The Nightmare King arose from his long slumber, stretching and extending his limbs. This was his night and he wasn't going to waste a second of it. Since the opening to his lair had been unceremoniously closed he had to find an alternate route of exit. His newest opening into the mortal realm was in the guise of a deep cave in the side of a large mountain where no sunlight ever entered. The cave opened up onto a large worn down cemetery, the perfect spot for his merrymaking. Standing in the center of the graveyard he drank in the fear from the children of the world. Walpurgis Night had always been one of his favorite days of the year, second only to All Hallows' Eve. A night where he was free to do as he wished and spread his NightMares without having to worry about the Guardians stopping him. A wicked grin crossed his face as he thought of how much it must eat away at them to not be allowed to stop him. With his grin still in place the Boogeyman raised his arms and called forth a band of shadow creatures. They were of all shapes and sizes as they took on the forms of frightened children's dreams. Skeletons, ghosts, ghouls, monsters, witches, demons, and a wide array of other creatures that only the mind of a child could conceive. With another flick of the wrist Pitch Black summoned a large throne of sand behind himself and took a seat for the show.
The skeletons clacked and clinked as if made from real bones instead of merely tainted sand. A lumbering beast stalked up behind them and with a mighty roar they were sent running in every direction. The ghosts and ghouls flew through grave after grave passing eachother from time to time as if enacting a strange dance. One of the startled skeletons ran into a tombstone and instantly exploded into a million tiny little grains on impact. The demons chortled and hopped around in delight at the chaos. A witch flew by casting a spell that was merely a blast of concentrated sand that rebounded of a grave and came back to shatter its caster. All the while Pitch looked on the strange scene with great amusement. He grew tired of the skeletons however and with a snap they had vanished, the sand they'd consisted of swirling into his palm. For a moment he twisted the grains idly between his fingers before forming a small figure. A tiny imitation of Toothiana that floated off his palm and walked across the back of his hand. It smiled up at its creator before another figure joined it. This one was of Jack and it took the tiny fae into its arms greedily and kissed it. Tooth clapped tiny black hands together in joy before she and Jack were crushed between the Nightmare King's hands. His face contorted in a grimace of disgust and perhaps something else.
Standing from his throne which dissipated as soon as he was erect the nightmares circled around him in a dance. As he looked upon each one they transformed into an imitation of Jack in turn. With twisted delight he placed his palm flat against what would be their mouths and watched as black stitched of sand sewed them together. When that was finish he removed himself from the center of the circle, filling his place with a large cage that held a mirror image of the Tooth Fairy. With a wild fervor the Jacks began to fight one another over who would be the one to rescue her, each developing a new mode to dispatch of his competition until only one remained. The victor opened the cage to claim his prize but with his mouth stitched tight there were no victory kisses to be had. Toothiana's sand double pulled and pulled at the wiring that clamped Jack's mouth shut but nothing came of it except the teen growing more and more impatient. With each second the fairy tugged harder and with each tug the frost boy's double grew ever irritated. Finally by Pitch's bidding the binds became loose and Jack could open his mouth. The fae leaned in for a kiss, but instead received a stab of concentrated sand in the form of an icicle to the chest and promptly burst. Twisted by an already murderous intent, want and the added evil nature of the sand quickly corrupted the clone and it turned to its creator with a crooked smile. Pitch smiled fondly back before dismissing the sand only to reform his original creatures. They had barely begun to dance around before a ray of sun poked over the hills. The Boogeyman was stronger on these days, but the Sun still had the power to eliminate his creations. With a hiss he gathered every last grain of blackened sand to himself and raced back to his lair before the Sun had fully cleared the hills. He would return to continue his games another night, but for now he would rest. Rest and plan for his next meeting with the Guardians.