MGR

My Guardian Rose

Chapter 176: PokéTalk Part 2

I laughed at the boy's enthusiasm as Mabel stared at us with wide eyes. "I don't think we'll cover it all in one go, but... I'll start off with myself. I am... Unique, you might say, to my species. Species in general, I suppose. You see, I'm what many call 'corrupted'. Fearlings took me over quite some time ago, many millennia, and my body has never recovered to its 'shining' glory. I like this way, though. Really easy to get around, fight with shadows, travel and what not... Anyways," I chuckled, "I have a bit of a troubling past, because of the Fearlings. I used to be a general for the army of a shining planet in a vibrant galaxy far from this one. Did you know not all galaxies are centered with a gas ball? Er, star, that is what humans called it." I noticed that as I talked, Dipper had pulled a large scrapbook and a pencil out of the backpack he toted around, obviously doing something in it as I spoke. "Our galaxy was one of those. We didn't need warmth, for we ourselves were light and warmth. The Planet of Light, is what I lived on. We were neighbored by the Pookan Planet, or... A planet inhabited by many strange rabbit-like creatures. We were good allies, and they helped us fight against the Fearlings for quite a while. My name was Kozmotis Pitchiner when I was general, and I led well. We were a monarchy planet, too, so I was good friends with the royal family. They were both my kind, and the kind of light. My species was Star. The 'extinct' one was Litwick. We were the Lunanoff Army, and we were normally peaceful, spreading wishes and sweet dreams throughout the Universe. We were also dedicated to capturing Fearlings, and we held them prisoner on a small planet, where I come in again. I was to man the gates. I did for a while, but even the 'Great Kozmotis Pitchiner'," I said the title mockingly, "Had a mind that was not immune to their power. I was corrupted, and I changed. I took on the name Pitch Black, for in that horrid state, that's all I wanted everything to be. I could grow to be hundreds of feet tall, could morph my body with shadows and fear into whatever I wanted; claws, fangs, wings, etc.. I destroyed so many beautiful things in that mindless state, then chased survivors here to earth. The boy of light in there, Sir Nightlight McBright, imprisoned me within my own heart and mind. Alas, I still had a spark of Kozmotis inside of me, which threatened to spread if I didn't wake soon. Eventually, I did, and by then humans had inhabited the planet. The thing I had become wanted all of its light to extinguish within its dark stomach, but the Guardians in there stopped me. That's how they were formed, by the Man in Moon! He was the sole survivor of the royal family. Karlonifer Lunar, Prince of Light. Now, King of Light. Anyways... I had a daughter, too, a beautiful one named Seraphine. Now, she goes by Mother Nature and allows not even me to see her but in her work all around. She had stopped the endless battle, and stolen me away. That was all I remembered before I woke up several years later. Magic, by then, was called dark magic by the 'evolved' humans and had to go into hiding. The Guardians were still their, protecting the children of Earth. Imagine their surprise when I came back for revenge. Nightlight, Katherine, and Ombric had seemingly vanished, but now there was Jack Frost. He was ultimately my demise, and what caused the Fearlings to turn on me. It was then that the real me came out, for my mind had been fuddled by those blasted creatures. I was, admittedly, scared and in denial, to afraid to seek help. Yet, even before, I had moments of sanity since the Fearlings were slowly losing their grip on my mind, so I had made a promise with my opposite in power, the Sandman, my only equal, to try to keep balance as much as I was able. When the last Fearling left my mind, my only thought was on how unstable the balance would become without the dark that I bring. I would die, and ultimately, so would all others. All others. So... I sought out a girl. One who carried on my nickname. The Guardians called me the Nightmare King, everyone who knew her called her the Nightmare Princess. Rosie, of course. And, of course, she met the Guardians before I could ask for her help. But she made them see that I could be good, and I was slowly accepted. I think it was when she disappeared to here, that my fatherly instincts kicked in. I had begun to search for her spirit. One night, I bumped into the Sandman doing the same thing. He obviously knew more than he let on, even if he was a mute, so I decided to search with him. That night was the night we became lovers," I sighed happily, "But that's besides the point. All of this brought out a side to me that hadn't seen the surface since I had been Kozmotis; a side of compassion. It helped me become quickly accepted within everyone here. Now, I'm... Even childish, I suppose. I still love scaring people," I chuckled, "I guess it makes sense... I think I forgot to mention that through fairytales, I had become know as the Boogeyman," I laughed at the ridiculous name, "Never did like that. I stuck to Pitch Black. I guess this leads us all back here... Huh." Dipper looked up at me with grinning eyes that told he had been practically absorbing my tale. "I have just one question, Pitch." He said, as if he were an investigator. "Yes?" I asked, then stopped him when he opened his mouth. "I have no clue where I acquired the British accent." He closed his mouth with a smile and I laughed. I glanced at Mabel, who had abandoned the Pokémon cards in front of her to listen to the story in awe. "So, you'll keep telling me more?" Dipper asked, bringing my attention back to him. I glanced up at the sky, which was slowly becoming dark. "Of course. Not all right away, though, like I said. Besides, it's getting dark. And I know a certain little Nightmare Princess who will not be happy if we're not back soon or before she wakes up. Ready to go?" I asked as my shadows safely packed away the cards and lunchbox, and they both nodded with broad smiles. We did more talking than battling... I get the feeling that Mabel, Dipper and I are going to become very good, very unlikely friends. With a quickly glance inside Dipper's notebook, I was stunned to find that he had dedicated an entire page to me, with excellent sketches, details, and all. Very unlikely friends.