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A loud cackle roams the house with your small scream. And then, you were gone. You were hoisted up onto a.. horse? The animal was not like what you found in the zoo. Its huge frame was made up of black sand. Its belly was made of swirling patterns of a lighter black. The stallions eyes were a bright yellow, much like the mans. You stared at it, not sure in suprise or shock. Probably both. As soon as you were completely on, the stallion was off. You didnt have a moment to think. It went zooming off into the night, higher and higher in the air. you tried to hold on, but all you grabbed was sand. You were about to scream, but black sand wrapped your lips. Breathing in through your nose, the smell of the sand became intoxicating. Your eyelids fluttered shut. All you remember was the forest beginning to become closer..
You were running, running towards someone. You couldnt quite make them out till you got closer. It was Jack, white hair and all. You wrapped your arms around his waist, all your fear washing away. Cold hands met yours, but with a tug. Jack ripped you off of him, turning around to stare at you. His usually beautiful blue eyes were filled with.. hate? He gave you death glances, muttering something under his breath. You stared up at him in suprise. This wasn't the Jack from before.
"Jack-" you began. Jack turned around, but cut you off.
"Don't talk to me." he answered. You stepped back, hurt by his words. Why was he being so mean?
"Jack I dont understand." you replied. You tried to put your hand on his arm, but he jerked back.
"You really dont understand, that's the truth. How about you do me a favor, and never talk or even think of me again. Ok?" he said coldly. He began walking away from you. Tears rolled down your face, your heart felt like it was stepped on. You watched him walk away, your legs collapsing beneath you. Hands covering your face, your body shaked with saddness.
You jolted up, sweat dripping from your face. You pick up the blankets and sit yourself up properly. You couldn't remember going to bed. Your eyes widened when the memories flooded back. A horse, going through the forest, the man... You pick yourself up quickly and rushed to find a way out. The room was quite dark except the small light on the desk and underneath the door. In the room was the small bed you were once laying on. It had black sheets that had small gray swirls on them. There was a small nightstand next to it, with an unused lamp sitting next to it. Facing the bed was a wooden desk with a mess of papers all over it. You went over cautionously, grazing over the papers. They were all a bunch of drawings from what looks like a seven year old. A smile creeped on your face, it kinda reminded you of Sophie. That snapped you back into reality. You were trying to leave! Not to look over pictures!
Grabbing onto the door knob, you turn it carefully. With just a couple of small squeaks, you make it out. You turn to look at the rest of the house, and your mouth lays half open. The 'house' is constructed of numerous steps. Stairs upon stairs laid in front of you. A giant globe stood in the middle of the room. Small yellow dots circled around the globe. Most of the light seems to come from there. You walk over towards the globe, hopping to get a better look at the thing. Then, that cackle comes again.
"H-hello?" you call out. The laugh comes from all over the room, mocking you. Something swells up in your stomach.
"HELLO?" You say with more fire. The laughing does not comes. Suddenly, thise nightmares come back. They gallop around you, a few pinching you with their teeth. You try to push them away, but there are too many. But something else does. A long black figures moves them back into the shadows. You closed your eyes, sitting on the floor. So many things ran through your mind. And through all of this where was Jack?
The laugh came once more, but much closer. You brough your knees up to your face, embracing them.
"Aw, is someone scared of the boogeyman?" the voice swoons. You tried to fight the urge, but lost, you openned your eyes to be staring at the man from before. Pushing yourself back, you try to get back up. Your legs scream in protest, once again, you cannot move.
"The b-b-boogeyman?" you ask gently. Your voice quivers as fear builds steadily inside you. A loud horse sound comes from the shadow.
"I prefer Pitch. Pitch Black. And,you shouldn't be so scared. It riles them up you know." the boogeyman replied. He smiles down at you, a sinster twist to his look. He outstretches his hand toward you. His finger moves left and right of your jaw. Your body shook in complete terror.
"Were going to have so much fun." he snarled. He picked you up by your neck, choking you. You try to tear his hands away, but fail. As your vision begins to go blurry, you feel a rush of air across your face.
Pitchs hand finally slips from your throat. Your dropped to the floor, gagging and coughing. More and more cold air rushs into the air. You look up, trying to clear your vision in the process. There, emitting the room with a blue light, is your savior.
Jack Frost.
You were running, running towards someone. You couldnt quite make them out till you got closer. It was Jack, white hair and all. You wrapped your arms around his waist, all your fear washing away. Cold hands met yours, but with a tug. Jack ripped you off of him, turning around to stare at you. His usually beautiful blue eyes were filled with.. hate? He gave you death glances, muttering something under his breath. You stared up at him in suprise. This wasn't the Jack from before.
"Jack-" you began. Jack turned around, but cut you off.
"Don't talk to me." he answered. You stepped back, hurt by his words. Why was he being so mean?
"Jack I dont understand." you replied. You tried to put your hand on his arm, but he jerked back.
