Hey guys! Guess what? I found an old story on my laptop and decided to upload it! Yay! I touched it up a bit and although I know it's not perfect, I don't think it's… that bad… I don't know, I'll let you decide for yourself, but please. This is my first story (and I had some technical difficulty at the beginning) and I have no experience with flames, but please: bite your tongue and restrain yourself, children. I appreciate constructive criticism, but unhappy comments will get me and you nowhere. That said, I would LOVE some reviews! So if you're feeling nice… Just pop a smiley face down there! That's all I'm asking for: a smiley. Alrighty, guys, ENJOY!

Oh, and: *I don't own Jack Frost (Dreamworks) or Jeff the Killer (I'm honestly not sure, but I can certainly tell you I don't have a mind quite twisted enough to think up something like that)*


Jack Frost grinned as he hurled another snowball at Jamie Bennett, who took it square in the forehead, and dramatically fell down onto his back with an oof into the snow of his front yard. Jack burst into laughter, leaning his hands on his knees for support.

Jamie's face flushed red a little and he bent down, balling a snowball into his hands, and thrust it at Jack, but it fell short, causing Jack to laugh even harder and fall into the snow himself.

"Nice fail," he chuckled, but before he knew it, Jamie was on top of him and trying to stuff snow down his hoodie.

Jack smirked and pulled Jamie's hat off, stuffing it with snow, but before Jack could give his ten-year-old best friend the snow-beating of his life, a girl walked into the road from across the road and called to them. "Jamie!"

Jamie looked up and smiled. "Oh, hey, Pippa," he greeted, standing up. "What's wrong?"

Pippa frowned and pulled at her purple nightgown. "I thought I heard you guys out here." She glanced at Jack and said, "Hi, Jack," with a small smile.

Jack stood up and the boys met the young girl at the sidewalk. Jack grinned and playfully nuggied her head. "What's up with interrupting our game, Lil' Lady?"

Pippa backed away and smoothed her red bob, still frowning despite Jack's efforts. Jack's smile faded. Was something actually wrong or did they just catch her in a bad mood?

Pippa crossed her arms over her chest and motioned to Jamie's house. "Why aren't you guys inside? There's a curfew, remember?"

Jamie blinked and checked the orange and purple sky above his head. He bit his bottom lip. "Yeah, I did forget…," he mumbled. He gave Pippa a smile, saying, "Thanks, but you didn't have to walk out in your P.J.s for us, you know."

Pippa shrugged. "I just don't want to see you dead in your front yard," she said with an uncomfortable laugh.

Jack's brow knit together. "Whoa, wait. What do you mean "dead"?" he asked, stepping into their conversation.

Jamie turned his head to Jack. "An entire family was murdered, like, last week sometime and the killer's led a trail coming towards us, so they put a curfew on Burgess for safety," he explained. "Everyone has to be inside by 7:00." Jamie smiled at Pippa, and added, "Pippa was just making sure that, well, we didn't get murdered, I guess."

Pippa nodded, blushing. "I, um, think I'm gonna go back inside now… It's, uh… cold…" She quickly started walking back to her house, then turned back with a wave. "Bye, guys!" she called.

Jack and Jamie watched her walk back inside before Jack grinned and nudged Jamie. "She likes you."

Jamie's eyes grew wide and he blushed. "No she doesn't! She… she just wanted to make sure we were okay!"

"Because she likes you," he smirked.

Jamie groaned and trudged back through his snow-covered yard to his house, a mocking Jack following close behind.

A rush of warm air and light greeted them when they walked through the front door, and Jamie went straight to the pantry and pulled out two packets of instant hot-chocolate.

"Hey, you wanna turn on the news for me?" Jamie asked Jack as he dumped the packets' insides into two glass mugs.

Jack, earning an eye roll from Jamie, awkwardly floated/dragged himself to the living room's TV set using his staff as one leg, and pushed the power button where it flickered to life. The screen showed an attractive, female reporter sitting at her usual news desk with text below her that read: "OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE."

Jack scowled. "Come on, you don't want to watch this," he groaned, pointing at the TV with his Shepherd's Crook. "This is boring. Let's watch SpongeBob or something instead."

Jamie stuck the two mugs into the microwave for two minutes. "No, I want to watch this."

Jack groaned even louder. "Whhhhhhyyyyyyyy? The news is so… boring!" he complained, wrinkling his nose.

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Whether or not you care, I want to know everything I can about this killer so I can- oh, I don't know- survive?"

Jack mimicked Jamie's voice eight octaves too high and rolled his eyes, but slumped onto the couch to watch the broadcast anyway.

