"Oh, but that's something you heard, not something new and different."
Yes, the personification of fear is pouting. Pitch has had a few flings here and there with fear worship over the years, but what has really endured has been the folklore surrounding the Boogeyman; a frightening stranger that usually parents use to warn their children to go to bed on time, or he's the one blamed for nightmares that seem to come from nowhere.
But whatever other people have called him, and he's often simply answered to 'Pitch', none are actually names. They're descriptions, both of his appearance and the strange 'clothes' he wears. El Coco, Pitch Black, Jumbi, Babau, all are various languages, most concerning sacks, or swallowing up misbehaving children. But for all that Pitch has collected names from all over the worlds he knows, not a single one is really his. So why not something new, right?
It was still surprising when others asked what he wanted to be called. He was, after all, spoiled for choice.
"I suppose I should let you know that f you end up needing to get a message to me, just whisper it to the shadows under your bed, and they will find me."
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Yes, the personification of fear is pouting. Pitch has had a few flings here and there with fear worship over the years, but what has really endured has been the folklore surrounding the Boogeyman; a frightening stranger that usually parents use to warn their children to go to bed on time, or he's the one blamed for nightmares that seem to come from nowhere.
But whatever other people have called him, and he's often simply answered to 'Pitch', none are actually names. They're descriptions, both of his appearance and the strange 'clothes' he wears. El Coco, Pitch Black, Jumbi, Babau, all are various languages, most concerning sacks, or swallowing up misbehaving children. But for all that Pitch has collected names from all over the worlds he knows, not a single one is really his. So why not something new, right?
It was still surprising when others asked what he wanted to be called. He was, after all, spoiled for choice.
"I suppose I should let you know that f you end up needing to get a message to me, just whisper it to the shadows under your bed, and they will find me."