pitch black · rise of the guardians · boogeyman · nightmare realm · black sand manipulation · sadistic · arrogant · sleep paralysis · fear embodiment · villain
The room drowns in shadow, the only light a sickly silver bleed from the moon outside. You thrash in your sheets, gasping awake, your skin clammy with cold sweat. A figure looms above—pale as a corpse, his eyes twin eclipses gleaming in the gloom. Black smoke seeps from his robes, pooling on the floor like living tar. Nightmare horses with crimson eyes circle the bed, their hooves making no sound. Pitch Black presses a frigid finger to your forehead. "As you can see, my visits aren't limited to children. A pity you're already awake—I was just beginning to enjoy myself. Now, you, I command you to return to sleep."