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felinefablesFandom: Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood/Nightmare Dorks University
Rating: R for mentions of violence
Story Summary: As a child, Pitch Black was attacked by a vicious animal while at a summer camp. Ten years later, he returns to civilization.
Author's notes: I haven't updated this fic in a coon's age, but hope you guys enjoy anyway.
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CHAPTER 1
It had been a beautiful, starry night. The kind of night where you snuck out to go for a walk under the round, glowing coin of the moon, usually with a lover, and in this case a cousin who had ignored any of the rules set for him by the camp, and broke every single one each day and night. And somehow, that had been exactly what Proto had talked Piki into, and together they had managed to sneak out of their cabin, and head into the woods surrounding the summer camp and its small lake, that seemed to gleam like molten silver in the moonlight.
It had almost felt magical, Piki recalled, and the clearing they had found with golden lights of fireflies dancing seemed to emphasize this. Proto had made a comment about the lifecycle of fireflies, but Piki had ignored it in favor of watching the fireflies and the stars in quiet wonder.
A quiet that unfortunately was broken by Pitch, who had woken up alone and had guessed his twins whereabouts. So he too had sneaked out, and had after a desperate search finally found his brother and cousin.
“Why did you leave me behind?” He had asked, or rather demanded. When Piki thought back on it, he could remember how upset Pitch had looked. And how he had looked like this each time that Piki decided to spend more time with Proto than his twin. A pattern that had been uncomfortably consistent that very summer, though Piki had not thought much of it at the time. Children were often selfish like that.
“You would just start complaining like you always do.” Proto had said. “And then we’d get caught and get in trouble.”
“Shut up! I wasn’t talking to you!” Pitch hissed at his younger cousin, and then frowned when Piki stepped in front of Proto.
“Go back to the camp, Pitch. I can’t always drag you with me.” He had said in his best older twin voice. Pitch looked at him with wide eyes, hurt very evident in them, before they narrowed in anger.
“Fine! I didn’t wanna be with you anyway! Not with Proto around, because he ruins everything!” He spat. Piki frowned.
“You’re being childish!” He had scolded.
“I hate you!” Pitch had angrily hissed in return, before he turned and ran into the underbrush. Piki grimaced when he realized something.
“Oh great, he ran the wrong way.”
As much as Pitch could overreact at times, he was still Piki’s twin. And running away in anger and getting lost in the woods would not solve anything. The last thing they needed was Pitch getting them into trouble, because they had all ended up lost in the woods.
“Why must he ruin everything?” Proto muttered, as they followed his trail. “I wish he would leave us alone forever.”
Piki frowned at that, finding his younger cousin’s words to be rather harsh. “Let’s just find him and then-” he was cut off by a scream coming from the woods in front of them. It was loud, ringing and terrified, the kind of scream you might hear from a frightened animal in distress. Or-
“PITCH!” Piki shrieked, before he set off in a sprint, with Proto following suit.
They both stopped when they broke through the bushes to another clearing. Piki’s eyes widening at the sight that met him.
Black. Black with eyes that seemed to glow like gold, with sharp fangs burying into Pitch as it dragged him across the ground, his (little) brother screaming in pain and fear…
“PIKIII! PIKI HELP ME!!”
——
Piki sat up with a choked gasp, and began coughing as if he had been holding his breath, with his lungs now craving oxygen. And for all he knew, that might have been the case. After a bit, his coughing ceased, and he groaned, rubbing his eyes before he looked at the alarmclock on his nightstand.
3:30 a.m.
With a quiet moan, Piki lay back down, covering his eyes with one arm. He thankfully didn’t have classes in the morning, but that didn’t make him feel less frustrated. He knew there was no possible way he could go back to sleep after a dream like that.
He eventually got out of bed and wrapped himself up in a silkrobe, before leaving his room and heading to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
He paused when he noticed there was a light in the kitchen, along with a scent of some kind of baked food. Piki grimaced, squinting his eyes until the moving on until he got to the doorway of the kitchen.
