Prologue

It was dark.

Darkness was something that he was used to, it was something that he could take comfort in. Comfort in the fact that the dark would always be there for him. It would be always waiting from him. He couldn't live without the darkness. It completed him. He would never be alone as long as the dark existed.

The dark would always be there to protect him, to shield him from the things that scared him.

It was funny. The fact that the Bogeyman would be scared of something. The Bogeyman, the manifestation of fear, the thing that parents would tell their children about to scared them straight. The Bogeyman being afraid of something so simple yet... it was everything but simple at the same time.

The thought, and reality, of not being believed in and forgotten terrified him.

For the first time in his life, the darkness could not comfort him.

For the very first time in Pitch Black's life, the darkness had made him feel more alone than he could have ever felt in his eternal life.

It was so very dark.

End