AU (before the fight with Pitch)
Jack's POV
Jack was a breathing corpse. But if he could, he would crush the mocking pitter patter of his icy heart. Oh yes, he tried with vigor to delete the dreaded song of his soul thumping and beating happily, but Jack Frost was immortal. The Man in the Moon punished him by keeping him alive to suffer another day. Jack Frost wanted to be set free. He hated everything, hated life and all the beating souls within it. The sad part of Jack's tale was that he loved the thrill of slicing his arms open with his beloved razor and having no one find out about it. Jack finished his painting upon his right arm and flopped onto his bed. Oh here comes the good part. The numbness washed over him like an unexpected tsunami wave. He sighed contently and watched the ceiling blur and the floor sway drunkenly. Jack was bleeding out. He began to count useless numbers until his vision finally swirled and he was wisked away to a happier, better and unreal universe. He didn't know the girl's name that always met him in his dreams, but he loved her. She was his only companion in his darkess hours and she never failed to show in his dreams. The girl waved at him with a sweet smile painted across her beautiful face, her short curly hair swirled in the wind. Here was paradise, here was home. But Jack knew that 'here' was actually nowhere. Everything 'here' was a strech of the fabric of reality, it was merely a dream.
North's POV
Aster questioned in annoyance, "Why are we here, mate? I'm dealin' with perishables."
North patted his stomach, "Bad feeling in stomach my friend."
Aster growled, " Your belly? If I did this during Christmas..."
Tooth interrupted worriedly, "Where's Jack?"
The name iced the atmosphere. They knew something was wrong with Jack, but he would shrug them off or get upset and fly to his room with a slam of the door to say goodnight. They all wanted to help him, but they couldn't unless Jack let them in.
Aster mumbled, "I'm worried about that little ankle-biter."
The guardians all nodded in sorrow. Sandy's eyes widened as he caught the sight of the glowing moon. He flashed signs over his head, which went unoticed because the guardians were all still fretting over Jack. Growing impatient, Sandy grabbed an unassuming elf and shook him violently so the poor elf's hat rattled. Sandy pointed to the enlarged moon and North clapped his hands happily. An image formed on the moon, a thin boy with a knife in his hand. The smile melted from North's boy turned around so his face was shown, the guardians gasped. It was Jack. The image of Jack brought the knife to his arm and began to carve letters. The image displayed his hand and the words, "Help me" was shown on the pale flesh. The guardians wept, voicing the same question, "Does Jack cut himself?"
In a blink of an eye the moon returned to its normal size. The guardians raced up the stairs and North kicked down the door to Jack's room. Tooth sobbed, "Jack?"
Tbc? First story here dont kill me lol srry for spelling grammar ect im only human and my phone is not a super computer lol erm review?