Jack didn't get it. He was called over to discuss important matters concerning the Nightmare King's return—he was, after all, an immortal being, therefore he wouldn't perish that easily. But that wasn't the case, and it wasn't what they came here for. It was about something else. They were told that he had took possession over an immortal, creatures who were, in a way, like them.

Like them—he didn't like hearing the word at all. In truth, it made him feel rather bad about it.

He was a Guardian. They were different and he knew very well what they were, what those creatures were. He'd like to call them fairfolk, faeries, though they weren't anything like Tooth.

He'd met with one in the past, and the encounter didn't go very well. He could feel his insides churning. He shrugged the thought off as he urged the wind to open the great doors for him.

"What's the drill?" as he walked further, he was met with nothing but silence upon his arrival, which he found rather odd. Tooth would occasionally greet him when he wounds his way to the door. Bunny would even bicker with him for a bit before returning to the problems at hand. But today, they were absolutely quiet.

"Oh, it's nothing serious, actually. It's just Pitch happened to find himself a host powerful enough to throw out the lot of us." the Easter bunny explains, all the while tossing his boomerang up and down in his paw.

Just when he was about to make a retort and do what he does in every other meeting they had, North came in between them before any words could be said. "Bunny is correct."

Tooth couldn't stop fiddling with her fingers. The silver haired boy also noticed the way her wings were fluttering. "Can anybody tell me what's really going on?"

"Well, there's that, and there are newbies from different worlds who would meet with us tonight."

"That's sort of…cool. For what reason?" he walked around with his staff, twirling it a bit in his hands with ease.

"They're going to help us."

"Wait. Why would they want to help us?" asked the conflicted spirit. He couldn't begin to understand why, or what was the very purpose of this. "What's the catch? I mean, who would willingly help us?"

"There is no catch. And they're chosen, just like you." North said. "It would be a lot more fun if we had more like you around, no?"

"No." he immediately dismissed the idea of having new members added to their bunch. He refused to have them around. "What if they take our place as Guardians?"

"I'm guessing there's a meaning behind this. Isn't there always?" Jack said, brushing his hand through his hair.

"Calm down, Jack. It's a good thing he considered giving us a hand this time." said the fairy. "We need all the help we can get."

"Take a deep breath. It's not like the end of the world." Bunnymud adds, which did little to ease his mind.

"And you expect me to do just that? To calm down and sit like a good boy? We can take out Pitch without them!" Jack threw his hands in his frustration.

Anxiety bubbled in his chest. He feels so small. "Can't we, like, send them back? Won't they cause trouble?"

He tried looking into the older man's eyes, searching for an answer.

With no luck in persuading North, Jack could only scowl. "You're enough trouble. We could only wait and see what Manny has in store for us."

He'd decided that it would be for the best. To wait.

The idea gnaws on him. What if they were fit for the job? Is there still a reason for him to exist? Jack slumps on a seat, his mind trying to get a grasp of what was going on, and what'll happen after that.

"Fine, fine," North abruptly said, startling Jack from his thoughts.

He turned, only to see a smiling Sandy, clapping his hands together. A small puff of sand formed above his head, depicting an image of a sun.

This bothered the boy. "What's with him?"

"He is finding his person," North answered him. He then shifted his gaze to the globe where the golden man was floating about. Why would he want to welcome the brats to soon take his place? "See?"

"I never thought that I'd get replaced at the first two years of my job." Jack muttered to North, hovering over his desk, finding himself a seat over a stack of his paperwork. He was as light as a feather, and fortunately for him, this time he didn't mind Jack sitting on top of it.

"Ah, you won't." he answered, then Jack shot a glance at him, but he didn't bother looking back.

Jack squeezed his staff in his hand and came closer. "What? Then what's all this nonsense for?" so the Man in the Moon wasn't pulling jokes on them?

North then smiles, as if to reassure him. "You will soon know."

Clearing his throat, the man announces. "Pitch is coming, everyone,"

All four of them nodded. "And we need new recruits."