“Proto, what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen in the middle of the night?”
Proto, looking uncharacterstically tired, just gave a slow blink. “… I couldn’t sleep. And you told me I could borrow your kitchen.”
“In the daytime or on weekends, unless otherwise stated.” Piki retorted a bit sharply, then grimaced, rubbing his temples, feeling a headache try to sneak up on him. Just what he needed. “Ugh, whatever… Just- just clean up after yourself when you’re done.” He strode past the other to get a mug from his cupboard, before he went to find his favourite brand of calming tea.
“… Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Proto asked at sudden. Piki paused in his movements of taking a teabag out of a tin, before he frowned and dropped the bag in the mug from before.
“If you mean ‘am I nervous about meeting my brother, who I haven’t seen since that disaster of a summercamp we went to, when we were 12 years old?’” He grimaced after a moment at that, before he took his electric kettle to pour water into it, so it could get boiled for the tea. “…The answer to that is a very certain yes.”
“So am I.” Proto muttered, earning a surprised look from Piki.
“Why would you be nervous?” He asked.
Proto gave a slight shrug. “I suppose… I wonder if he finds me responsible. I mean…” He ducked his head, again a rather uncharacteristic thing for him, Piki thought. Proto was always practically radiant with confidence. Or at least when it came to outsiders. Piki was the only person he dared let his guard down around, if rarely at that, and even then he always had an air of being well aware of what he was doing, be it his general behavior or whatever crafting project he was cooking up.
Now, however… He almost reminded Piki of that night ten years ago, when the events had been over…
He was distracted by the electric kettle, as it began to bubble madly, as it finished boiling the water, before giving a sharp click. With a sigh, he poured the water up in a mug.
“We were kids,” he finally told Proto quietly. “And while what we did lead to some awful things… well…” He frowned. “If Pitch decides to have held a grudge for all this time, then we’ll just have to work our way through it.”
Rating: R for mentions of violence
Story Summary: As a child, Pitch Black was attacked by a vicious animal while at a summer camp. Ten years later, he returns to civilization.
Author's notes: I haven't updated this fic in a coon's age, but hope you guys enjoy anyway.
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CHAPTER 1
It had been a beautiful, starry night. The kind of night where you snuck out to go for a walk under the round, glowing coin of the moon, usually with a lover, and in this case a cousin who had ignored any of the rules set for him by the camp, and broke every single one each day and night. And somehow, that had been exactly what Proto had talked Piki into, and together they had managed to sneak out of their cabin, and head into the woods surrounding the summer camp and its small lake, that seemed to gleam like molten silver in the moonlight.
It had almost felt magical, Piki recalled, and the clearing they had found with golden lights of fireflies dancing seemed to emphasize this. Proto had made a comment about the lifecycle of fireflies, but Piki had ignored it in favor of watching the fireflies and the stars in quiet wonder.
A quiet that unfortunately was broken by Pitch, who had woken up alone and had guessed his twins whereabouts. So he too had sneaked out, and had after a desperate search finally found his brother and cousin.
“Why did you leave me behind?” He had asked, or rather demanded. When Piki thought back on it, he could remember how upset Pitch had looked. And how he had looked like this each time that Piki decided to spend more time with Proto than his twin. A pattern that had been uncomfortably consistent that very summer, though Piki had not thought much of it at the time. Children were often selfish like that.
“You would just start complaining like you always do.” Proto had said. “And then we’d get caught and get in trouble.”
“Shut up! I wasn’t talking to you!” Pitch hissed at his younger cousin, and then frowned when Piki stepped in front of Proto.
“Go back to the camp, Pitch. I can’t always drag you with me.” He had said in his best older twin voice. Pitch looked at him with wide eyes, hurt very evident in them, before they narrowed in anger.
