No One Loves You When You're Evil- Pt. 5

PitchxReader Fanfiction


  "Not who?" you ask Pitch, becoming worried. "What is that stuff?" you point to the fantastic sand stream in the sky.

  "The Sandman," Pitch replies through gritted teeth. "He's using his dreamsand to drive me away from you." Pitch looks at you with an angered and anxious expression on his face.

  "I don't want you to leave," you say sadly and turn around, facing Pitch and hugging him tightly. "I'm not afraid anymore. Why is he here?"

  "He's a Guardian. It's his duty to protect those, those who believe, from me," Pitch explains, trying to hide his anger.

  "But I haven't believed in him for a long time," you say, trying to figure out the Sandman's sudden appearance.

  "If you believe in me, then you must believe in the Guardians a little bit." You look to the sky and see the golden sand snaking towards you. "It's time for me to go," Pitch speaks. "I'm not ready to face him again," you barely hear him mumble. He presses you into his body for one last embrace. You hold him close, breathing in his chilling scent. "I'll come back soon," he whispers before fading into smoke in your arms.

  You stare at your hands with a pained expression. He left. . . just like that? The golden sand reaches you, twirling and spiraling all around you. Your beautiful dress and black flats fade into jeans, your favorite top, and a pair of sneakers. Your hair resumes its normal look and the make-up leaves your face. You reach for your ear lobes, curious to see if the earrings left too. They are still there.

  "What do you want?" you shout at the swirling sand-filled air. Out of nowhere, a short, pudgy man appears to your right. You jump back, surprised. The man beams a glowing smile at you and waves a tiny hand. He's the color of the floating sand, all except for his skin which is a creamy, peach color. His hair stands up like rays of the sun. "Are you the Sandman?"

  The golden man nods and makes a little hat out of sand, tipping it to you.

  "Why are you here?" you ask him.

  The Sandman creates a sandy image of Pitch above his head. Then, he makes one of a crescent moon, followed by a large, castle-like building.

  You tilt your head in confusion. Sandman rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers.


 

  You wake up back in your bed and you sit up quickly. Sandman is hovering on some dreamsand in your room, motioning for you to follow him to the window. You stand up, still fully clothed from earlier in the night. You join Sandman at the window's ledge.

  Sandman flies out the window and starts spinning the golden sand. An airplane, working propeller and all, is created right before your eyes. Sandman holds out a hand for you to take. You look behind yourself into your room, feeling unsure. But, excitement overwhelms you and you grab Sandman's tiny hand. With the help of his sand, you are lifted into the second seat of the plane. Sandman floats into the pilot's seat, makes two pairs of sandy goggles, hands you one and wears one himself, and starts the plane.

  The airplane hums quietly as it speeds off through the night air. You peer over the lip of your seat, through the yellow filter of the goggles, and watch your hometown flash by. Sandman looks over his shoulder and gives you a warm smile. You smile back, giggling a bit in enjoyment.