"I’m not sure that I understand how this is going to help me get my powers back," Pitch says, feeling ridiculous. The other version of himself merely grins at him, malice woven between those sharp teeth. Pitch tries not to look away, he tries, but he can’t help it, and the nightmare beneath him tosses her head as she senses his fluttering fear.
Pitch clenches his jaw. He is the boogeyman; he is not going to be afraid of an overgrown lout who doesn’t even belong on this plane of existence. He is not going to let himself be bullied.
Yet on the other’s instruction he is wearing a grey-and-black plaid shirt, jeans, and most mortifying of all, a cowboy hat. If that isn’t bullying Pitch doesn’t know what is.
The nightmare that the other rides is completely docile, more under his control than she ever was under Pitch’s. The threat that the other poses is real - Pitch has no doubt about that. But he has promised to help Pitch become powerful once more. If the price is a little dressing up, Pitch is willing to be his plaything.
"Come," the other says, spurring on his nightmare. "We have shadows to chase."
Pitch pauses, but in the end he follows; he’s fairly sure he has no choice.