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Jack landed angrily on his lake. He was frustrated and confused. He did not understand why the Guardians were so furious with him. Jack kicked a nearby rock and sent it flying into a tree.

Fine. It wasn't like it mattered that much if he was a Guardian or not. So they hated him. So what? Jack didn't care. He was fine being alone. He was alone before and he could be alone now. He would be just fine by himself.

Jack gripped his staff tighter, frustrated at the tears that threatened to fall. He refused to cry. It wasn't that big of a deal that the Guardians didn't want him anymore. It wasn't.

But as the first tear slipped past his defenses, Jack's shoulders slumped in defeat and his stubborn expression gave way to an anguished one. He dropped to the floor and pulled his knees to his chest.

He could not understand why the Guardians had acted they way they did towards him. Perhaps they had gotten tired of him. They had never bothered to get to know Jack for three-hundred years. He wasn't worth it. They believed him to be a useless troublemaker and, now that they actually knew him, their belief was proved true. Jack decided that that was probably it. He was no good. They hated him.

And, sometimes, Jack hated himself. He must have done something terribly wrong to have so many people hate him, so many unable to even see him. He must be a horrible person to be given three-hundred years of loneliness for punishment.

Jack pulled his knees closer and buried his face in his arms. He had believed, he had really believed, that he had finally had a family. He finally had people that actually cared about him. But that was gone. And he felt so absolutely alone. He had no one. It was even worse this time because he had something to compare to the overwhelming loneliness.

The familiar sound of a rabbit hole opening came from in front of Jack. He hurriedly wiped away his tears and pulled himself to his feet.

A moment later, the Guardian of Hope jumped out of the hole.

Bunny glared at him. "So what, we kicked out of the Guardians and now you're throwing a temper tantrum by making massive storms all over?"

Jack stared at for a second before answering, "What?" He glanced around? Storms? There wasn't even a light snowfall and the sky was clear.

But Bunny was angrily continuing. "Don't try and pretend it wasn't you. No else can cause those storms."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand why you guys keep accusing me of these things."

Bunny was about to continue, but there was something in Jack's voice that made him pause. Was that... desperation he heard? From Jack Frost? It was then that Bunny noticed how miserable Jack looked. His eyes were red and his shoulders were slumped.

A hint of doubt began to stir in Bunny. It wasn't just Jack's appearance that was bothering him; it was fact that there were no storms in this area. They were happening all over the world, storms that only Jack could cause. But why weren't they happening here? And why did Bunny, now that his anger had subsided and he was thinking more clearly, get the sense that Jack was genuinely confused by their accusations.

Bunny was just opening his mouth to say something when he heard the crack beneath his feet. The last thing Bunny saw before he plunged beneath the surface of the icy lake was Jack's shocked face.

"Bunny!" Jack bolted forward and slammed his staff down on the edge of the hole. Ice shot out from the lake and threw Bunny out of the water. Jack was just about to go see if he was alright when he felt something slam into him.

Jack slammed into a tree and his opponent sauntered up to him as he pulled himself out of his dazed state. Jack quickly scrambled to his feet and came face to face with... himself?

"Woah." Jack stared in shock as the other version of him smirked.


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