Day 3-Tuesday: Role-reversal or just dark!Jack.
When Jack found out the truth, it was agony…he died long ago and everyone he ever loved was dead as well.
This truth brought him no comfort, this truth festered. It found a small corner of his heart and made a home there.
The process was slow, frozen lakes suddenly cracked taking people under-never any survivors, a winter that lasted too long, too unforgiving, he was the Guardian of Fun and Mischief…but his games we always cruel.
Then a realization happened, Jack really didn’t need Belief, Fear actually worked out just fine, he didn’t want to remember who he once was, a sister, a family, a community, a culture…that warmth of love and trust; and so he became colder.
The other Guardians tried to reason with Jack and when that failed, they battled him…..one by one they fell. It was easy to conquer when the whole world was too cold for stories full of traditions and dreams.
But there were always Nightmares.
And he was the last one.
This one thrived on Fear much like Jack did…yet, this one fell too, no finishing blow or escape to fight another day.
There would be NO ‘another day’.
And so Jack kept this last one and made sure his suffering made art, that his pleas became symphonies..
They belonged together…because what goes better with Cold then Dark?
((I’m a very cruel person. Yes there is a comic page to this..not a full comic just a smutty page.))