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Summary: How Jack Frost died...
It twitched, again, and Jack just couldn't help himself. Every time he saw it he became obsessed. He had dreams about it; how it would feel agains his skin, how it would move in his grasp. All cognitive thought left his head as soon as the rabbit entered the room, and all Jack could ever focus on was IT.
Finally, one cold Tuesday, about three months before Christmas, and at the final Guardians Meeting before rush, Jack snapped.
All it took was a slight lull in conversation, where the lack of noise allowed Jacks mind to wander, and his fate was sealed. Bunnymund shifted, causing it to twitch. Jack reached out, despite the frantic flailing of the other Guardians trying to stop him, and grabbed it.
E. Aster Bunnymunds tail...
Jack's funeral was held the following Tuesday.