3| ▲ The Jack of All Trades ▼
It's odd.
Small bubbles froth up from underneath him and float up towards the black, reach-less sky.
It is terribly odd.
He isn't sure when he first notices it, but no one can doubt that he does notice it: he is falling.
At first, he thinks he is dreaming an odd dream, a dream which he will not remember when he awakens the following morning. In fact, it actually feels like a lucid dream because he can feel nothing. He can see nothing. And he can hear absolutely-
Nothing.
The bubbles appear to multiply suddenly and he feels them tickle the surface of his skin. It irritates him for a moment until he realizes: 'Well, at least now I can feel something.'
'Who is the "I" in this predicament anyways?'
Jackson O. Burgess, a quiet voice whispers at the back of his mind.
Well, quite frankly, he already knew that. Perhaps, he didn't ask the appropriate question.
'Why am "I" in this predicament?'
There is no answer.
Well, bloody great. Wasn't everything just chipper and fun?
Fun...
"We're just going to have a little fun..."
"PIPPA!" he shouts, no he screeches, as sudden realization dawns on him like a late-night terror.
The darkness around him swirls suddenly, morphing into a typhoon of circulating water. The small bouts of bubble mimic the tendrils of water and begin dancing around him madly, until they completely fill his vision. Soon, all he can see are sheen-coated bubbles; and all he can hear are popping sounds in the distance.
And while this is all happening, he is sinking faster, faster, faster. The vortex of liquidity swallows his entire being, its unforgiving tendrils pulling him down, down, down. Worst of all, the ocean of aqua around him is rapidly filling his lungs.
He can not breathe. He can not speak. He can not fight the oncoming fate of...drowning.
But, as the fear builds up in his slowly beating chest, he realizes that he has nothing to worry about for Pippa, his beloved sister, is safe. He doesn't know exactly how the realization dawns on him. It just does. His fear for her dissipates. Yet...
The fear for his own fate remains intact.
He needs to try one more time. He needs to try to survive for his family. For Pippa. For himself...
...
..
.
Jackson Burgess awoke, fingertips stretching upwards towards the pale ceiling, in a state of utter confusion. He thrashed around wildly in his wake, fighting against some unknown, unseen, undefeatable force. After a moment of this horrid thrashing, he laid still. Just, perfectly still.
And suddenly - almost miraculously, he lips parted and he took in a deep breath of air and opened his glistening eyes.
"Wha-" Jackson blurbed uncomprehendingly as he quickly pulled himself up into a sitting position. His confusion wasn't exactly unreasonable. He was surrounded by absolutely unrecognizable surroundings after all. To be honest though, he found his peculiar surroundings rather calming. It was odd.
Re-scanning the room with curious eyes, Jackson realized that he was in a bedroom and that he was evidently lying on a bed. The bed was odd... and unusually soft - a little bit too soft for his liking. Placed right next to the said bed was a very odd looking stool. An on that very odd looking stool sat a very odd looking... thing.
He jumped off of the soft bed and crouched next to the stool, observing the odd contraption placed on top of it. It held the appearance - well, the shape - of a flower. Actually, now that he looked closely, the object looked like an umbrella stuffed perpendicularly inside a porcelain vase. Inside the umbrella-shaped part sat a pear-shaped glass... thingy.
Jackson gingerly tapped on the object with the tip of his finger with innocent curiosity. However, much to his shock, the pear-shaped glass tube suddenly brimmed with light. Shouting in surprise at the sudden brightness, he jumped backwards, accidentally kicking the down the stall and, in turn, knocking down the odd object also. The odd object, upon 'alighting' on the ground, shattered into over a dozen pieces. The resulting, resounding noise of the fallen object echoed through the blue-pasted room loudly; and it continued to echo through the room, not heeding to Jackson's wincing expression.
"Bollocks!" the young Burgess swore loudly as he chuckled slightly. "Today is by far not going well at all..." He stood up suddenly, stretching out his arms as his light gaze traveled around the room, the broken object having been forgotten. "Now... where am I...?"
Momentarily pausing at the sound of howling and whistling, Jackson found his gaze trailing towards a window left ajar. The window was evidently of French-origin, swinging open loosely like a door rather than being pulled up in a more English-like manner.
