Welcome! If you have come over from my fic Sickness, it's good to see you! If you haven't read it, I suggest you do for some of the dialogue and characters in later drabbles will appear from it.

Summary: Easter has turned into a disaster while Jack was in Pitch's lair. What if Bunny reacted differently to Jack when he arrived with his toothbox?

Remember: Sandy is dead during this scene and Jack has no memory of his past.

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It was Easter Sunday in Burgess. Grass covered the soft soil in lushes of greens. The trees had awakened from their winter slumber and reached for the sky. Their branches intertwined with neighboring trees, leaving rays of light to pass through the branches and fresh leaves. Spring was in the air.

Everything seemed perfect, except for the fact that the Easter Bunny hadn't arrived.

It was the day of the Easter Egg Hunt, and the Easter Bunny was to hide his colorful eggs in the forest for the children to find. But, why would the Easter Bunny be late? He had only one holiday each year. It couldn't have been that hard, could it?

Maybe, the Easter Bunny didn't actually exist. Maybe, it was just a big lie to get companies money for chocolate and other sweets they made like marshmallow puffs.

But, if the Easter Bunny wasn't real, did that mean that Santa Claus wasn't real, or the Tooth Fairy, or even Sandman?

Was it all a big lie told by their parents to get them to be good, to brush and floss their teeth, to go to bed for dreams?

These thought flew through each of the children's minds that day on Easter Sunday in Burgess. There were no eggs, so there mustn't be an Easter Bunny.

With sad and depressed faces, the children of Burgess made their way back to their homes, feeling melancholy.

What they didn't know was that the Easter Bunny was there. He was going to hide his eggs. But, he was too late. The children didn't see him as he stood in front of them offering them colorful eggs with abstract designs. Though they weren't his best, they were what he had left to offer since Pitch had destroyed the rest.

"There's no such thing as the Easter Bunny," a little girl mumbled to herself with the edges of lips tugged down.

A baffled Pooka gasped in shock. "What? No that's not true! What do you mean there's no such thing as-"

The Easter Bunny cut off as a cold, stomach churning, ghost feeling left his insides hallow. The little girl walked through him with no acknowledgement that he stood there and had caused him physical pain. He couldn't breathe or think as the children stepped through him as if he didn't exist.

Letting out short gasp, he sighed. "They don'e believe in me," he whispered.

Jack came from the bushes off to side of the clearing. Spotting the guardians watching desperately as the children turned away from them and trekked towards their homes, Jack realized the true damage of those moments with Pitch. While he was in Pitch's lair, every egg had been smashed and not one child found an egg in the world. All because of Jack, the children no longer believed in the Easter Bunny.

A large Russian man turned towards the teen who had just arrived. "Jack, where were you? The nightmares attacked the tunnels, they smashed every eggs, nothing made it to the surface, not one egg in one town."

Another voice called for Jack's attention. Tooth flew over to Jack's side, sighing in relief for the boy's safety, but as quick as her smile played on her lips, it faded. "Where did you get that?" She pointed to the tooth canister in his hand.

"I was...I..."

"Where's Baby Tooth? Oh Jack, what have you done?" Her hands covered her mouth in horror as realization hit her like a freight train.

"This is why you weren't here? You were with Pitch!" North accused.

"No, listen," Jack tried to reason. They needed to hear his side, to understand what truly happen. They thought of him as a traitor. No, Jack wouldn't do that, not when they had finally chosen to care for him when no one else had. "I was-"

"He has to go."

All eyes turned to the Pooka crouched over in pain.

"What?" Jack questioned.

Bunny stood and glared at the winter spirit, the cause of his trouble. The Pooka hopped closer to the teenager with a hand raised. "We should never have trusted you!" He shouted as his fist connect with the boy's left cheek before any of the others could react.

His feet lifted beneath him before his body could touch the ground the hit was so hard. Jack fell to the grass covered earth with a thud. His cheek throbbed unbearably and his brain racked within his skull. His ears rung and his eye refused to focus.

