What if Jack went bad after years of not being seen or heard? What if he did team up with Pitch to creat a dark cold world full of nightmares and monsters

You see a shadow fly past your window. You hated to say it, but you were used to it now. The shadows. The world always being dark. In both literal and figurative. While there was the night, the day wasn’t much better. Violence and death. Hatred. Hopelessness. Fear.

Jack quietly crept in your room, Pitch Black’s right hand man. Shaggy messy silvery white hair and ice blue eyes. He wore black jeans and a black hoodie, but don’t let his beauty eyes fool you. He’s just as evil as they come