A/N I think I might continue this into a full fan-fic, it would help if you left your thoughts on continuing this in your comments. I'd really love to hear y'all thoughts.
Time stood still as the frozen tendrils of artic frost nipped at Jack’s nose. Confused eyes stared up at the glistening moon searching for answers that would never come.
“Why do you do this? Why can you tell me who I was? Why you chose me?” he demanded, his voice escalating as anger took course through his veins. His ears listened once again with silence; the man in the moon has abandon him once again.
“You know, you and I, we are the same.” A voice echoed behind him.
Like the north wind he spun around glaring at the disembodied voice, relaxing a bit when he saw Pitch. He was supposed to be the enemy, someone you despise before ever meeting.
“How are we? You’re the monster! You caused everything!” he seethed, remembering the look on sandman’s face before he died. He’s the enemy. He’s nothing else.
Pitch smirked, his fangs barely visible, his long cloak floating effortlessly above the frozen ground soft footsteps coming closer and closer.
“No, you only know of what the guardians told you. I know what you feel, about wanting to be believed in; about wishing for hundreds of years for someone to see you.” He stated gently.
“I also know that I have never lied to you Jack, the guardians yes but I have always told you the truth no matter how bad.”
Jack glared all his pent up anger exploding into shards of ice assaulting Pitch mercilessly. The dance began between the two darkness and cold colliding with one another in flurries of elegant moves. Ragged breaths escaped Jack as the anger left like the winter frost, slowly at first then all at once.
Pitch breathed catch as he looked at what they created together.The beauty surpassed all the roses and crystal ice on the entire world, he saw together they were whole.
A tender hand touched Jack’s shoulder, such as a long lost friend. Jack moved looking to Pitch, his staff held deflecting.
“ We are the same,” he said simply, moving to grab Jack’s staff pulling out, the black sand that manifest his nightmares, pure darkness rose and fell before crackling into its long forgotten form of an aged staff.
Jack looked to him in wonder, confused. Maybe all he knew from the guardians were wrong. They only told him Pitch was fear, but what’s the cold and the chill without the darkness to follow the light. Then it happened, the warm comfort as Pitch’s arm wrapped around him looking down his signature smirk took a warmer edge than before.
“Believe in me, like I believe in you Jack.” He said; his voice when once filled with sharpened anger now only held the melting charm of the snow.
Jack looked seeing this side of Pitch he knew he was wrong, all he knew about this mysterious figure could be wrong. Suddenly, his voice echoed through the silent artic.
“I believe in you”