“Fine! I didn’t wanna be with you anyway! Not with Proto around, because he ruins everything!” He spat. Piki frowned.
“You’re being childish!” He had scolded.
“I hate you!” Pitch had angrily hissed in return, before he turned and ran into the underbrush. Piki grimaced when he realized something.
“Oh great, he ran the wrong way.”
As much as Pitch could overreact at times, he was still Piki’s twin. And running away in anger and getting lost in the woods would not solve anything. The last thing they needed was Pitch getting them into trouble, because they had all ended up lost in the woods.
“Why must he ruin everything?” Proto muttered, as they followed his trail. “I wish he would leave us alone forever.”
Piki frowned at that, finding his younger cousin’s words to be rather harsh. “Let’s just find him and then-” he was cut off by a scream coming from the woods in front of them. It was loud, ringing and terrified, the kind of scream you might hear from a frightened animal in distress. Or-
“PITCH!” Piki shrieked, before he set off in a sprint, with Proto following suit.
They both stopped when they broke through the bushes to another clearing. Piki’s eyes widening at the sight that met him.
Black. Black with eyes that seemed to glow like gold, with sharp fangs burying into Pitch as it dragged him across the ground, his (little) brother screaming in pain and fear…
“PIKIII! PIKI HELP ME!!”
——
Piki sat up with a choked gasp, and began coughing as if he had been holding his breath, with his lungs now craving oxygen. And for all he knew, that might have been the case. After a bit, his coughing ceased, and he groaned, rubbing his eyes before he looked at the alarmclock on his nightstand.
3:30 a.m.
With a quiet moan, Piki lay back down, covering his eyes with one arm. He thankfully didn’t have classes in the morning, but that didn’t make him feel less frustrated. He knew there was no possible way he could go back to sleep after a dream like that.
He eventually got out of bed and wrapped himself up in a silkrobe, before leaving his room and heading to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
He paused when he noticed there was a light in the kitchen, along with a scent of some kind of baked food. Piki grimaced, squinting his eyes until the moving on until he got to the doorway of the kitchen.
“Proto, what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen in the middle of the night?”
Proto, looking uncharacterstically tired, just gave a slow blink. “… I couldn’t sleep. And you told me I could borrow your kitchen.”
“In the daytime or on weekends, unless otherwise stated.” Piki retorted a bit sharply, then grimaced, rubbing his temples, feeling a headache try to sneak up on him. Just what he needed. “Ugh, whatever… Just- just clean up after yourself when you’re done.” He strode past the other to get a mug from his cupboard, before he went to find his favourite brand of calming tea.
“… Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Proto asked at sudden. Piki paused in his movements of taking a teabag out of a tin, before he frowned and dropped the bag in the mug from before.
“If you mean ‘am I nervous about meeting my brother, who I haven’t seen since that disaster of a summercamp we went to, when we were 12 years old?’” He grimaced after a moment at that, before he took his electric kettle to pour water into it, so it could get boiled for the tea. “…The answer to that is a very certain yes.”
“So am I.” Proto muttered, earning a surprised look from Piki.
“Why would you be nervous?” He asked.
Proto gave a slight shrug. “I suppose… I wonder if he finds me responsible. I mean…” He ducked his head, again a rather uncharacteristic thing for him, Piki thought. Proto was always practically radiant with confidence. Or at least when it came to outsiders. Piki was the only person he dared let his guard down around, if rarely at that, and even then he always had an air of being well aware of what he was doing, be it his general behavior or whatever crafting project he was cooking up.
Now, however… He almost reminded Piki of that night ten years ago, when the events had been over…
He was distracted by the electric kettle, as it began to bubble madly, as it finished boiling the water, before giving a sharp click. With a sigh, he poured the water up in a mug.
“We were kids,” he finally told Proto quietly. “And while what we did lead to some awful things… well…” He frowned. “If Pitch decides to have held a grudge for all this time, then we’ll just have to work our way through it.”
