"Ah, (Y/n)," he sighed, tracing your bed with a finger, "a lovely girl with lovely dreams. Dare I say, the happiest girl I've ever seen." he gasped, touching a hand to his chest in mock shock then grinning evilly.
"Let's change that..."
I stared at the empty spot on the bed when Bunnymund suddenly popped back up. I stormed over to him, eyes flashing, and grabbed his chest.
"Where did you take her?" I shouted, shaking him.
"Get off of me!" he yelled back, "I took her home." he growled, shoving me off.
"Why would you do that?" I said to his retreating figure.
"Because," North cut in, "as I said, Pitch is back."
"What does that have to do with me?" I kept raising my voice.
"Look around, idiot!" the rabbit snarled, gesturing around. I paused and stared at the room around me to see that it was laced with ice. My eyes softened and the ice melted away.
"So what?" I scoffed, "Pitch is after the good, I'd probably just help him." My tone became bitter and sarcastic and I stared at my hand, making snowflakes.
"But, did you see how happy you made (Y/n)? She may be a pure form of happiness but you made her shine brighter." Tooth said softly, touching my back.
I smiled at her and Sandy as he nodded, grinning like a fool. "In fact," North continued, "(Y/n) is a beacon of joy." We all looked at him, slightly confused, "She," he continues, "spreads joy by just being there." He paused, gazing off and touching his white beard. "Oh, no..." he gasped.
My eyes widened in realization of what was being said. "(Y/n)..." Bunnymund choked, falling down a hole down that likely lead to (Y/n).
You're eyes flew open from a sudden nightmare, the first one you had in years. Your eyes were greeted by a darkness and you began to panic. Testing your eyesight, you waved your hand in front of your face. Satisfied with being able to see the movement, you began searching with your hand for the light on your bedside table only to find it gone, along with the table itself.
"Not again..." you moaned, but this time, it felt different. There was the sour taste of fear in the air and you tried to sit up, only to be overcome by an intense dizziness. "What...?" you gasped, swaying and holding your head.
"Hello, (Y/n)," a menacing voice chuckled darkly, "I don't believe we've met." Suddenly, with a snap of fingers, fire surrounded the bed, trapping you and illuminating the other person in the room. His sunken eyes reflected the flames with a glint. "My name," he stepped through the fire without flinching and up to the bed where you were huddled in fear, "is Pitch."
Then, everything went black.
'How could I let this happen?' Jack asked himself, holding a corner of your blanket to his face. A frozen tear slid down his face as Sandy patted his back.
Slowly, Jack straightened himself. "We have to get her."