The glass-pane creaked back and forth slowly in a rhythmic almost hypnotic pattern by soft spurts of wind. However, Jackson found the echoing sounds of the swaying window rather disturbing and briskly moved forward to close it. As he did this, he noticed that lying just beyond the crooked-window was a tundra of searing white.
Crystal-like diamonds rained outside of Jackson's window like the poisoned daggers of a dancing assassin. Dots of white flakes accompanied the daggers of ice in a tango, swirling around and around and around.
And..it was... strangely alluring.
He extended his fingertips out of the window and allowed his hand to be battered by the blizzard. Strangely enough however, the bouts of hail and snow did not reach his thin fingertips. In fact, the appeared to dance around then like luminescent butterflies.
Jack.
Jackson jerked back and looked around the room alarmed.
Jack, what's wrong? Won't you come out and play...?
Jackson slowly turned his gaze to the world outside of the window and for a moment he thought he saw a smile appear in the blowing winds.
Oh god. Was he going mad like the members of the Thitchten family? Well... Going insane actually sounded sort of...fun...
Oh god. He was going insane.
Stepping back quickly, he hastily closed the window and hatched it on to its lock. He then slowly glanced through the window once more and, much to his relief, saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"Blimey, there's quite a blizzard outside." Jackson muttered. "I bet mum and dad are worried sick." He chuckled slightly as he pictured how infuriated his parents would look when he returned home.
Wait a minute, was he even going to return home? Where the hell was he, anyways? A-And...
He felt a wave of depression sweep over him, followed by a wave of guilt.
Tears pricked at his eyes.
W-Where was Pippa? More importantly, how could he forget about her?
She was literally just with him a couple of moments ago when they were still on top of the ice. On top of the ice... No, he had fallen through the ice. And he had nearly drowned with Pippa's screams echoing through his clouded mind. So... why wasn't he dead? Who had saved him?
A buzzing sound suddenly reverberated by his left ear, causing him to twitch back and swat at his head. His hand suddenly brushed against something soft and feathery, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
"Eep!" he screeched suddenly as he swatted madly around his head and ran around the room like a lunatic. "Off! Off! Off! GET OFFFOFFFOFF OF MEEEE!"
Allow me to state the obvious: Jackson wasn't very fond of bugs. In fact, he despised them... Well, he actually feared them. Whenever he would get near one, an odd fluttering feeling would fill his stomach and a chilling crawling feeling would run up his back. And after he would encounter one, he would run around screaming bloody murder until it stopped "attacking" him. Like now, for instance.
"BLOODY GOD DAMNED MURDER!" Jackson screeched as he leapt on top of the soft bed in an attempt to get the "insect" off of his trail. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" The buzzing sound however, continued to banter him regardless of his pleadings. "Blast! Blast! Blast!"
Baby Tooth stared in confusion at Jack Frost as he scampered around the room like a crazy mad man. Every time she attempted to get near him, he would swat her away and run into a different corner of the room. She didn't understand at all...
No matter how hard he tried, Jackson could not get the damned bug to leave him alone. He had run into every single corner in the room, threw every piece of furniture he could, and screamed at the top of his lungs, but the bug still persisted to chase him.
Sure, it was possible that he was overreacting slightlyt, but - in defense - he was simply defending himself against... the tiny...little...creature...
Just as he flung open the window and prepared to jump out into the winter air in a form of desperation, the door to the room (He wondered why he hadn't noticed it before.) flew open. Jackson paused and craned his neck to see who it was that was interrupting his mental breakdown.
A large man stood in the shadow of the doorway. A large man dressed in red and white. A large man with a very large beard... A very large and intimidating man.
The said man's cerulean eyes scanned the room's decadence with a heavy frown, before they landed on Jackson's awkward form. (The young boy was currently sitting on the edge of the windowsill with one leg dangling out into the frigid air.) And for a moment, Jackson felt himself become filled with panic.
"I-I can explain myself!" Jackson pipped quickly as he held up his hands in defense.
"Jack." The large man said with a rather strange accent, cutting him off with a raised hand. "...You are alright! That is good!"
The man suddenly approached Jack and swept him into a large hug, before patting him gruffly on the back. The large, intimidating man didn't seem so intimidating anymore. And that was a good thing. A very good thing.
Pulling himself away from the large man's grasp, Jackson backed away into the room and glanced at him cautiously.
"Are you the one who saved me?" Jackson questioned rather tentatively. He wasn't passive by nature; but seeing that he was suddenly being hugged by a man whom he did not know, he was rather wary.
