ROTG BF Scenarios - When They First See You

Jack Frost

It was winter at last, and Jack had just managed to cause enough snow to fall for the local school to shut down; all the kids were coming out of the building, some throwing snowballs at each other, and others slipping on thin ice. From his hiding place atop a tree, Jack was distracted by the joyous sound of children laughing, when a piece of paper flew in front of his face. His gaze followed it, and then his body, as he chased it until it sat stilled on the ground. When he squinted at the paper, he was surprised to see a rather professional looking sketch of him on the front, dressed in his usual blue Hoodie and leggings. It was when he went to pick it up that he heard someone coming, and he quickly hid behind the trunk of an old tree just in time before a young girl came running towards him. She picked up the piece of paper, straightening it out and placing it in a leather book that appeared to be full of even more drawing. Jack peered out from behind the tree, watching the girl carefully, before quickly ducking back behind cover when she turned around to face the direction he was hiding in. He heard her hum in confusion, before her footsteps faded away, crunching through the snow. After a few seconds, Jack poked his head around the ageing bark to see if the girl was gone. When he saw that she had indeed left, he chuckled – he would very much like to see the girl with the mysterious drawings again.

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Bunnymund

Blooming flowers adorned the bushes lining the various gardens, the birds chirping their beautiful melody to all the people who past by their nests. Many young girls and boys were gathered in the local forest to start the Easter hunt, and from a nearby shrub, Bunnymund watched them with a smile on his face. He believed that this year, he had hidden the eggs rather well – he always liked to make it more interesting for the children. He could see the glimmer of hope in their eyes at the thought of being the child with the most eggs by the time the hunt was up, and that made a special type of warmth spread through his body. The elder man standing at the front began to count down to the start of the hunt, and Bunnymund watched him intently, until his view was blocked by a child – except it wasn’t a child. A young woman was standing next to his hiding spot, leaning down and picking a rose from the bush. She breathed in its scent deeply, smiling, and Bunnymund froze. She was so close, he could touch her. Suddenly, the old man shouted out “Go!” and the girl span around, grinning. Instantly, she took off amongst the children, and it was only then that Bunnymund saw the Easter Basket in her hand. He chuckled; someone of her age should not still be taking part in Easter Egg hunts, yet there she went, racing along with the other children. Bunnymund wished her luck with her hunt, and then decided he would use his amazing skills to spy on her as she went. Oh yes, Bunnymund was going to keep an eye on that girl.

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Sandman

The night sky was completely and utterly peaceful, with not a single cloud in sight. The crystal stars that were embedded in the darkness of the sky glittered and shone with all their splendour. Atop his golden cloud of dream sand, Sandy sent spirals of good dreams down to the city below, staring at the images they created with never ending wonder. Many variations of dreams flew throughout the air, and as Sandy’s golden eyes gazed down at the glittering formations, he caught sight of something strange. A lot of his dream-sand was gathered around a single house’s window, trying to desperately get in to the one who requested a dream. Sighing softly, Sandy glided down on his cloud to sort out the problem, waving away the dream-sand to clear a path for him. Using his powers to create a whip of sand, he swung it at the window and unlatched the lock, effectively forming a passage into the house. As the dream sand rushed in, Sandy became curious to see who it was who wanted a good dream so badly. If it was a child, he would be sure to help them. Yet when he peered through the window, he was extremely surprised to see a young woman, no child, sleeping peacefully upon the bed. She could not have been very old, but neither was she the normal age of dreamers. Sandy watched as the sand above her head glittered and danced, and a smile broke out onto his face when he saw her sleepily grin. Dreamers her age were rare indeed – he would have to visit her again soon.

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Pitch Black

Gasping for air, Pitch clawed his way out of the ground, trying desperately to get away from the dark abyss below him. Freeing himself from the emptiness of the hole, he crawled away from its edge as fast as he could, feeling the shadows’ grasping at his ankles in a futile attempt to pull him back in. Making his way to his feet, Pitch began to run as quickly as possible away from the hole that was growing larger by the second, darkness seeping from its depths. After moving for quite some time, the Bogeyman doubled over, air wheezing from his lungs. Glancing back over his shoulder, he made sure he wasn’t being followed by any remaining Nightmares, and when he saw that the coast was clear, he stood up to his full height, taking in his surroundings. You see, after being beaten by the Guardians, Pitch had been banished back to his lair with hostile Nightmares for company – company he had had to fight for his life. After seemingly beating them, and noticing a weakness in their numbers, he had taken the first opportunity he saw to make his way to the surface. And hat was where he stood now; on the surface, away from all the Nightmares, the shadows, the things that made him who he was. Yes, here he was in…. well, he didn’t actually know where. The next few hours consisted of him wondering around empty streets, looking for any signs of life, but this place was like a ghost town. Ironic, really. However, soon, the spirit heard a faint voice, calling out into the night. With no other sense of direction, Pitch followed its almost siren-like call, all the way until he was beneath the window of a house. Heaving himself up onto the window ledge with some of the last ounces of his power, he searched for the source of the wondrous sound. What he saw astounded him. A girl of mature age sat at her mirror, brushing her hair whilst…singing? Pitch listened to her words through the pane of glass, and he could just barely make them out.
“Come little children, I’ll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment,
Come now sweet children,
The time’s come to play,
Here in my garden of shadows,”
Pitch sat, bemused, watching the girl intently. Such a dark song for such a beautiful creature. With nothing else better to do, and no goal in mind, Pitch made himself comfortable on the window ledge. It wouldn’t hurt to just watch her for a little longer, would it?