Summary: It all started with her fear of the dark. Eventual Adult!SophiexPitch with hints of BunnyxSophie
Yup, I'm doing this. I personally like the idea of PitchxSophie and PitchxTooth (however unlikely the pairings are considering what very little I know of the books) but still. I dunnoh I just have a thing for messed up parings. *Shrugs* Feel free to drop me a PM/Review for any suggestions for this story. If you do give me some feedback I'd appreciate laying off any non-constructive criticism because it depresses me (for a few minutes at least). I'm a happy person, what can I say ;) Anywho I'm thinking I'll start with young Sophie and gradually build their relationship until she's a young adult. At the moment I'm thinking it'll be a sort of dark fic but seeing as I'm me I'll probally shift the mood to something lighter further on.
Reader take head . . . kinda- I'm not a strong fan of redemption fics so I'll be keeping Pitch his Pitchy self throughout the story (though it may get OOC at times but really if this is going to work he has to). By that vague statement I mean he won't suddenly go 'Hallelujah, I'm a born again Christian! I have seen the light and will gladly become a Guardian' because to me that's just lame. I like my villains villainous and my heroes hero-y.
On a side note this is probably the first PitchxSophie story huh? Narley. I feel accomplished right now :P
What Lies Within
Date: May 5, 2012 - Age: 2
Two year old Sophie Bennett clutched her stuffed bunny tightly in her tiny hands as she padded up the stairs like the energetic ankle-biter that she was. Tresses of golden hair obstructed her emerald eyes and, as she commonly does, she tripped. Her father – who was hot on her heals- wasted no time picking her up and cooing soothing things to her. Despite his reaction Sophie was neither bawling nor upset, in fact she was as happy as ever (after all she was used to falling over). Giggling into her hand Sophie shoved her stuffed bunny (who looked suspiciously like Bunnymund) into her father's face, silencing him mid-sentence.
The corner of his lips quirked up at the adorable gesture and he couldn't refrain himself from smoothing the hair out of her eyes, only to have it fall right back in place. Hefting her onto his right hip he carefully carried his little girl up the rest of the stairs. "You're just a little trooper aren't you Soph?", he inquired, his brown eyes meeting her own.
Sophie smiled showing off her baby teeth in all their glory. "Uh huh", she chirped not able to make a more intelligent response considering her limited vocabulary.
Mr. Bennett grinned fondly at his daughter as he opened the door that had her name painted on it in her favorite colors: sky blue, grass green, sunshine yellow, and pale pink.
The room itself was a modest size decorated with the things you would expect to find around a toddler such as masses of stuffed animals, different dolls, and children's books. The walls themselves were a light pink while the ceiling was a pure white. Lately whenever Sophie looked up she was distantly reminded of her new friend, Jack Frost, and the rest of the Guardians she'd come to know and love in the six months since Pitch's defeat.
Professionally maneuvering around the many things littering the floor Mr. Bennett made his way to the tiny four foot bed that was adorned with a light blue comforter and pink pillows. Pulling back the covers he carefully transferred the child from his hip onto the bed.
Sophie looked up at her father then, the childish happiness that came from being tucked in by ones parents shining brightly in her emerald eyes. Bending over the bed Mr. Bennett tucked his little girl in snuggly and kissed her forehead, once again moving the hair from of her face. "Night sweetie", he whispered sweetly.
Eyes already drooping Sophie turned onto her stomach and pulled the covers over her shoulders. Hugging her bunny tightly to her chest she mumbled, "G'nigh daddy".
Stuffing his hands into his pockets with a content sigh Mr. Bennett plugged her ice cream nightlight on at the foot of her bed and slowly closed the door.
Snuggling deeper into her covers Sophie wiggled around until she found a comfortable position to fall asleep in.
Slowly but surely her mind began to shut off until sleep was but a breath away. Right on cue Sandy's dreamsand came flittering through her cracked window with the promise of the sweetest of dreams crafted personally by the mute Guardian himself.
