(A.N. This is my first Fanfic ever so please be gentle)
Things were finally back to normal, all childeren went happily believing in the gaurdians once more, and this time, even in Jack Frost. So why did he feel... Guilt? The words Pitch told him haunted him, because he understood better than anyone how much it hurts to not be seen or believed in. Jack closed his eyes trying to dismiss the inner conflict. It had been over a year ago, so why should he still care? A thundering voice interrupted his thoughts and caused him to shoot up straight. Santa dove right above him with a new ridable, airplane-toy he had been working on.
"WHOOOOOOOOOO"
Jack couldn't help but smirk and snort at the scene. Santa was pinched into the small aircraft and he was having a blast, so why not join in? Jack kicked up into the air with his staff and grabbed hold of the tail and changed the direction completely. "VERE DID YOU POINT UZ?" Santa breathlessly asked "HAaha! You'll see Gramps~"
The plane crashed into a pile of freshly painted nutcrackers, making the underpaid worker whine as it made its way to the closed doors "WOAH-" Santa gasped as he realized they were going to crash into the shut doors. "WIND!" Jack called at the last second, and an hard artic wind blew open the large doors.
"Zat vas close! Hope you are vering your seatbelt!" Santa joked with a hearty chuckle, though that joke was starting to get quite old. Jack flew high into the sky laughing as the old man crashed into a pile of snow. The plane flew all directions and the parts buried themselves all around. Santa raised himself up and wiped his soot-covered face. "Perhaps not safest toy for kids." He admitted with his knuckles to his hips, both Jack and santa laughed in agreement. Things were so peaceful, even the Bunny Rabbit had been pretty chill, even if he did throw around a few sassy remarks at Jack every now and then. His staff in hand, he gently floated up to a treebranch and plucked a golden leaf which slowly froze beneith his fingertips.
Santa was working inside for the upcoming Christmas next month, and he hadent really seen anyone else, except Sandman of course. The moon hung overhead and sandman's golden dust sparkled as the breeze guided it to its destination. Jack jumped up a few more branches and lifted his hand, feeling the warm sand slip though his fingers. Memories of Pitch entered his mind as the sand slipped away. The darkness in Pitch's soul.. It must have come from somewhere.. Squinting, he looked up at the moon, as if the answers would magically appear. Why was he feeling so absolutely guilty? Why couldn't he get pitch out of his head? Shaking his head, he decided to just go into town and have some fun, after all, fun was his center and always helped him feel better.
Jack jumped roof to roof laughing and leaving ice-trails behind him and he created icicles and even a few snow men. Then he went to the place he loved the most and slid down, peering through the glass window. Jamie was sound asleep, and drawings of Jack and the other gaurdians littered his wall. A warm smile spread on Jack's face as he pressed his hand on the window. Then Jack's heart froze as he saw one picture... Jack was standing victoriously over a dark figure he knew all too well. Though that should have made him happy, it just brung back that itching guilt that had been eating away at him for a while. The window crackled as it turned to ice and distorted the inside of the room. "Wind.. Take me to pitch" He said in almost a whisper.
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