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I Promise To Love You Jack FrostxReader 2

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  "Dad?" You repeat the word, it sounded so foreign in your mouth. You had never called someone that. Yes, North was like a father, but father figure. You never felt that connection of father and daughter relationship. Pitch laughed softly. "Yes my dear. Father. And your my daughter." He replied, passing it off nonchalantly. Your brain repeats the word over and over again. Father, father...

  "Lie! Your lying!" You scream. You shake your head vigorously, your mind swarming with ideas and objections. Putting your hands to your head, you try to sooth the coming headache.

  "Lying?! Why in this world would I lie about something like that? Do you honestly think the boogeyman goes around telling people that he's their parent?" The man told you angrily. You could tell his temper was rising. It seemed like it was so hard to try to cool himself.

  Pitch calmed himself once again. He outstretched his hand towards you. He gave a fake smile and focused on you.
"Please let me explain. Just come with me." Pitch begged. You would of usually ran by now, but something stopped you. Something pulled you towards him, you had a weird feeling of deja vu. A thought began to sprout and grow in your head. You were starting to remember this man, somewhere in the depth of your memory. You take his hand in yours. He smiles, he walks into the shadows, bringing you with him. He goes through the darkness, stepping out into a clearing.

You were definitely not in the North Pole anymore. The woods of the North Pole had been throughly searched by you. This clearing was a small one. It sat next to a medium sized pond. The forest was covered on a soft blanket of snow. It seemed to glisten in the moon light. There was also something.. Odd im the small patch of land. There, sat a bedframe that was broken.

  Pitch led you over to the broken furniture. Looking down, you noticed a everlasting dark hole. He pointed his finger to the hole. You looked down at the hole then back at him. Pitch nodded his head, giving you the ok. You take a long breath and jump down the hole.

  A scream erupts from you. Your sure he had led you to your death, but something made you trust him. You hold your self close and go down the hole. You stumble out and on to a platform. Not just a platform, but a huge lair! You dust yourself off and stand up. The lair is quite cold with a draft coming in from somewhere. Rickety looking cages hang from the ceiling. A rather large globe sits in the middle of the room, golden dots cover it. The room is filled with shadows in every corner. It definitely fit Pitchs style.

  Soon after you Pitch came into the room. He strolled towards you, watching your face as you examined the room. He tapped you on the shoulder, making a hand motion to follow him. You follow him down a dark corridor. You almost loose him a couple a times, but his golden eyes turning towards you makes it easy to find him. He finally stops in front of a huge door. He opens it, a gust of wind blows over you two.

  Pitch turns on the lights and allows you to enter. The room was a huge childs room. It had a small twin sized bed with purple satin sheets on top. Purple and black pillows covered at the top, accompanied by many stuff animals. There was a huge carpet with a design of clouds on it. A couple of toys were spread over the carpet. The rest of the toys stayed at rest in the giant toy box of to the right. A bookcase covered most of the wall you were facing. They all were about magic or strange things. There was a section of child books as well.

  The room felt very familiar to you. Walking around, you looked everything over. You picked up a small wooden soldier off the floor. It almost looked like Pitch. He noticed your interest in the toy.

  "Ah, yes, the wooden soldier. It was always your favorite." He told you. Your eyebrows knotted into a confused look.
"What do you mean MY favorite?" You ask. He chuckles a bit and looks down at the toy.

 "This was your room dear (name)." He told you. You whip your head around, taking yet another glance at the room, you remembered! The memories of being here seem to flood back to you.

 Suddenly a deafening boom was heard from the main room.

  "Pitch! I know you have (name). Give her back immediately or face death!" North shouted in anger. So Pitch went to the main room, facing the five guardians.
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