Before the sand could reach her however Sophie's bright eyes opened groggily. Turning over onto her back she rubbed her eyes tiredly and distantly looked around her room for any signs of life. For some strange reason she felt as though she wasn't alone anymore. Had her father come back to check on her perhaps? "Daddy?" , she inquired, her eyes looking from side to side in a vain attempt at finding whatever it was she was looking for.
In the next second Sophie's blood ran cold for in response to her call she received a dark chuckle. Emerald eyes as wide as saucers stared back into the dark corners of her room. Sophie's once slumped back was now erect, her blue comforter pulled up just past her chin, hiding her mouth and nose from sight. Despite her best efforts Sophie found herself wishing her nightlight was brighter.
Seeing as she was two and unable to say what was on her mind the only way she could convey her fear was in a pitiful whimpering noise.
The shadows stirred at the sound and with it a dark figure began to form. Sophie suddenly found herself staring into glowing yellow eyes and in a desperate attempt to escape their penetrating gaze she tugged the covers over her head shivering to herself.
From his place in the corner Pitch smiled revealing a pair of pointed white teeth. "Despite what most may think", he started slowly emerging from the shadows, "hiding under the covers is quite ineffective". Upon the last word Pitch tore the covers from the girls huddled figure leaving her lying helplessly in her pajamas before him.
Sophie gasped, looking up at him through her hair while clutching her stuffed rabbit closer for protection.
Pitch tilted his head to the side curiously as his yellow eyes swept over her prone figure before he seemed to come to a realization. Tilting his head to the side and coming ever closer to the bed he smiled darkly. "Little Sophie Bennett . . .". He paused to lean down mere inches from her face and plastered a sickly sweet expression on his face. "The sister of the one who ruined my plans and friend to the Guardians- you can see me can you not"? The question itself was pointless for it was quite obvious that she did in fact see him by the way she quaked in fear but Pitch wanted to hear it from her. Somehow having it confirmed out loud gave him a sense of devious satisfaction.
Too frightened to do much else Sophie slowly nodded her head. Sated with her form of confirmation the Boogeyman leaned back and clasped his hands behind his back. Laughing humorlessly he said, "How ironic it is, that you would be the first one to see me after my . . . set back".
The shadows suddenly sprung to life forming frightening creatures all with the same translucent yellow eyes. From the corner of her eyes Sophie could see her nightlight flicker and her heart skipped a beat.
Whimpering once more Sophie scooted herself backwards until she was pressed flush against her headboard, knees drawn protectively in front of her chest. Her thick, choppy hair fell in ringlets around her face so only her left eye was showing. That combined with the stuffed rabbit clutched tightly in her tiny hands gave her a semblance of security in an otherwise overpoweringly frightening situation.
Upon seeing her scurry away from him and his Night Mares Pitch tilted his head to the side mockingly. "What's wrong? Are we afraid of the dark"?
Sophie squeezed her eyes shut in response refusing to say a word to this terrifying man. Unsatisfied with her lack of response Pitch held out his hand and the flickering light promptly faded to black. Noticing the loss of light from behind closed lids Sophie opened her mouth to let out a scream only to be silenced by a cold grey hand held firmly over her mouth. Emerald met yellow and for a moment the only noise was the whinny of the Night Mares and her labored breathing. "None of that now- we can't have big brother spoiling our fun now can we"?
With that said the Night Mares reared and the room became a void of pitch black (pun intended) with nothing but the bed, the Boogeyman, and the Night Mares discernible in its lack of light. Feeding off her fear the Mares began to run in a circle around the two slowly but surely accelerating until they were nothing more than a blur of raven figures moving in the background. Over the noise of the horses galloping Sophie faintly heard Pitch mutter something before the now tainted dreamsand fell upon her and she fell into a deep, fitful sleep.
Well there you have it. Any suggestions for where you want to see this story go? Perhaps some minor pairings such as Frostbite (JackxTooth) or something of the sort? If so feel free to suggest away.