#rp;; plotless

YOUNG MINDS were always such a waste when it came to learning things that matter not. It was more so in mortals than it was for the wizards and witches, but not much different. A broken heart at the lies and manipulation they found themselves in.

SO CLOSE, being able to go beyond; how almost nothing was at their limit. Their ability to change and create that the mortals couldn’t was fascinating. They deformed their reality to suit them best, and that was something it mainly took interest to.

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, one of these young minds had the ability to use their gifts to open up the real world. As it knew, there was only one main way, but with one of these students, there may be two ways.

“ If they catch you up at this   time you will be in trouble. ”

THE VOICE of both reason and insanity spoke to the young girl; un-seeable as the shadows were faint as the blur of vision, mistaking the low quality sight as tiredness for those who cannot comprehend its own abilities. It stalked the girl as nothing but the wind, whispering into the ear and letting it shiver through the body.

WATCHING CHILDREN was a habit, taking the toll from the past so heavily on its mentality. While once different, much more charming and insidious in the same creature. It stalked out of search and out of curiosity. The rationality the young minds had when making a decision on anything. Though it did apply to that of the adults.

Manny's mouth felt like cotton as he slowly woke up. It was hot-- and dark where ever he was. He struggled against the chains that bound him, glancing over his shoulder and his brows arched when he saw Pitch bound behind him. The two men were back to back, the chains that were wrapped around them were made of comet dust. Strongest metal in the Cosmos. The two were trapped together in this unknown place. "Bugger. . ." He rasped, licking his dry lips. "---Pitch?"

A SPIRIT OF BAD dreams could never fall asleep, nor could they dream; however, came to the conclusion that he indeed was following all the characteristics of having one at this very moment. The sensation was that of death. wanting to close one’s eyes and never re-open them.

THE INABILITY TO fade away was stripped from him by  the mere shackles on his wrists, and with no recollection of what had happened felt borderline humiliation. The flickering of his eyes, and focus on both his vision and hearing before realizing that he was not alone; the literal sense anyway.

WHO COULD HAVE done it? Who knows, as the Boogeyman was not on friendly terms, job-wise, with... every living species. It might also be enemies from a prior life, even though he had little awareness of even knowing that he had a prior life.

“ Man in Moon?..... I don’t suppose this is some    kind of trick played by you and the Guardians, no? ”

“Ah, it’s you. Well, at least it wasn’t a guardian or that Winter Brat. Your presence is a welcome.”

“Relax, I am not going to bite you or anything.  To be honest, I am surprise you can see me, but  I must warn you that these woods are dangerous.”

“You should know that it’s late for children.  Shouldn’t you be in bed right about now?”

THE STRANGER SPOKE, yet would be be too surprised if the boy were to not notice. After all, the boogeyman was not so easily seen. Only those who believe even just a bit could have the eyes to notice beyond what was normally in front of them.

STILL, EVEN IF he did believe would not notice anything strange; smooth colored skin, dark tailored suit, with only the golden eyes to distinguish him as abnormal. It could be contacts though, yet not. 

ALL HE DID WAS read the newspaper on the bench as if the dark didn’t bother him, that the dim light from the post was bright enough for his vision to see the words. When he did speak to the boy, he politely adverted his gaze from his reading to converse temporarily with the child about the time.