It honestly wasn't very boring, where it mostly consisted of an interview with a young boy who apparently survived an attack from the alleged killer. "He said, "Go to sleep", and I screamed. That's what sent him at me," the boy explained, tears streaming down his face. "He pulled out a knife, aiming for my heart and… a-and lunged at me." The boy put his face in his hands and sobbed loudly.

Jack cringed at the boy's depressed actions. It was his job to make sure kids stayed happy with a fun childhood; he didn't like hearing about when their lives weren't.

"You sure you want to watch this? 'Cause I'm still up for SpongeBob, if you are," Jack told Jamie without taking his eyes from the screen.

"Yup. I haven't really sat down and watched any of this, and I want to see if… Ooh! Hey, it's coming on!" he cheered, taking a small sip of his hot chocolate.

The screen was back on the news lady while the boy's interview was minimized to the top right corner. "This just in," the lady announced. "A person fitting the description of the still-at-large killer was sighted in downtown Burgess today, so make sure to lock your doors tonight, audience; it'll be a rough one. This has been your evening news, and stayed tuned for a new episode of…"

The reporter's voice seemed to fade away and Jamie's face lost all of its color. "My mom won't get home until later and Sophie's at a friend's house… I… I'm all alone tonight…" he murmured to himself.

Jack and Jamie were both silent for a few minutes, the only sound being the occasional slurp from Jack's hot chocolate mug. Jack finally broke the silence, using his staff to help him stand up. "Hey, don't worry about it. What are the chances that he's going to show up at your house tonight, huh?" Jack encouraged, putting down his now-empty mug. "You are one house, out of one neighborhood, out of God knows how many in Burgess, right? What are the chances that, if he even goes to a house tonight, that it's going to be yours?"

Jamie's face lifted up. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Then they both went back to watching the news, which wasn't actually the news anymore but a few new episodes of "What Would You Do?" but Jack's mind stayed on the killer. There was something unnerving about this guy to Jack, however. He couldn't place what it was, but he didn't want to tell Jamie; he was already really freaked out.

After a while, Jamie yawned and checked the living room's wall clock: 8:34. Had they really watched TV for over an hour and a half without noticing?

He yawned again, and Jack chuckled. "Sounds like someone needs to go to bed."

Jamie blinked heavily. "Yeah, I probably should… I've got school tomorrow…"

Jack grinned. "Not if I have anything to say about it, you won't," Jack boasted, playing with a snowflake between his fingers.

Jamie laughed, but it was interrupted by another long yawn. He sighed and curled up on the couch.

"Oh no, you don't," Jack said, pulling him back up by his arm. "Come on, let's go upstairs, Kiddo."

Jamie, eyes closed, nodded and started to shuffle up the stairs, Jack flying ahead with his Shepherd's Crook in tow.

Not bothering to change into his P.J.s, Jamie climbed into his bed, jeans and all, once they got up to his room, immediately closing his eyes.

Jack grinned and turned off the lights, slowly shutting the door while singing in the creepiest voice he could muster:

"Relax and close your eyes,

Don't say a peep,

Or else a killer's gonna come and say,

"GO TO SLEEP"."

Jamie, eyes still closed, furrowed his brow, muttering, "You're… a butt… Jack…" As soon as he finished talking, his soft snores could be heard even from the doorway and Jack chuckled, closing the door all the way.

He sighed and went to Sophie's room through her window, and then out into the black night sky. He smiled and closed his eyes, loving the brisk, cold air rushing past his face. Anyone would think that after flying for over three hundred years, he'd get tired of the familiar feeling of the wind through his bright, white hair, but those people are dumb. Why would he ever get tired of it? He was flying! No one else in the world could do that!

…Well, except for Tooth, Sandy, and North, if you count the sleigh.

Jack grinned even wider and flew faster, the heavying pressure of going against the wind pushing against his skinny body. He was picking up more and more speed before something made him falter.

Jack suddenly opened his eyes. What… what was that? Still flying, he bent his head towards his body, looking back at his blue hoodie just in time to see something wooly-looking and white fall from his pocket and get carried away by the wind.

It took Jack a moment to realize that it was Jamie's hat. He must've stuffed it into his pocket when Pippa showed up, when he was going to shove the snow into his hat then on his head back at the snowball fight.

He immediately zoomed back down and caught the free-falling trapper hat, then tucked it safely back into his hoodie pocket, careful to make sure that it wouldn't fall out this time. He sighed, looking back at the small dots of light that were Burgess, realizing he would have to fly all the way back at a slower speed, therefore taking more time, and… Ah, who cares? He'll just hold onto it tightly.

With that, he flew off back into the night sky.


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Goodbye for now, my friends!