"No." the large man answered with a large smile as he gestured towards the open door. "Bunny did."
"Bunny...?" Jackson frowned with narrowed eyes as he turned his head slowly towards the direction of the man's pointing fingers. His frowning expression, however, quickly melded into one of shock and surprise, for standing in front of the door was a very large gray rabbit.
"What's up, Fros-
"BLOODY HELL!" the young Burgess shouted, leaping back several feet as he pointed a finger at the oversized animal, . "What the hell is that...that thing?! It's huge!"
"Did he just call me a 'thing'?" the rabbit blinked rapidly as a flicker of rage danced in his large brown eyes.
"It can talk!" Jackson shouted in wonder as he pulled on the large man's red sleeve and pointed. "Did you hear that? It can talk! It can...talk." Jackson had whispered the last remark faintly, a feeling of nausea having suddenly swept over his body. He quickly moved his hand to cover up his mouth as he felt a sudden urge to show those around him what he had eaten in the morning. "UgHHmm..."
"Oi, Frostbite, are ye' alright?" the animal questioned in an odd accent of slight British reminiscents.
Jackson suddenly felt himself being patted on the back by a soft and furry paw. He glanced up slightly to see the large rabbit looming over him in a manner of self-conscious worry. For a moment, their gazes met and in that same moment Jackson chose to bravely pull on the rabbit's ears.
"Crikey!" the rabbit yelped, pulling away from the adolescent and grasping his floppy ear defensively. "What's the matter with you?"
"You really are an over-sized talking rabbit, aren't you?" Jackson muttered in awe, earning strange looks from those around him. He slowly and tentavely approached the animal. "What are you?" When he received no answer, except an expression of pure and utter shock from the rabbit, he turned towards the large red man. "What is he?"
The large man suddenly clasped his meaty hands on Jackson's shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes. "Jack-
The doors of the room suddenly swung open once more and two figures quickly bundled into the chaos. The two said figures, whom Jackson identified as humans, turned out to be nothing of the sort, which in all truth made Jackson wish that he had jumped out of the window earlier.
The first figure, identifiable as a female, was - Jackson had to admit - easy on the eyes. She had a well-endowed figure, her slopes and grooves happening to be in all of the right places. Her skin, from what he could see from behind the tufts of jade and rose feathers that were pasted all over her skin, was a smooth and creamy color. And her eyes (oh, her eyes) were a lovely shade of chocolate brown - a color which reminded Jackson of Madame Pomfrey's candy shop which had housed many delectable and irresistible cocoa-flavored treats before the business had fallen into debt. Though her eyes were lovely, Jackson found that the most attention-grabbing part of her were her translucent wings. They fluttered every couple of seconds, continuously changing from shades of green to shades of blue.
The second figure who had entered the room reminded Jackson of sand and gold. This was because the figure literally looked like he was made up of only sand and gold all things that glittered. For instance, his glowing skin looked like it had been delicately excavated from a gold-mining sight; and his wavering, spiked up hair looked as if it could be sold for one-hundred pounds apiece. He was, to put it into simpler words, dazzling... And floating.
"I-I... Jack is awake?" the rosy-faced woman flustered as she darted to the Bunny and to the large red man before flutteringto Jackson's side. "I was off delivering teeth for just a minute and now... Now you're awake! That's wonderful!" She paused for a moment before quickly continuing, "We actually need your help, Jack. Father Time - something has happened-
"Woah, uhm, Miss," Jackson grinned cheekily as he blinked at her gaitley, "I don't quite understand what it is that you're trying to tell me, but if you would kindly tell me if you've seen my sister, I would gayly lend you an open ear." (The fairy simply covered her mouth, eyes widening, at his query remark.)
After Jackson made this offer, the golden man suddenly sprang higher into the air, forming symbols of gold and sand above his head in a fast-paced fashion. The small man looked very alarmed and appeared as if the knowledge that he had just gained was very grave and important. Unfortunately, Jackson was the only one who noticed his flustered movements and the boy wasn't quite sure how to respond.
"He's officially gone off of his rockers." the large rabbit stated bluntly, crossing his large arms in an almost disappointed manner.
