GUESS WHO GOT INTO THE FANDOM YA ALL FOLKS
Okay. I just watched RotG and I loved it!
Have a short and crappy one-shot :U
Sorry for some grammar mistakes.
That House I Kept Coming For
Jack Frost jumped with semi-frozen air, made him looked like flying that way. He jumped to the walls and slide with ice he made under him. He was heading to a house. Finally Jack arrived. He stood on the fences and watched as a boy named Jamie ran outside to play with his friends. Jack was staring at the boy, and then at the house.
Jack didn't know why he kept coming to that place. He visited that one house in daily for 300 years. Even he grew to like this little boy named Jamie even through the boy couldn't see him-nobody ever seen him.
People knew Jack as a rumored mischievous winter spirit, but nobody really believed that rumor through. They just called the weird winter events as Jack Frost's doing without never truly believed him.
Jack didn't know what feel was that, he kept watching that house in daily for centuries. He watched as the generations changed.
He has some feel that he knew that house, however he couldn't remember. Jack still remembered the day he came to that house because of instincts, he was seeing a family mourning over a dead family member. He overheard them saying that their eldest child was drowned.
Jack didn't know why, but he felt pity for the family. And he also didn't know he felt like knowing that family. He just felt like that. He continued to come to that house in daily for unknown reasons.
Nobody in that house could see him, he didn't care. He watched everyone in that house grew older and he watched the little girl who was there before got married and got her own family on that same house.
He watched the older family members passed away. He watched the new kids grew up. He watched them married and got a child too. He watched the girl-now a grandmother got sick and lied on her deathbed.
Jack remembered he entered the room of that old lady to see her. Jack made some ice on the window and drew on it, made the old lady gasped. Jack stared at her.
The old lady was gaping and tried to say something. Her eyes were wide, staring at Jack. Jack was looking back at her. From the look of her face, she seemed happy. The old lady really wanted to say something, but before she could her life was gone.
Jack didn't know that the old lady actually saw him at the moment before her death.
The old lady was gone, but Jack kept returning to that house. Generations passed, more family members come and gone. Until 300 years have passed. Once again Jack was coming at that house. Jack always adored everyone in that house. As for now, it was Jamie.
Jamie believed in Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and Easter Bunny. Jack always wondered why nobody ever believed him. It was 3 days before Easter when Jamie was going to hanging out with his friends and Jack heard him asking, "Who is Jack Frost?"
"Who is Jack Frost?" Jack copied Jamie, and he created a snowball on his hand. Jack threw the snowball on Jamie. That will show him. Jack enjoyed having fun with Jamie on that day. Jack never knew why he liked it through the boy never believed in him.
After the later following 3 days events, Jack finally knew the reason of why he kept coming back to that place.
That he was watching his sister's great-great-great-great-great grandchildren the whole time.
END
This is very short. I am really sorry if this short one-shot sucks .w.
But I hope you all enjoyed it!
I am really sorry for the repetitive words 8l