"You really dont understand, that's the truth. How about you do me a favor, and never talk or even think of me again. Ok?" he said coldly. He began walking away from you. Tears rolled down your face, your heart felt like it was stepped on. You watched him walk away, your legs collapsing beneath you. Hands covering your face, your body shaked with saddness.
You jolted up, sweat dripping from your face. You pick up the blankets and sit yourself up properly. You couldn't remember going to bed. Your eyes widened when the memories flooded back. A horse, going through the forest, the man... You pick yourself up quickly and rushed to find a way out. The room was quite dark except the small light on the desk and underneath the door. In the room was the small bed you were once laying on. It had black sheets that had small gray swirls on them. There was a small nightstand next to it, with an unused lamp sitting next to it. Facing the bed was a wooden desk with a mess of papers all over it. You went over cautionously, grazing over the papers. They were all a bunch of drawings from what looks like a seven year old. A smile creeped on your face, it kinda reminded you of Sophie. That snapped you back into reality. You were trying to leave! Not to look over pictures!
Grabbing onto the door knob, you turn it carefully. With just a couple of small squeaks, you make it out. You turn to look at the rest of the house, and your mouth lays half open. The 'house' is constructed of numerous steps. Stairs upon stairs laid in front of you. A giant globe stood in the middle of the room. Small yellow dots circled around the globe. Most of the light seems to come from there. You walk over towards the globe, hopping to get a better look at the thing. Then, that cackle comes again.
"H-hello?" you call out. The laugh comes from all over the room, mocking you. Something swells up in your stomach.
"HELLO?" You say with more fire. The laughing does not comes. Suddenly, thise nightmares come back. They gallop around you, a few pinching you with their teeth. You try to push them away, but there are too many. But something else does. A long black figures moves them back into the shadows. You closed your eyes, sitting on the floor. So many things ran through your mind. And through all of this where was Jack?
The laugh came once more, but much closer. You brough your knees up to your face, embracing them.
"Aw, is someone scared of the boogeyman?" the voice swoons. You tried to fight the urge, but lost, you openned your eyes to be staring at the man from before. Pushing yourself back, you try to get back up. Your legs scream in protest, once again, you cannot move.
"The b-b-boogeyman?" you ask gently. Your voice quivers as fear builds steadily inside you. A loud horse sound comes from the shadow.
"I prefer Pitch. Pitch Black. And,you shouldn't be so scared. It riles them up you know." the boogeyman replied. He smiles down at you, a sinster twist to his look. He outstretches his hand toward you. His finger moves left and right of your jaw. Your body shook in complete terror.
"Were going to have so much fun." he snarled. He picked you up by your neck, choking you. You try to tear his hands away, but fail. As your vision begins to go blurry, you feel a rush of air across your face.
Pitchs hand finally slips from your throat. Your dropped to the floor, gagging and coughing. More and more cold air rushs into the air. You look up, trying to clear your vision in the process. There, emitting the room with a blue light, is your savior.
Jack Frost.
Literature
Jack Frost x Reader - Memory of Spring [Ch2]
Darkness. You can’t see anything. You try to look around to find any signs of life but you can’t see anything.
‘Where am I?’ you think to yourself. You suddenly squint in confusion; forcing your eyes to open. You grasp you head as you had one of the worst migraines ever. “Ugh…” You look around the room to see if there were any forms of life around; only to see a sleep deprived bunny staring at you and a worried looking fairy.
“[Name]!!” Tooth hugged you and started to tear up, “You’re alive!”
“W-what?”
“You passed in the snow, mate.” Bunnymund r
Literature
Jack Frost x Reader - Memories
"Hey Jack."
The spirit smiled as he sat on his love's porch. It was midnight, and [Name] was watching the snow fall. Jack's smile widened a little at the memories of the two of them dancing in the snow like idiots, having snowball fights, making snow angels and when he had taught the female to ice skate. So many happy memories.
"Hey. . . Do you remember when I gave you that snowflake necklace a while ago?" Jack asked, eyes going to the small necklace around the girl's neck.
"Of course! It's my favourite gift!" [Name] replied, smiling softly. She closed her eyes, placing a hand on the necklace. "Also the day you told me you loved me. . ."
Literature
Meting Memories (Jack Frost X Reader) ~Chapter 4~
Meting Memories (Jack Frost X Reader) ~Chapter 4~
Before - Ever After
A little ray of sunshine that was coming from the not completely closed curtains on Jamie’s room hit your face, waking you up. Every time you would come to stay with Jamie he would leave them a little open so the light would do exactly what it did today. You had come many times in the last two years to stay with them; it could be because of Sophie’s birthday, Christmas, summer among others. But this time was special. It was Jamie’s birthday, and you got to spend the morning with your favourite cousin and the Guardian of Fun; you've got to admit, it was
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PLEASE DONT READ THIS PEOPLE ITS JUST A SEND OR DIE THING AND I REALLY DONT WANT TO DO THIS BUT I HAVE TOO IM SORRY
this
is
not
a
joke!
carry
on
reading!
or
you
will
die,
even
if
you
only
looked
at
the
word
warning!