"Well, you know what? Maybe I have gone off of my bat!" Jackson retorted, feeling slightly insulted. "I mean, if I just so happen to be dreaming about a dodgy, talking rabbit," Jackson took a moment to gesture at the said animal, "I might as well be admitted into a bloody institution!"
"Jack," the large man spoke from behind him suddenly in a deep and commanding voice, "Wh-
"Oh, and, seeing that you haven't noticed yet," Jackson interrupted the man abruptly and rather rudely, "you're golden friend over there has been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes. "
The three strange beings turned towards the equally strange golden man. Seeing that he was finally being noticed, the gold man rolled his eyes before grinning broadly. He then pointed at Jackson, who in turn raised an eyebrow, and formed a gold sand-made clock above his head. The golden clock ticked and tocked to life, before it was abruptly shattered in half by an unknown force. The shattered pieces of the clock suddenly morphed into the shape of a lean, middle-aged man. This man was apparently greatly disliked by the three strange beings, for they immediately let out collective gasps and looks of disgust.
"I don't really understand..." Jackson muttered slowly as he took a step backwards, suddenly feeling the need to escape.
"Black Ice..." the elegant fairy muttered as her eyes darted back and forth. "Father Time's frozen clock...And... Jack..." She glanced up abruptly at the large red man before gasping, "Is this Pitch's doing?"
"No, no, no," the rabbit shook his head as he approached the fae, "that's impossible. He wouldn't have recovered so quickly." The rabbit then glanced back at Jackson, a flicker of both doubt and worry present in his warm eyes.
Jackson didn't understand what was going on. The four figures standing around him kept giving him furtive and worried glances. And whenever Jackson would open his mouth to speak - to ask where his sister was - they would simply stare at him with rather widened eyes. The young Burgess boy hated the feeling of being left out. That was why he had always tried his best to get himself involved with the townspeople of Burgess: to get involved, to not get left out.
"Only, one way to find out." the large man suddenly said steadily as he placed a firm hand on Jackson's shoulder. The boy had been steadily backing away from the strange creatures with a look of pure and utter confusion etched into his face; and he had yelped loudly as the hand was clamped onto his shoulder. "Jack," the man said slowly as if talking to a child, "What happened before you were knocked out at lake?"
Knocked out at the lake? Did he mean drowning?
"I was playing...with my sister," Jackson admitted honestly. "We were just skating." He paused for a moment before continuing on, his voice quivering and his spirit breaking, "I don't know what the bloody hell is going on... I-I just want to see my sister and take her home... Please, just take me to her."
Never in his life had Nicholas St. North, former Russian scoundrel, seen Jack Overland Frost look so vulnerable...so honest... and so true to himself. It was so strange.
Jack Overland Frost had spent three-hundred years in complete solitude, with only the winds and himself to confide in his thoughts and worries. The three-hundred-year long dissonance had caused the winter spirit to be wary of others - trusting even. Yet even through all of this distrust and disturbation, the sprite had managed to pull off a mischievous smile and laugh a quirky laugh before moving on.
And now...
North turned to glance at Jack who was currently lazing on a velvety red couch whilst juggling several small elves in a far corner of the lounging room. There was a rare true-smile etched upon his face and he looked as if he was having the happiest time of his life.
"That little Frostbite sure is a moodswinger, isn't he?" Bunnymund commented thickly, though North could clearly see a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "One moment he's yellin' his mouth off, and the next he is laughin' like nothing happened. Little bugger."
"We did tell him that his sister was safe and sound at his..home," Toothiana whispered pointedly with self-consciously crossed arms. "It seemed to calm him down a bit."
Above Sandy's head, golden pictures started forming. First came the image of a brain. It sprouted into a large tree with enormous branches. The said branches, after being shaken by an unknown force, fell from the tree's trunk.
"Ja," North nodded slightly as he stroked his great, white beard. "Jack has appeared to have lost some memories."
"Important ones, if I might add." Bunnymund interjected, glancing over at the frost spirit who was currently helping himself to a batch of warm cookies.
"It must be terrifying for him," Tooth whispered as she alighted onto the ground. "I mean, three-hundred years - just gone."
"Pitch is going to bloody pay for this." Bunnymund muttered under his breath, before pausing slightly. "What I don't understand is what this has to do with Father Time's disappearance. Something just doesn't fit. I mean, why Jack? Why not any of us? Anyways, Father Time is a powerful man. He wouldn't be bested by that limey Pitch, especially in his weakened state."
