Finals are starting tomorrow T_T wish me luck plz

I felt sore and tired. My body was not built to be the way I have forced it to be; even if only parts of it. Still, I didn't stop. The world around me was cruel enough, and I was already distant as it was. I don't need everyone around me to hate me more than they already do.

Besides, I might come out of a scrap with my 'additional' appendages missing if they knew, so I stayed under my cloak, and later, my hoodie as well. It wasn't as concealing as I would've liked on its own, so I still held onto the old, ragged thing and wore it over the hoodie. I hated shoes, but I wore large boots anyway. My anatomy was... different than who they had been meant for, but I forced my foot and leg in there anyway. It hurt, but it helped me to hide, so I dealt with it.

An old piece of twine tied down the two particular fluffs on my head. Where it wrapped around them, it left a ring of matted fur and raw, irritated flesh. I hated it. I wore it anyway, the twine wrapping around my neck in the front.

All that was ever able to remind me what I was was the white of my hair and the blue of my eyes, that remained unchanged between forms; just as vibrant and clean.

Once, long ago, I had heard of another like myself. I tried to meet him, a dull hope having swelled in my chest despite myself. As a small pessimistic part of me expected, they were dashed. His words had been barbed as though fashioned from a rose's thorns and filled with the stinging poison of anger and hatred.

I drifted for awhile after that. Did my job when it was needed, and not much else. When I finally got back into the swing of things, it had been nearing the end of the century. Nothing significant had happened, aside from my most recent run-in. An ordinary moment I often expected. It had become so routine that I found myself mutely excusing from the fight. They couldn't hit me anymore. They couldn't catch me anymore. I guess they got bored since that had been the last time I'd seen them.

Then... the Guardians. Pitch. Believers. The Oath. And... hope. Al over again. It happened faster than I could remember. I was suddenly part of a group; a team. It had been strange at first and still is; less so now, though.

Santoff Clausen had become like a second home. On my off days, I would be found roaming around there, if not elsewhere. It took some warming up to, but the yetis didn't seem to my presence and the elves had no trouble with tailing me around, waddling here and there with their lights and... miscellaneous.

I didn't mind sticking around during the meetings; the other Guardians were nice enough. There was still a heavy defensive feeling weighing in my chest and pulling me to and fro, and I found myself unwilling to share my truth with them. Bunny made me particularly nervous. I could... smell it on him. Wouldn't he be able to smell it on me? I felt nervous every time I came around him. He was always suspicious somehow, and always paying rather close attention to the happenings around him. Be it his acute hearing, or sensitive nose, or even just instinct... It was hard to hide from him.

As much as I'd like to think sharing this part of me with them would be relieving, a weight off my chest, I'm ashamed. Did it matter if I was like Bunny? I might just be some freak hybrid. No, I won't tell them. Least, not yet, if ever. If I had the absolute choice in this?

I will take this part of me to my grave, and no one will ever know it had existed.

Does anyone else really like Pooka!Jack? I might continue this but for now it's a one-shot.