Pitch and Jack landed on a rooftop in a city in California. As soon as they touched ground the boy jumped off and stepped away from the nightmare. "I hate riding those things!"
Pitch dismounted and the nightmare disappeared. "I can tell. Your fear was making her very hard to control."
"I wasn't afra-"
"Yes you were." The Nightmare King laughed.
Jack stuck out his tongue before turning away from Pitch. "Maybe I should go hang out with someone else instead."
Thinking quick, Pitch grabbed Jack's staff. "Not without your staff."
"HEY! Give it back!" The guardian jumped to try and grab it back, but Pitch held it above his head, laughing all the while. "Pitch gimme it!" Jack hopped onto Pitch's back in hopes of reaching it, but the boogeyman held it out forward.
"If you can get it you can have it Jack!" Pitch managed to say through his constant laughter.
Jack climbed onto Pitch's shoulders and leaned over to reach his staff, but lost his balance and fell back onto the roof. Pitch laughed so hard he had to hold his sides. The frost elf stood up, frustrated that Pitch was laughing at him. "Fine. I'm just gonna walk out of here!"
Pitch stopped laughing and used his shadows to appear right in front of Jack, who ran into him with slight surprise. "Come now, there's no reason to be so upset, after all you pull pranks on people all the time. Are people not allowed to pull pranks on you?" The man handed Jack his staff.
"I just don't like it when people take my staff," the snow spirit pouted.
Pitch kissed Jack's pouting lips. "Now, do you want to celebrate or not?" Jack couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah!" The boy shouted. He dragged the Nightmare King down into the alleyway. "I want candy, how bout you?" Before Pitch could answer Jack flew to a house where a bowl with a sign read: Take one please!
Jack flew back and offered the boogeyman a piece of candy. "No thanks." Suddenly something behind Jack caught Pitch's eye. "Looks like someone isn't following the rules." The frost elf turned to see a boy dressed as a pirate dumping all the candy from the bowl Jack had just grabbed a few pieces from into his pillowcase.
"That's so messed up!"
Pitch leaned in close and said, "Shall we teach him a lesson?" The Nightmare King had a sinister smile on his face.
"Pitch no! He's a brat, but you can't scare him!"
The Boogeyman ruffled Jack's hair. "It's Halloween Frost, and I can do whatever I want." Pitch disappeared in the shadows.
"Shit!" Jack exclaimed as he peeked around the alleyway wall, and watched as shadows of Pitch formed along the wall next to the child. Pitch said something Jack couldn't hear and the kid screamed and ran away, leaving his large bag of candy behind.
"Now that was fun, Jack." Pitch said appearing behind the snow spirit.
"That was bad, Pitch! The Guardians can tell when children are scared! This was a horrib-" Jack was cut off when Pitch leaned in and kissed the guardian deeply.
"Relax Frost, everything shall be fine. The Guardians will think he just got spooked by someone in a costume. Now can you stop worrying?"
"Alright, I just don't want them to find out. I think Sandy would pound me into the ground."
"No he'd hit you into a building, then a car, and then into the ground. Trust me, I'm an expert on this." Jack giggled, and dragged Pitch around town, collecting more and more sweets, and waving to children that could see him.
"Look, it's Jack Frost!" One girl screamed. "Oh and who is that beside him? He looks familiar doesn't he?" The other children nodded, and waved to the two on the nearby roof. Jack waved, but Pitch sighed and walked away.
"Hey Pitch, where are you going?!"
"Jack, I'm bored. This isn't fun for me."
"How? Those kids saw you!" Pitch huffed. "Aw come on, have some candy!" Jack offered some to Pitch, who took it, and noticed Jack's hand shaking.
"Jack, how many pieces have you had?" Pitch asked.
"Only fifty-four." The Nightmare King then notice a large bulge in Jack's sweatshirt pocket. He grabbed the young guardian, and began tossing the candy away. "Hey what are you doing, that's mine!"