"Bunny!" Tooth scolded and moved to Jack's side.

The Pooka with his face filled with absolute shock simply stood their staring at the child he just hit.

A child.

The thing he was supposed to protect. He was a guardian for the children, yet he raised his hand to a child.

Shouts from North were suppressed as he questioned whether this truly happened. Disbelief never left his face. Did he just strike a child? A child? Bunny always gave hope to children with abusive parents, but he was now the bringer of a child's pain, the shatterer of hope.

Everything Bunny stood- a guardian, a bringer of hope, a protector of innocence and from the evils of the world- for dissolved in only seconds from one action. How could he ever call himself a guardian after this?

Tooth grabbed onto Jack's arm to help bring him to his feet, but he only swatted her away like an annoyance. He struggled to his feet, first lifting himself on his elbows, then balancing in the pads of his feet, and slowing rising to stand straight. Bruising already was visible on the pale boy's face.

With eyes brimmed with threatening tears to fall, Jack stared at the Pooka. Only hours before the two were getting along. It seemed like the things between them were turning around. But no, Bunny never cared for Jack. He was only a tool for their use to be thrown away once they got what they wanted. Jack just managed to make their betrayal to him quicker. At least this way they wouldn't have led him on to actually believe they cared for him.

They had 300 years to speak to him, to just acknowledge his existence other than scolding him for the blizzard in 1968. Jack felt so stupid to believe that they wanted him around. Their company was by force from the Man in the Moon. If it hadn't been for him, Jack would have continued to be alone, Pitch wouldn't have even looked at him.

They never knew how much Jack craved for their attention, to just have them look at him, to not see through him, to be touched instead of stepping through him. What was better: being unrecognized or hated by them? Both seemed to harsh, yet those were Jack's options. He was never given the chance to have a family. The Man in the Moon put him there and left him to wallow in his confusion, like a newborn baby left in the woods filled with wolves. He had no chance from the very beginning.

Maybe it was all a mistake? Maybe the Man in the Moon hadn't meant to bring Jack into the world. It seemed most logical, didn't it? No human could see him and the spirits ignored him intentionally.

With out a word passing between the two spirits, the Pooka and boy know for bringing snow, Jack allowed the wind to encase him in its embrace headed for the skies, going South.

"Wait!" Tooth and North cried in synchronization, both shouting frantically for the spirit of winter to turn back around.

The hummingbird hybrid turned to the Pooka with feathers ruffled, puffing in and out from her badly hidden anger. "How dare you! What were you thinking!? You just hit Jack! How could you! I though he was your friend!"

Tooth took for the skies as well and followed the fleeing boy.

North looked at the still wide-eyed and confused Easter Bunny. "There are now words to make this okay. What you did was wrong and now Jack is hurting, more than just from the punch." He turned away and pulled a snow globe from his pocket. Guessing, he whispered for the South Pole, Antarctica. Before stepping into the now swirling vortex, he half turned to the Pooka. "Think of what you'd done." He vanished into the portal and into Antarctica's tundra, leaving the Pooka alone in Burgess.

It all happened so quickly. Ever fiber in his body didn't think of stopping his raised hand until it was too late. Did that make him any better than Pitch, a bringer of pain and fear? Will Jack ever talk to him again? Why would he? Bunny just kicked a boy who was already on the ground.

Without waiting for another moment, the Easter Bunny created a tunnel at the tap of his foot and hopped down, going South.

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In the midst of Antarctica at a cliff side Jack stood staring at his toothbox longingly. He just received it, finally had his memories in his grasp. They would tell him why he was on this god forsaken earth, why the Moon forced him to go through so much loneliness, so much abandonment.

But now it was a poison. It caused all of his troubles. Bunny and the others hated him for laying a hand on the canister. How would they have reacted if he didn't have the canister but still arrived late in Burgess with the eggs still smashed? Would they have turned a cheek from him, or would they have thought it to be a misunderstanding?

He doubted it. After all, they didn't actually care for him. He was only a tool to be used and thrown away.