"That's true..." Toothiana agreed with a slight bow of her elegant head. "Pitch... We've caused more trouble for him than Jack ever has. And...And Father Time - he's a Universal Being isn't he? He's too powerful to just be-
"Hiya, who's Pitch?" a curious voice piped innocently as a certain white head of hair popped into the conversation. "Isn't 'pitch' a concept or something? Madame Antionne - she's my piano teacher - keeps mentioning it every once in a while."
The four Guardians glanced at eachother, before returning their gazes to Jack and breaking into large smiles. Their smiles were so wide that, for a moment, it appeared as if their eyes would pop out of their sockets
"Uhm.. I mean no offense - I really don't - but you're smiles are very... creepy." Jack informed with a blink. "So... Who is this Pitch character?"
"No one, Jack." North grinned as he patted the frost spirit roughly on the shoulders for the umpteenth time that day. "Just acquaintance."
"Right..." Jack nodded, clearly unconvinced. "Anyways, may I ask for who you are? I mean, clearly you aren't from Burgess or from any of colon-I mean the States for that matter. Are you foreigners, I mean, foreigners of Earth?"
It was strange hearing Jack speak in such a soft and proper manner with a polite undertone. The Jack that they were familiar with wouldn't be so formal and delicate with his words. He would belt them out freely without a care in the world. Weirrdddd.
"Oh, oh!" Jack shouted suddenly as he pointed at North with enthusiasm. "Are you perhaps a Creole? You're way of speaking nearly resembles it. Did you know that my piano teacher was a Creole too? Well, that was before she left her..." He trailed off, eyes wandering.
But then again, this Jack was so much like the other Jack. The way his mind who trail off and the way he would follow a single thought - it was all the same. His reckless and carefree manner remained too, though it seemed to have been intensified tenfold.
"The name's E. Aster Bunnymund," Bunny spoke up first, surprising everyone by his willingness to take on the situation.
"Bun-ny-mu-n-d," Jack tried out the words slowly with a small smile, before glancing up at the said rabbit. "Well, Mister Bunnymund, I think you're a pretty cool mate. The way you speak... It sort of reminds me of a friend that I had when I lived in England. He spoke almost the same way as you..." Jack suddenly noticed that Bunnymund had not finished speaking. "Oh, I apologize for interrupting."
The apology left Bunnymund rather baffled and as he stared into Jack's pure and innocent eyes, he felt a pang of empathy.
"I'm the Easter Bunny." Bunnymund finished bluntly. Bunny almost clamped his mouth shut after those words had left his mouth. The Guardians gave him exchanged glanced. They had agreed before to not inform Jack of who they were in an attempt to keep him safe. (The boy would probably not believe the truth anyways since he was well over the age of a child.) They would have used the backstory of being in a circus to explain their appearance to the young boy... And now... Bunnymund mentally face palmed himself over and over and over again.
Silence followed and Bunny waited for the inevitable-
"Bloody hell!" Jack exclaimed, eyes sparkling like a thousand diamonds. "Are you serious? That's so ace! I know you were real!"
The Guardians watched as Jack hopped around the room like a rabbit (ironically enough). And for a moment, Bunnymund felt himself fluff up with pride. That was until the frost spirit suddenly skidded to a halt and approached Toothiana in a rather ravishing manner.
"You... You must be the tooth fairy then!" Jack stated blatantly as he raised and placed a small kiss on the Fairy Queen's pale hand. "It is a pleasure to be acquainted."
The three male Guardians gawked at this act and watched as Tooth went a shade of red. The small fairies that were fluttering around her unsurprisingly fainted. Baby Tooth however, cautiously approached Jack and landed on his white head.
"So you were the source of the buzzing sound..." Jack muttered faintly as he hesitantly reached up to stroke the small fairy.
"That was... unexpected." North blinked at the still blushing Tooth. Sandy quickly nodded in agreement before it was his turned to be pointed at by Jack.
"And then... You must be... the Sandman?" Jack drawled slowly and hesitantly as he extended his hand to Sandy who quickly shook it. "You bring dreams to all of the children in the world?"
Sandy nodded happily and proudly, a small and golden night sky appearing above his head.
"That's so ace!" Jack whispered in awe, approaching Sandy to observe him more closely. "You look different from how I pictured you... You look way sharper!"