ONCE
THERE
WAS
A
LITTLE
GIRL
CALLED
CLARISSA,
SHE
WAS
10
YEARS
OLD
AND
SHE
LIVED
IN
A
MENTAL
HOSPITAL,
BEACUSE
SHE
KILLED
HER
MUM
AND
DAD.
SHE
GOT
SO
BAD
SHE
STARTED
TO
KILL
ALL
THE
STAFF
IN
THE
HOSPITAL
SO
THE
GOVERMENT
DECIDED
THAT
THE
BEST
IDEA
WAS
TO
GET
RID
OF
HER
SO
THEY
SET
UP
A
SPECIAL
ROOM
TO
KILL
HER,
AS
HUMANE
AS
POSSIBLE
BUT
IT
WENT
RONG
THE
MACHINE
THEY
WERE
USEING
WENT
WRONG.
AND
SHE
WAS
SAT
THERE
IN
AGONY
FOR
HOURS
UNTILL
SHE
FINALLY
DIED.
NOW
EVERY
WEEK
ON
THE
DAY
OF
HER
DEATH
SHE
RETURNS
TO THE
PERSON
THAT
READS
THIS
LETTER,
ON
A
MONDAY
NIGHT
AT
12:00
SHE
KREEPS
INTO
YOUR
ROOM
AND
KILLS
YOU,
BUT
SLOWLY
AND
PAINFULLY
SLOWLY
CUTTING
DIFFRENT
PARTS
OF
UR
BODY
THEN
WATCHES
YOU
BLEED
TO
DEATH
IF
YOU
DONT
SEND
THIS
TO
20
PEOPLE
BY
MIDNIGHT
SHELL
BE
COMEING
TO KILL
YOU!
SEND
IT
SO
SHE
HAS
ANOTHER
LOAD
OF
PEOPLE
TO
GET
AND
FORGETS
ABOUT
YOU
DONT
BELVE ME
HEY?
EXAMPLE
1:
JENNY
DIDNT BELIVE THIS AND DELETED IT WITHOUT EVEN READING THE WHOLE THING! A FEW DAYS LATER ON THE MONDAY NIGHT SHE WAS WOKEN UP BYE LOUDE FOOTSTEPS AND HEAVY BREETHING THERE WAS CLARISSA STANDING THERE WITH A HUGE KNIFE AND WELL JENNY IS HISTORY NOW
is
not
a
joke!
carry
on
reading!
or
you
will
die,
even
if
you
only
looked
at
the
word
warning!
ONCE
THERE
WAS
A
LITTLE
GIRL
CALLED
CLARISSA,
SHE
WAS
10
YEARS
OLD
AND
SHE
LIVED
IN
A
MENTAL
HOSPITAL,
BEACUSE
SHE
KILLED
HER
MUM
AND
DAD.
SHE
GOT
SO
BAD
SHE
STARTED
TO
KILL
ALL
THE
STAFF
IN
THE
HOSPITAL
SO
THE
GOVERMENT
DECIDED
THAT
THE
BEST
IDEA
WAS
TO
GET
RID
OF
HER
SO
THEY
SET
UP
A
SPECIAL
ROOM
TO
KILL
HER,
AS
HUMANE
AS
POSSIBLE
BUT
IT
WENT
RONG
THE
MACHINE
THEY
WERE
USEING
WENT
WRONG.
AND
SHE
WAS
SAT
THERE
IN
AGONY
FOR
HOURS
UNTILL
SHE
FINALLY
DIED.
NOW
EVERY
WEEK
ON
THE
DAY
OF
HER
DEATH
SHE
RETURNS
TO THE
PERSON
THAT
READS
THIS
LETTER,
ON
A
MONDAY
NIGHT
AT
12:00
SHE
KREEPS
INTO
YOUR
ROOM
AND
KILLS
YOU,
BUT
SLOWLY
AND
PAINFULLY
SLOWLY
CUTTING
DIFFRENT
PARTS
OF
UR
BODY
THEN
WATCHES
YOU
BLEED
TO
DEATH
IF
YOU
DONT
SEND
THIS
TO
20
PEOPLE
BY
MIDNIGHT
SHELL
BE
COMEING
TO KILL
YOU!
SEND
IT
SO
SHE
HAS
ANOTHER
LOAD
OF
PEOPLE
TO
GET
AND
FORGETS
ABOUT
YOU
DONT
BELVE ME
HEY?
EXAMPLE
1:
JENNY
DIDNT BELIVE THIS AND DELETED IT WITHOUT EVEN READING THE WHOLE THING! A FEW DAYS LATER ON THE MONDAY NIGHT SHE WAS WOKEN UP BYE LOUDE FOOTSTEPS AND HEAVY BREETHING THERE WAS CLARISSA STANDING THERE WITH A HUGE KNIFE AND WELL JENNY IS HISTORY NOW