, it was quiet, too quiet. North landed the sleigh on one of the many platforms. Everyone pulled out their weapons and slowly got out of the sleigh, keeping their guard up the whole time. Jack walked a few steps farther than everyone, his staff pointing at an invisible enemy.

A dark chuckle filled the air; it was sinister and sent shivers down the guardians' spines. Before the guardians could find the source, a string of black sand wrapped around North, Bunny, Sand, and Tooth. They tried to escape, but quickly realized they couldn't move. Jack looked around and saw Pitch step out of the shadows.

"Pitch, what are you doing here? We've defeated you twice already, and we'll do it again." Pitch laughed again as he began to pace back and forth in front of the 4 restrained guardians. Taking a moment to answer North's question.

"I'm not here to place fear into the children's hearts, no, that'll have to wait. You know, 10 years trapped in a hole in the ground gives someone a long time to think. I could come back and make you disappear by destroying the children's belief in you, but that would be too easy. I wanted you to suffer the way you made me!" Pitch stopped to take a deep breath, keeping his emotions in check.

"So I thought to myself, 'what would crush the guardians and make them suffer?' Then it came to me." Pitch turned and shot nightmare sand at Jack, knocking him to the floor and making him tumble as it wrapped around both of his wrists and ankles. Pitch turned back to the other guardians and smiled.

"Do you like my new sand? 10 years also gives you time to hone your skills. Not only does my sand turn dreams into nightmares, now it can paralyze anyone from the neck down, except for vital organs of course." Pitch walked over to Jack and looked at him. Jack just glared back.

"Oh Jack, not a neutral party anymore, are you?" Before Jack could retort, Pitch planted one of his feet on Jack's chest, effectively knocking the breath out of him. The other guardians cried out, threatening Pitch to leave Jack alone. Pitch just pushed down harder.

"If you had joined me, we could've won. We would've had the power. But no, you had to take the guardians' side. If it wasn't for you, the whole world would be cowering at my feet." Jack mentally groaned in pain when he heard a crack coming from his ribs. His chest began to burn from lack of oxygen and his –probably—broken ribs. Pitch lifted his foot off of Jack, and Jack took in a deep breath. Pitch didn't give Jack a moment to rest and grabbed a fistful of Jack's snow white hair. Jack hissed as his head was yanked upwards so that he could look at Pitch, face to face.

"North asked me why I was here, and I told him that I wanted all of you to suffer. I thought long and hard on what I could do, and then it hit me. The only way to make them truly suffer would be if something happened to you and all they could do was watch as it happened. Hopelessly watching as their youngest member suffered so, much, agony." Pitch slammed Jack's head into the stone floor of the platform. Jack heard yelling in the distance-probably the other guardians- as his head spun, stars dancing in his vision. Jack could feel something warm trickling down the back of his neck.

Pitch raised his head up again, just to slam it back down. Pitch repeated the action over and over, enough to crack the stone beneath them. Jack's vision blurred in and out, his breathing had long since become ragged, and his body felt as if on fire. Pitch finally stopped, stepping back to take in what he had done.

"Oh Jack, this look really suits you, except…" Pitch placed his index finger and thumb underneath his chin, as if in thought. He snapped his finger, "that's it!"

Pitch crawled on top of Jack, his hips resting at the boy's knees. The guardians watched with baited breath. They had long since stopped screaming at Pitch, knowing that it wouldn't change anything. Pitch pulled something out of his robe and everyone gasped, they would've been frozen if they weren't already. Pitch traced the object along the side of Jack's face, his eyes widening.

"Do you remember this, Jack? It's been quite useful in the past. I'm sure it would come in handy now, although, I'm sure it would be even better if I changed it a bit." Jack starred at the arrow in Pitch's hands. Of course he remembered it, he spent most of his days trying to forget it. To forget the way the arrow plunged into Sandy's back, turning him into nightmare sand. He was okay now, but Jack still couldn't forgive himself for what happened, if he had just gotten there faster.

It was then that Jack whimpered. He made himself a vow that he wouldn't let a sound pass his lips, he wasn't going to give Pitch the satisfaction. But he did. For once, Jack truly was scared. Pitch had morphed the arrow into a dagger using his nightmare sand, a dagger that Jack knew was just for him. Pitch grinned like a madman.

"Yes, Jack! That's perfect, let the fear roll off of you in waves. After all, it only makes me stronger." Pitch laughed, and all Jack could do was lay there and wait for the inevitable. Pitch finally composed himself and looked at Jack, smiling.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

Jack struggled to find anything, anything to distract him from the pain. It was excruciating, and it was consuming him bit by bit. There were slashes all over his body; there were even one or two on his face. He held everything in, except for the whimper when Pitch pulled out the arrow. Jack knew Pitch was getting angry, and frankly, he didn't care anymore.

"Why won't you scream, Jack? Are you trying to stay strong for your guardians?" Pitch sighed, "I hoped I wouldn't have to do this so soon, but I want to hear you scream before I take my leave." Pitch climbed onto Jack again. Jack spat blood on Pitch's face.

"I'd like… to see… you try." Pitch smirked.

"Oh Jack, I'd be glad to." Before Jack could respond, Pitch drove the dagger into his side. Jack screamed. The other guardians called out to him.

"JACK!" They didn't see what Pitch did because his body was in the way, but the way Jack screamed, they knew something was very wrong.

It hurt. Everything hurt. It was painful for Jack to even breathe. Everything was on fire. Jack's body barely registered Pitch pulling the blade back out except for the tug on his body that came with it. He could feel darkness creeping up in the corners of his eyes. He was surprised he lasted this long, although, being immortal did have something to do with it. Pitch smiled and leaned down next to Jack's ear as he whispered; only wanting Jack to hear.

"That was very nice, Jack, music to my ears." Pitch waved his hand and nightmare sand formed a collar around Jack's neck.

"Do you like it? It's also some new sand I've created. It won't paralyze you, but it'll let me know where you are when I want to pay you another visit. Till next time." Pitch slipped back into the shadows after snapping his fingers, causing all of the nightmare sand to disappear except for the collar around Jack's neck.

How did you like it? If I get at least 4 reviews, then I'll keep writing because if not, then I'll work on another story that I want to instead. I've got so many ideas my heads hurt! Anyways, if you want more review and tell me what you thought. I love all of you!