Disclaimer: I don't own RotG
"JACK!" You bellowed, slamming a bowl of chips on the coffee table. The Winter Spirit practically jumped out of his seat and frowned. He was sitting on the sofa staring at the computer screen.
"Who writes this stuff!?" He almost wailed, pointing to the screen. He was on your mac, reading the fanfictions. "It makes me embarrassed to be this handsome!" He pouted, and ran a hand through his silvery white hair.
"People write it." You mutter. "Why were you looking at my stuff!?"
"Well, it was right there. . ." he gestured to the laptop frantically, staring in dismay at the fan fiction on the screen. "What is all of this!? It seems like I'm making out with every girl out on the planet! And worse-!"
"Look on the bright side, More people believe in you now" You turn the TV on and start channel surfing, punching the buttons violently. You really had no reason to be embarrassed that he was reading the fanfictions but. . .
"But still!" He whined. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is to read!?" He ranted. He sounded distressed, but his childish tone made it difficult to take him seriously.
"Hmph. I knew about you long before that stupid movie came out." You sniffed, stuffing your hand in the chip bowl.
"So-!?" He stood up and started to twirl his staff around dangerously close to the cabinet with your mother's fine china.
"Uh Jack-" You said, standing up as well. "You're gonna-"
"Oh, oops." He said carelessly, and stared out the window. He sighed, and made a beeline to the door. "I gotta go, North wants me." And with that, he stepped out the door and flew off with the wind. It took you a moment to understand, but when you saw the Northern Lights in the sky. it made sense. You couldn't help but to smile. Oh boy, what did Jack do this time?
If only you knew.
"What do you want North?" Jack asked lightly, poking an elf with the end of his staff. "I swear I didn't do it." he was back in the North Pole standing in front of the Guardians who arranged themselves in a semicircle around him. There was North, a big jolly man with a white beard and a thick Russian accent, Sandy, a short innocent looking young person who appeared to be made of golden sand, the Easter Rabbit, a tall lean and very muscular rabbit with an Australian accent, and The Tooth Fairy, fluttering around like a hummingbird with her brilliantly colored feathers.
"That's not the point Jack." Tooth said, looking distressed. "There's-" North cut her off, and exhaled loudly.
"The children are in danger again." He said, sweeping a hand aside to gesture towards the globe in the center of the workshop. There were small lights on them, each one indicating a believer.
"What!?" Jack cried out, staring North in disbelief. "But we just defeated Pitch!"
"Then he's back." The Easter Rabbit said, twirling his boomerang in his hand. "And madder than ever." Sandy nodded seriously.
"What's he doing this time?" Jack asked, twirling around and making a ring of frost on the floor. "Giving children too many good dreams?"
"Jack!" Tooth snapped. "This is serious!" Jack turned to Tooth with a surprised look on his face. She had never raised her voice to Jack. "He's doing something even worse-" She leaned forward so that she was face to face with Jack. Their noses were nearly touching- "He's killing them!" As soon as she said that, the entire workshop fell silent - the yetis had stopped hammering away at the toys, and the elves had shut up for once.
"Tooth-" North said sharply. her face was turning red in a mixture of grief, anger and something else. North pulled her back slowly.
Jack meanwhile stood there dumbly, his feet glued to the floor. "No, no- he's what?" He was turning even paler than normal, and turned to the globe. "He's killing-?" It took a moment to finally register, and he turned to North. "North, we have to stop him-"
"No!" North grabbed Jack's sleeve as he started to lift off the floor "We don't even know if it's Pitch!"
"Let go North!" Jack yelled and yanked his arm away, flying to the opening in the roof.
"Frost!" Bunnymund barked. "Get back here!" Jack stopped, and turned around slowly. An icy gust of wind blew into the workshop and his blue eyes shone dangerously.
"For three centuries." He started. "For three centuries, no one could see me. Three centuries. No one believed in me. I will not anyone or anything hurt those children who believe." he pointed to the globe again. "Then again, I guess you wouldn't remember what it feels like to be invisible. The Children have believed in you for so many years!" And then he was gone.
For the longest moment, the workshop remained silent. Then Tooth broke the silence.
"Is Jack going to be ok?"
No one answered.
"And once again, the victims were covered in ice. Police will not release their names but-"
You turned the TV off. It seemed that every station was talking about the recent deaths again. The details were sketchy. There seemed to be no connection that the police could make about the victims. It seemed to be all random. The only things they could pick up was that all the victims were female and that they died of cold. Nothing else seemed to connect.
How scary, you thought. Was someone doing this to them? Without thinking, you went upstairs and entered the warzone that was you bedroom. Then, as you were locking your window, you caught sight of a person in a blue hoodie shuffling down the path to a lake nearby.
Jack? What's he doing here?