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Jack was strolling through the main floor of North's workshop. The yetis were rushing around, trying to finish the rest of the toys since Christmas Eve was only a few days away. Laying on one of the work benches was a forgotten wooden yo-yo that Jack picked up and idly attempted to play with it.
He was winding the string back up on the yo-yo when North burst in through the doors, letting a gust of wind and snow that seemed to dance around the winter spirit's head. Tooth flew in after him, and Sandy was on his heels.
The only one missing was Bunnymund, and his whereabouts were the reason for this gathering of the Guardians. North had received an urgent egg from Bunnymund's realm, reporting the destruction of most of the realm along with his disappearance. Together, they had to decide how to take action.
North pushed aside a mound of toys so that the remaining Guardians could gather around and get straight to business. North began the discussion, declaring that Bunnymund must be in Pitch's clutches, and no one disagreed. A year hadn't past since they had defeated Pitch, but the destruction of Bunnymund's realm revealed black dreamsand, and so Pitch was the obvious suspect. Then North went on to suggest that he and some of his yetis should be the ones to march down to Pitch's lair and rescue Bunnymund. This caused Tooth yell in protest, and Sandy began gesturing frantically and conjuring up his golden dreamsand. Jack just stood there, now having mastered the yo-yo, pulling the toy up and down, faster and faster.
North and Tooth continued to argue. Tooth suggested that it was too close to Christmas Eve for North to even think about leaving, and that she should go for Bunnymund. Sandy threw up dreamsand in front of the both of them, arguing that he should be the one to go, since his sand could conquer that of Pitch's.
Their arguing got louder and louder, no one even thought to ask Jack for his input. Instead he stood there with his yo-yo going faster and faster until the string snapped.
With the string snapped Jack's patience. He slammed his fist on the table, earning the attention of the others,
"Why do you all suggest you go at Pitch alone?" he yelled, "Last time it took all of us to defeat Pitch, and even though he may be weakened doesn't mean you can take him by yourself! Obviously he is stronger than you can think since he overpowered Bunnymund in his own home!"
And with that, Jack grabbed his staff which had been resting against the workbench, and flew out the door, startling Phil the yeti that was just walking into the workshop.
Jack could hear the other Guardians yelling after him to come back, but he didn't listen. Tooth and Sandy tried to follow him, but he sent a gust of wind strong enough to knock them off course, but not hurt them.
He headed towards the woods, where he knew the decaying frame of a bed sat above the entrance to Pitch's lair. If the others didn't agree to work with each other, then he would go without them. It's not like North or Tooth could follow, they had enough work in their own realms as it was, but hopefully Sandy wouldn't follow either. It wasn't that he didn't want their help; he just felt he needed to do this alone to prove himself to the others that he wouldn't mess up this time.
Jack landed a little ways from the entrance. Slowly, he walked towards it, feeling the snow crunch under his feet and the coldness bite into his skin. This wasn't the kind of cold he created and enjoyed, but the kind that a child feels when they wake up from a nightmare. He peered into the hole in the ground, and couldn't see the bottom, but knew that Bunnymund had to be there. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and jumped.