As he stared at the canister, the creator of his troubles, he couldn't help but wonder if it was truly worth peeking at his memories. What good would it do? Maybe, his life before was the same as it is now: filled with lonesomeness. Or maybe it was worse before.

Just ridding the box would choose the rest of his life. If he was to rid of it, he'd never find out who he was and continue as he always had or watched them and prove to the guardians he really was a traitor. Neither of his options were very welcoming.

His thoughts of his dilemma put him off guard for he didn't notice the shadow that had formed behind him.

"I thought this would happen."

Jack blindly shot at the shadow man who brought his sand up in a wave to protect him.

"Now, now," Pitch tipped his index finger side to side in a scolding manner. "If you attack me before I can even speak my part, that makes you no better than that rabbit."

Jack cringed subconsciously. As much as he hated Pitch for killing Sandy, the only guardian that actually cared for Jack, and trying to kill him, Pitch only wanted to talk like Jack had with the guardians before Bunny came at him. He'd be no matter than that so called Easter Bunny. Jack lowered his staff though still clenching the wood.

The tips of Pitch's lips lifted. "Now, saying I told you so wouldn't be the best way to start out, but the fact that I did warn you that they were not to be trusted just proves that I did tell you." Seeing Jack recoil, he added, "But I'm not one of them. I didn't just turn away. I had to at first because you were my enemy, but it appears you are no longer allies with the guardians."

The dark man stepped closer to the winter spirit. Jack didn't step back, only watched Pitch with confusion.

"Have you ever wanted to be more" Pitch looked off into the distance, past the cliff into the snowy wasteland. "Have you ever wanted to be more than just a boy on the sidelines that no one ever stops to look at? To be a part of something where people would see you? Acknowledge your existence? To be able to touch you?" Pitch looked over to Jack who was watching intently. "I sure have. Like you I haven't been seen by children in a long time. Like you, I've been looked down upon by the guardians." Jack looked down at his feet in thought of Pitch's words.

A hand reached for Jack's shoulder. He didn't move away from the touch, in fact he moved into the touch, desiring the little bit of comfort, the little bit of acknowledgement that he existed. "You and I are not so different." Eyes brimmed with tears looked up at the Nightmare King that held no anger or deceitfulness in his eyes, but sadness, as if he understood Jack's 300 years of being alone with no knowledge of who he was other than his name, like a newborn child dropped into the world and expected to survive.

"You don't have to be alone, Jack. I believe in you. Together we could do more than the guardians could ever do. We could be believed in if we just worked together.

"After all, what goes better than cold and dark?"

Was this really happening? Was Pitch, the King of Nightmares, asking Jack to be at his side as his ally, not as a tool but as a friend? No one had showed him this kindness before. He wasn't sure how to react to it. Was it a lye, a prank being pulled on him? The world, Jack learned, is a cruel place.

For all he knew, he could be dreaming. Maybe he went unconscious from the punch and was dreaming everything up.

"Just think of it," Pitch suggested. "Imagine a world where everything was Pitch Black and Jack Frost. We would finally get the belief that we deserved."

Pitch looked off into the distance once more, though this time to fix his eyes on a speck of green in the air coming closer. Tooth.

"Jack, the choice is yours." He held a hand out, waiting for Jack to lend his as well. "You can continue to be ignored, or you can actually be believed in, but it all depends on what you choose to do now."

A portal opened about 100 yards away from him and Pitch. A big man wearing a red fur coat and a long white beard stepped out. Seeing Jack only feet away from Jack, he went into a sprint towards them. The tooth fairy as well picked up speed.

Without another moment to lose, Jack grasped the Nightmare King's hand, symbol of loyalty and trust between the two spirits. Jack felt himself be pulled into a shadow, and everything went black.

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Well, that was depressing to write. Hope you enjoyed it. I meant to have this posted last week but didn't get to it. Anyhow, tell your thoughts if I should keep writing drabbles. I'm taking request though I'm not sure when I'll get to them. I suggest you all read Sickness, my other fic about RotG.

Once more, please review!