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No One Loves You When You're Evil- Pt. 16B
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PitchxReader Fanfiction- Don't help Pitch
Key: Y/n= your name
You look Pitch Black directly in the eye and muster up all your courage into your voice for your next words. "No, Pitch, I won't help you," you say firmly. You're kept waiting for his reaction second after second. Finally, an irritated half-smile plays across The Boogeyman's lips.
"Very well then," Pitch says with a solemn sigh. "If you won't help me then you'll just get in my way." He advances towards you and grabs the collar of your shirt, hoisting you up into the air with inhuman strength. A single, frightful squeak escapes your mouth then you immediately bottle up the rest of your fear. You weren't going to be a coward in the face of the man you love, no... once loved. How can I love a man who's trying to hurt me right now? Thoughts like this race through your adrenaline-filling mind as Pitch grips your shirt tighter in his gray fist.
"And here I thought we shared something special, Y/n," Pitch says sadly with disappointment edging his tone. "We could have ruled the world together in fear and darkness, but no," he mocks. "You had to make the right choice, the heroic choice, the choice a bloody Guardian would make."
You glare downwards at him as best as you can with him staring spitefully back into your eyes. Just then, it looks like something clicked in the Nightmare King's dark mind, like a realization struck him. He starts chuckling lowly in a dark tone.
"That's it, that must be it!" he crows.
"What?" you ask as loud as you dare speak, struggling to keep your voice even.
"The reason you'll be the one giving birth to the next Guardian is because of this defiant-to-the-end courage you have within you," Pitch declares. A tiny smile appears on your face at hearing his realization. But, he instantly dashes your smile with an evil stare. "The only way to break someone's courage is to fight it with soul-crushing fear."
You swallow a nervous lump that had been building in your throat. A feeling of dread slowly adds more and more weight inside your chest where your heart rate is rapidly rising.
"The next Guardian shall never be born if your fighting spirit is broken."
Key: Y/n= your name
You look Pitch Black directly in the eye and muster up all your courage into your voice for your next words. "No, Pitch, I won't help you," you say firmly. You're kept waiting for his reaction second after second. Finally, an irritated half-smile plays across The Boogeyman's lips.
"Very well then," Pitch says with a solemn sigh. "If you won't help me then you'll just get in my way." He advances towards you and grabs the collar of your shirt, hoisting you up into the air with inhuman strength. A single, frightful squeak escapes your mouth then you immediately bottle up the rest of your fear. You weren't going to be a coward in the face of the man you love, no... once loved. How can I love a man who's trying to hurt me right now? Thoughts like this race through your adrenaline-filling mind as Pitch grips your shirt tighter in his gray fist.
"And here I thought we shared something special, Y/n," Pitch says sadly with disappointment edging his tone. "We could have ruled the world together in fear and darkness, but no," he mocks. "You had to make the right choice, the heroic choice, the choice a bloody Guardian would make."
You glare downwards at him as best as you can with him staring spitefully back into your eyes. Just then, it looks like something clicked in the Nightmare King's dark mind, like a realization struck him. He starts chuckling lowly in a dark tone.
"That's it, that must be it!" he crows.
"What?" you ask as loud as you dare speak, struggling to keep your voice even.
"The reason you'll be the one giving birth to the next Guardian is because of this defiant-to-the-end courage you have within you," Pitch declares. A tiny smile appears on your face at hearing his realization. But, he instantly dashes your smile with an evil stare. "The only way to break someone's courage is to fight it with soul-crushing fear."
You swallow a nervous lump that had been building in your throat. A feeling of dread slowly adds more and more weight inside your chest where your heart rate is rapidly rising.
"The next Guardian shall never be born if your fighting spirit is broken."
Comments12
So, know I am reading the story line I didn't choose. Damn you Pitch, plese think. Maybe I made this choice because I am pregnant? It could be, so can we talk, please?
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