"You've had too much sugar Jack. If you eat anymore you'll become sick." Pitch had thrown out all the candy in Jack's pocket and was doing one last final search with his hand, when he bumped something cold and hard. He pulled out the object; it was the nesting doll North made Jack.
"Hey, be careful with that." Jack said, taking it back. "North handmade it for me." The boy stuffed the doll back in his pocket. "I wish you hadn't taken all my candy, you jerk!"
Pitch giggled. "That was for your own good, besides I don't need you throwing up on my watch." Pitch then noticed a small group of kids walking up to a house that had an open coffin on the lawn with a skeleton inside. "Oh, now that's just too easy a setup to resist."
"Wait, Pitch what're you going to do?" Jack asked slightly concerned, knowing that Sandy could detect nightmaresand.
"Why don't you watch and find out." Jack was about to protest when Pitch covered his mouth with his hand. "Just be quiet and watch Frost." Jack squirmed and tried to get away, but Pitch was a lot stronger. The Nightmare King infested the skeleton with nightmaresand, and as the kids approached he made the skeleton sit up and moan loudly. The children screamed and jumped back, but they soon found themselves laughing. "What?!" Annoyed at being silenced, Jack licked Pitch's hand. "EW! Jack that's disgusting!"
"Aw, I thought you liked my tongue." Jack giggled.
"In my mouth, not licking my hand." Pitch returned his glare to the children walking to the doorstep.
"Pitch, I don't know what Halloween was like in the Dark Ages, but now people enjoy getting scared. It's kinda apart of the Halloween spirit." Without warning Jack flew down the alleyway and out of sight.
"Jack? Jack?" There was no reply.
The snow spirit sneaked behind Pitch and shouted, "BOO!"
"Not even close, Jack."
"Dammit! Come on, weren't you even a teeny tiny itty bitty bit scared?"
Pitch shook his head. "Not even in the slightest."
Jack rested on Pitch's shoulders. "No fair! You're the Boogeyman, I have no chance of scaring you ever!"
"No, which makes it more fun for me when I scare you." Jack poked Pitch's nose, freezing it over slightly. "Stop, that's freezing!"
"Oh, can't handle a little cold huh Pitch?" Right after he finished his sentence, a large group of adults in costumes walked down the street. "Where do you think they're going? Let's follow 'em and find out!" Pitch rolled his eyes, but followed the young guardian.
They ended up following the group to a movie theater, where on the list of movies showing the word "Scream" was written in large red letters. "Scream?" Jack asked, not knowing what it meant.
"Seems they put it back in theaters for one night." Pitch had a devious smile on his face. "Let's go see it." Jack shrugged and they went inside; they stole a bag of popcorn and sat in the back row. Pitch smirked, knowing Jack had no idea what he was in for.
When the first person was killed, Jack jumped and moved into Pitch's seat, snuggling close to the man. "This was why you wanted to see this movie, isn't it?" Jack asked.
"Oh, of course not." Pitch said insincerely. The frost elf punched him in the arm. The movie ended a little after midnight, and by then Pitch had lost count of how many times Jack jumped or let out a small scream. As the credits rolled up, Jack found himself yawning. "Aw, is someone tired?" The Nightmare King teased.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jack lied. "I could go all night." Pitch picked the boy up and the two disappeared in a cloud of black sand. They appeared in front of Pitch's lair; the pumpkins were still lit. "See I told you they'd look great."
"I suppose they look pretty good," Pitch replied smirking. The pair headed inside, and laid down; pulling the satin black sheets up high.
"Admit it Pitch," Jack yawned, "you had so much fun."
"I won't admit anything to you," Pitch chuckled.
"I'll freeze your head," Jack warned.
"Okay, it might have been a little fun."
The snow spirit moved close to Pitch, satisfied he'd won the argument. "Happy Halloween, Pitch."
Pitch smiled down at the sleepy guardian in his arms. "Happy Halloween, Jack."