Well, guys a plot bunny attacked me and it made me write a crack fic. So here you go, hope you enjoy.
Summery:The Guardian Rulebook- here are the Rules of the Guardians. By reading this you are agreeing to never discuss these books contents, or the stories behind each rule. Once the book is closed the incidents mentioned inside are never to be spoken of again.
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As we go through life their are a lot of things we learn. Sometimes we learn those lessons in absolutely hilarious ways, the kind that make excellent stories. The Guardians have been around for a long time. What types of stories do they have?
Warnings: mentions of canonical death, drunkenness, cruelty to a child.
I do not own Rise of the Guardians, and I have no money, so please don't sue me.
"North?" an annoyed Jack Frost called as he walked into the deserted globe room at the North Pole. "North I got your signal, what's the problem. You know that this is my busy season! You interrupted the biggest snowball fight New York has ever seen. If this is some kind of joke…" he broke off as he spotted the other guardians standing around a table looking at him. "Oh hey, guys. What's up?"
"You've been a guardian for almost a year, right mate?" Bunnymund asked, though he already knew the answer. North moved away from the group, going to his office, and shutting the door.
Jack looked over at North's closed office door in confusion as he answered. "Yes…"
Tooth took over at this point. "We thought it was about time to let you in on some of the secrets that come with being a guardian."
North returned at this point, carrying the book that Jack had seen the others looking over the time he had gotten injured last summer. He carefully hid the fact that he had seen it before, as this was defiantly something he should not have known about. North placed the book down on the table, and then put his large hand over it, leaning over the table so he could look down on Jack. "Jack Frost, do you swear not to reveal any of the information that you learn from this book? Do you swear not to repeat anything that you are told today?"
Jack suddenly realized that this was serious, and nodded solemnly, saying, "I do."
North grinned, removing his hand from the book. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he said when Jack didn't move, "go on, and look at it!" So Jack did.
It was an old book, its red cover slightly faded. The gold lettering on the front, which said, the Guardian Rulebook, was still brightly visible. The letters shimmered slightly as Jack picked it up, looking it all over. the first page had a introduction scrawled on it in faded ink. Jack leaned forward, trying to read it.
Beyond this page are the Rules of the Guardians of Childhood. By reading this page, you are swearing not to reveal the information you find herein. If you continue past this point, it is with the knowledge that revealing the information herein, you must face the consicqences. The contents is never to be spoken of, except when this book is before you. Guard the secrets within this book with your life, and you will find many secrets.
When he looked up at the others curiously, North started to explain. "This book contains all of the lessons we have learned in our long lives." Here he looked sheepish, "these are not always lessons that are easily learned. In fact, learning them is usually long and difficult, not to mention embarrassing."
Bunnymund stepped forward then. "We're trusting you with these stories," he glared at the boy distrustfully, "and if I find out that you repeated the things we tell you to anyone, you will wish that you had never even heard of the guardians." The two glared at each other for a few minutes. North laughed loudly, "Well, let's begin! After all, it will be lots of fun to tell these stories. Let's start with the time that…
JACKFROST*TOOTHFAIRY*EASTERBUNNY*SANTACLAUS*SANDMAN*
Later, Jack was flying in wind, back towards his little pond. North had offered him a room at the North Pole for the night, but Jack had declined, saying that there was something he had to do. Jack looked around, making sure that no one in the area could see him, and then pulled a dark shape out of his pocket. In his hand was the small black recorder that he had borrowed from Jamie.
With a grin, Jack moved on, hiding the machine again. The others had only said that he couldn't repeat what he heard, they had said nothing about recording it. He grinned, didn't Jamie have that friend who wrote fanifiction?
Yes, I put myself in the story! this is going to be a collection of short, humorous points in the guardians lives together, and how sometimes things go wrong in funny ways. I've got a few ideas, but if you have any suggestions, please feel free to send them to me, and I will try to work them in.