A Not-so-Nice Visit
Hey world! I would just like to say that this is my first ever fanfic, and I am still trying to learn the process of writing. I appreciate all reviews, even if they are as simple as, 'don't write another word and go back to kindergarten to learn how to write.' I hope my writing isn't that bad… :S Anyways, if you have any ideas for stories, I will be up to the challenge!
-Grace
Chapter 1- A Trip To The Warren
It has been nearly one year since the fall of Pitch Black. Since the rise of a new guardian, Jack Frost. Since a boy who had been alone for 3 agonizing centuries found a family. The Guardians enjoyed the start of a new age of peace and light, which would probably last for at least a century or two. Christmas had been extraordinary that year. The gifts were bigger and better than ever before, and even the children who had managed to find their way to the naughty list found a gift beneath the tree. Tooth got her fairies back and she returned to cheerfully commanding the little bird-like beings to collect children's teeth, in return for a shiny coin. The sandman continued his journeys around the globe, spreading his shimmery golden dream sand to the children throughout the world. The Easter Bunny contented himself with preparing for spring. Jack Frost, well, he did what he did best. He brought winter and snowball fights to the parts of the world that called for a white winter wonderland. He found joy in watching, and often times participating in, epic snow wars and fort building, especially in the little town of Burgess. There, a small group of children believed in him. They waited anxiously for Jacks visits throughout that winter, hoping that he would bring them snow days and fun. And he did.
Jack decided out of boredom to visit his good friend, the Easter Kangaroo. It was against his better judgment to go to the warren when it was so close to Easter (A week to be exact), but the teen flew off in the wind anyways. Jack soared high above the clouds where it was cooler and lacked obstacles like trees and city skyscrapers. He watched as the sunrise turned the clouds a rosy color and the sky changed from navy to a soft baby blue.
The wind slowly brought Jack down to the ground. The warm Australian air wrapped itself uncomfortably around his body. Jack stuffed a hand in his pocket, finding two portal snow globes that he snatched from North's office a few days back. Jack grinned while he tossed a sphere at a nearby tree and stepped through the portal.
The Easter Bunny's warren was buzzing with life and activity. Brightly colored eggs marched in large groups across the land of eternal spring. Waterfalls of egg dyes cascaded left and right bringing the eggs a wide variety of colors to decorate themselves with. It was all very exciting, but Jack found more interest in the slate colored lump of fur in the center of the warren.
Bunny sat peacefully in the center of his warren hand painting select eggs to add a special touch. After last years incident with the Boogieman, he had to work extra hard to make this years Easter incredible. He needed to regain quite a few believers. The bunny looked down at the masterpiece he had created. The egg depicted an open field housing cheery wildflowers. A couple of pink and orange butterflies speckled a vibrant blue sky. He gently set the egg down in a basket filled nearly to the brim. The pooka smiled to him self as he reached out to grab the basket, but a slight rustling behind him froze his arm in midair. A cool draft tickled the fur on the back of his neck. Jack Frost. 'Why did he have to come now?' he thought to himself. 'Why not a day or two after Easter?'
Just then, a snowball hit the giant bunny in the center of his back, coating a patch of his fur with snow. The Bunny huffed before spinning around and shouting, "Jack! How many times must I tell ya, not to bug meh when it's almost Easter?"
When he looked in front of him, he saw nothing but the green grass and flowers. Where was that show pony? And how did he get here? He heard a small snicker and he whipped his head to the direction of the noise. But once again he saw nothing. The bunny grumbled to himself.
"Hey kangaroo!" The all to familiar voice shouted. The bunny turned around only to be greeted by a snowball to the face. Jack laughed until his chest ached. The bunny, however, simply started at him in anger and disbelief.
"Jack, Ahm gonna kill ya!" he yelled. Jack took this as his queue and he shot up into the air, where he was out of the bunny warrior's grasp. Jack smiled as he positioned himself into a laying position while levitating above the pooka's head. "Jack! Quit buggin' me and for the last time, Ahm NOT a kangaroo!"
"Sorry! I'm board!" Jack shouted back, with a smirk on his face. Bunnymund groaned walking back to his basket. Just then, Jack got an idea. Jack was begging for a chase. He raised his staff and took aim at the pooka's giant feet. A trail of ice flew out of his staff, but it veered off to the right a smidge, missing the target. Jack looked down to find that the basket of freshly painted eggs was frozen inside an ice cube. "Oops!"
If looks could kill, then Jack was a thousand times dead. Bunny's eyes seemed to flash red and he was boiling with anger. Jack pretended that there was steam coming out of his long ears, making him have to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing. The Easter bunny leapt as high as he could and grabbed the boy's ankle and slamming him into the ground. Jack winced a bit, but he didn't hurt all that bad.
"Get out!" Bunny growled. His stare at Jack was fierce and quite terrifying. Jack took a step back as a sudden fear of what Bunny might do took hold. "Are ya deaf? Get the bloody H**l out!"
Jack reached into his pocket and grabbed a snow globe, but he obviously was not quick enough for the bunny, who shouted "Oh, wait, your not deaf, you're just extremely stupid! Yeah, that's it! I mean why else would you come here before Easter you self-centered little show pony!"
Jack froze. He could stand being called stupid (Although it still stung a bit), but not self-centered. He was anything but that. He had spent 3 agonizing centuries alone, caring for children, and he gained almost nothing for it. The children he played with didn't reward him with their wholehearted beliefs like they do with the guardians. He was not self-centered!
Jack turned with a pained expression glazed over his face. The bunny hit hard. He opened the portal and entered, without looking back.