Pitch's POV:

I gripped my hair as I watched the girl, my frown quivering and my eyes closed tightly. "Why do they invite others...but not me? I-I just want to be loved, and seen, why can't they see that?!" I roar, a nightmare of mine whinnying skittishly and pawing at the ground. I let out a weary sigh, and so I just pat her neck gently, leaning my forehead against her crest of her neck, letting the grainy feeling of the sand sooth me. It was the one thing that wouldn't go through me, the one 'living' thing that wouldn't make me feel like I was invisible. Oh, but I was.

"Why does she get to be seen?!" I then hear my voice raise dangerously, and so I get away from the nervous horse, my eyes now angered and envious. "Why does she get to have everything she wanted?! Why does she get what I always wanted?" I then stop, and sigh softly as I lean against my chair in my palace, before closing my eyes, my brow furrowed.

"What would happen to her if I were able to take that all away?" I murmur, my eyes squinted shut but my thoughts lighting up with a blazing brightness. "Hm...her fear was not being able to save the people she loved... so what would happen if I hurt the person she loved?" After a moment, a small, sly smirk went across my face as I skimmed through the few amounts of people I knew that she cared about.

The Easter bunny. He wouldn't be simple, his senses were feral and not humane, like mine, so he would catch me before I could catch him. Then again, I would have the shadows at my advantage. Even so, he's always at the Warren, where there's too much of a bright and happy aura to appear from the shadows. Who else then?

Jack. He was simple to corrupt, his mind naive and his temper flaring at every angering statement. Sure, he was vulnerable, but I could use him as an insider. The white haired boy was close to the girl, yes; being a part of her missing old life was something that could shatter her. But was it a real fear that could give her the doubt and negative feelings; enough for the Guardians to have no choice but to abandon her?

Sandy. He was the man who was showing the brunette girl her dreams; the things she loved most of her old life. What was her biggest one? Was it the brunette boy who had moss colored eyes and dark hair, the same as her own? The boy's descendants would be hard to find, that's for sure, but would the pure reaction of me making the boy believe in such corrupt and horrid dreams that would drive her to guilt of her insanity, and try to claw her way back to humanity to make him see her, to make him believe like the little, immature and pure child he was, that she was there; the big sister that always had loved her younger brother, no matter how many times she tried to push him away from her new life.

I quickly shook my head; no, that would be too much trouble. There were so many children and only one to be the descendant-I couldn't just put fear into every single child and hope for the young Guardian to have that reaction to one child. It was too flawed.

Tooth she didn't know all too well, but would the guilt that knowing it was her fault come to play if she saw all of the little Toothlings of hers captured and squeezed? But if the other Guardians would allow this to happen is impossible; that plan would go right out of the window. She and the girl hadn't had many moments to bond; the hummingbird hybrid was too busy shoving her fingers over the other's neutral teeth to try and have an actual relationship with her, or so it seemed at the moment.

North and the girl's relationship was like a grandfather's to his grandchild; having a link to their relationship and the grandfather trying to spoil and please their child's offspring. Of course, the link that made them bond was their swords. Obtaining it after finding it in a cave in the warren, the girl was growing very used to it. It made me sick; how could a girl so young and-and inexperienced learn something so easily?

I rubbed my temples, and then sighed before looking around, then seeing the girl that diddle dawdled in between the three Guardians, her blonde hair bouncing and swaying as she giggled and tried to capture an egg that tried to scuttle away from the parading girl. My smile turned sinister as I thought of the petite girl; the girl whom all of the guardians loved and cherished. The girl that, if hurt, would shatter their hearts, turning them away from the Guardian that needed the nurturing the most, as she would be taking a slumber for the last time.

Sophie.

Bunnymund's POV:

I watched the blonde toddler try to capture a diversely painted egg in her chubby fingers, her feet twisting and going different ways as she saw others, her mind debating too slow in the argument of whether or not to chase after another. Her body decided on itself, as she started immediately to try and go chase all of them in the herd. A small laugh was heard from my left, and so I looked to the Nature Spirit with wide eyes, it being the first time I heard her laugh.

"W-what?" She asks, blinking a few times. "I think the girl's- oh, no, Sophie sweetie don't touch that!" The dark haired girl didn't finish her sentence, scrambling up and managing to pluck the girl off from the vines that coiled like springs, all the way up to the 60 feet steep ledge where the eggs appeared from. The green eyed girl held the child, giggling as she got more paint on her freckled cheeks as Sophie's fingers roamed her face, making the girl's face her personal coloring book.

"O-okay, okay I get it. You like my face." She smiles and giggles a little more, almost toppling back to the ground with the recoil of the girl. I chuckled, smearing the paint from my cheek to my paw as I got up, standing next to the smaller girl as she easily handled the smaller girl. "You're such a weird child, Sophie, I swear." She murmured, Sophie now reaching to the eggs, which surrounded Care like new bait. She rolled her eyes, bending down and picking up a few since she was careful not to let Sophie step on the poor shells, and so the girl set down the toddler, to see that her struggle was now gone, her body limp and her snores lightly heard.

"E-eh?" The younger Guardian started to stutter and looked to Jack, who only rolled his eyes and picked up the girl with one arm. Care made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, obviously tempted to reach out for the girl, wanting to hold her again herself; she was probably afraid that if he held her like that she would fall and crack her head open.

"She's asleep, you dummy." Jack teased, and gently bonked the top of her head with his loosely curled fist, Sophie dangling over his arm.

"Well she won't be just asleep if you're gonna keep holding her like that." I threaten, and take the blonde ankle biter, holding her in my arms tenderly and then smiling a little. "See? She's better laying down. It keeps the blood flow and stuff to her head too." I educated the two Guardians, who both raised their eyebrows at me, knowing that even though I spent time with Sophie, I still didn't know much about the concept of kids. "Well, if you aren't willing to then who-" I couldn't finish my demand, for Care held out her hands, a determined look on her face.

"Eh?" I looked to the girl, then stifled a chuckle at her multicolored cheeks and nose, so I slowly obey, before quickly trying to dab off a smidgen of the paint. She scrunched up her nose in reply, shying her face away from my paw with a soft, playful glare as she hefted Sophie onto her hip, smiling as her head fit snugly in the olive skinned girl's neck, her faint snuffles and noises of a clogged nose, due to allergies, filled the empty void of air as Care fumbled for the snow globe that she kept in her pocket of her jacket, then just looked to me hopelessly.

"You want me to come with? I think a few kids'll have a bit of a protest seeing a 6-foot bunny there, sheila." I point out, but she only takes my paw with her other hand, looking to me pleadingly. With a roll of my eyes, I slowly let out a huff of breath as I tap my foot twice, a hole forming under our feet.

"Shall we?"