AN: So, the RotG fandom has a lot of potential. Unfortunately, it's being squandered by slash/yaoi fangirls who like the movie just because they think Jack Frost looks like Justin Bieber. Gahd.
Four beings, for lack of a better word, were dumbstruck as they stared at the black silhouette on the floor, projected by the light of the full moon.
One of the beings, a rabbit (bunny if you asked him, he's stubborn like that) raised his eyes to the healthily rotund man across him.
"It is Pitch." He muttered, his masculine voice ill-fitting to his cute and cuddly features.
The fat man, clad in red and sporting a white beard as well as tattoos on both arms, smiled knowingly and patted his bulging gut.
The realization that one of their worst enemies was running amok and causing mayhem in the mortal world led to an argument as to their next action.
One of them, the female that looked like a strange hybrid between bird, reptile and man, chattered worriedly while a small golden-haired guy, clad in a robe that seemed to be made up of glittering sand, formed images on the top of his head using the same stuff that made up his clothes.
This continued on, until finally, the red-clad fat guy looked up at the brightly shining moon.
"Man in Moon, what should we do?"
The moon shone brighter for a second and the four beings backed away as a hole opened up on the floor. From this opening, a massive shard of crystal emerged, refracting the moonlight in all directions. A wave of surprise rippled among the observers.
"You know what this means?"
"A new Guardian?"
"Who do you think it is? The leprechaun?"
"Not the groundhog, please not the groundhog."
The crystal projected an image using the refracted moonlight. The image was of a humanoid figure. It had clothes that would fit well in a goth convention. He was thin, impossibly so, and as white as he was thin. His head was bereft of hair, his eyes wide and round, but entirely black as though they were nothing but deep holes in his face. But it was the grin that caught the attention of the Guardians. It was a joyful grin, to be sure, but for some reason, that grin stroke fear in the hearts of the four beings in its presence.
"Who's this guy? Anyone know him?"
"Uhh, no. Do you, Sandy?" The bird-reptile-woman replied. The sand-clad dwarf, now known as Sandy, shook his head, a cute little sand question mark appearing above his head. The three turned to their apparent leader who was staring at the image with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
"No! Man in Moon! I refuse!"
His companions stared at him in askance as he ranted angrily at the moon, yelling about mad skeletons and Christmas wreckers. The moon's light flickered for a moment and the raging man froze.
"But why, of all people, does it have to be him? Couldn't it have been the Groundhog?" Behind him, the rabbit shuddered before tapping the angry fat man on the shoulder.
"Hey mate, care to tell us who this guy is?"
The bearded man stared at his fellow Guardians for a short while.
"His name… is Jack Skellington."