Jack then moved onto North, a small smile melding onto his pale face. "I know who you are. You're St. Nicholas, aren't you?"
North nodded with a smile, slightly surprised at the usage of his former name.
"You're bloody Santa Claus!" Jack identified without missing a beat, eyes glittering like a child's. "I can't wait till I tell everyone about you guys! I can't wait to see Pippa's face!"
Tooth's heart immediately fell at the winter spirit's statement.
Pippa, Jack's little sister. The one whom he had sacrificed his life for. The one who followed him wherever he went and was always by his side. The one who was now no longer in the land of the living.
"Wait," Jack paused suddenly, the spark of life fading from his eyes, "You can take me to them right? My family. I really... miss them."
Silence fell.
"We will take you to them." North confirmed abruptly, slicing the silence in half with a sharp knife. "But blizzard is outside. We will take you later."
"Really?" Jack's face immediately lit up and he quickly hopped to North's side, smiling brightly and nodding over to the tray of cookies. "Well to show my gratitude, I can offer to you my spectacular cooking abilities~!"
"You can cook, Jack?" Tooth blinked.
"Of course, I can, Miss. Tooth Fairy." Jack grinned at her brightly (It was another one of his real, rare smiles.) The white-haired boy's eyes glittered mischievously for a moment. "They don't refer to me as the 'Jack of All Trades' for nothing."
[ Author's Outbox ]
Alluring Alliteration: And it has come baack! /poses. But... Little Jackson doesn't know that he has powers or that he is a Guardian...yet XD. And poor Jack.. /shakes head. I'm so evilll xD
The White Grim: R-Really? /sniffles. N-No body has ever said that to me before... /shotshotshot. And I love your choice of words there xD. Muchos Gracias!
victiniphantom: If you mean Past!Jack in Present!Jack's body...then yes. /nodnod. Don't worry though. I have this entire thing plannnned out... Sorta. xD
Mystery Girl Who Writes: First off, your name is awesome. Secondly... Feel free to share those ideas xDDD
Danny Hellcat: No...Maybe...yes... /shrugs. xD
TheBetrayalKnowsMyName: Wait a second, isn't your username the title of an anime show or something? I think I've watched that one before! Annnddd... Yes, master. /bows.
Bookworn210: Haha. I laughed when I wrote that part too xD.
Tiny Cherie: I dunno why... /sadface. Ah, well. Whatever happens, happens. Anywaysss, I woke up 17-year-old Jack here just for chu! xD
Ayara012: Thank ya very much! Andddd... Well, Father Time is absent sooo.. /devious smile... I guess we have to wait to find out. /ME GUSTA!
The Dp Fangurl: I hath continued! Opinions? x3
blakkyu: Thank you! That actually helped ;O. Jack's voice is delicious... So is Pitch's... /fangirl.
Kiomori: I haven't! Anddddd, yes it is. Too bad Father Time has... mysteriously disappeared... /moves arms in a noodle like fashion. Ooooo~! Anddd... I actually have this time paradox idea thingy going on in my head...so.. yeah. xD
LightMyBulb: Wow, your username is really awesome too! What's with all these creative usernames?! xD Anyways... Thank ya!
NightFury1017: Yup, yup! Here ya' go!
AutunmoColorum: Your name. It's in Latin. For once in my life I can apply Latin to...real life! Huzzah! And yup! The tension continues... or however you say it... The mystery continues? The suspense continues? Idek. /derp.
SokkasFirstFangirl: Wait... Sokka from Avatar?! I love that showwwww! /fangasm. Thanks though ;33
Soaha: Bad juju indeed... Bad juju. /wiggles fingers mysteriously.
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A/N: I is back and I is fully recovered! I watched the movie again last Friday and it was still amazing - especially since I had friends to fangirl over it with... Actually, my one friend, she ships PitchxJack xDDDD. Oh. And have you noticed that RotG is just like Avengers but kiddified?! It's awesome!
Anyways, on a slightly more serious note, as you can see, this chapter mostly focuses on Jackson... So I'm going to ask you for your opinion. Do you want every other chapter to focus on the different Jacks only? Or do you want a chapter to contain both of the Jacks' plots/stories?
Anddd, if you're wondering about Father Time... he'll make an "appearance" in the next chappie!
Alright then. /waves. Thanks y'alls for reviewing and if you would kindly review again, I'd appreciate it! ;3
