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Quill reviewing again!
ForestShadow: Yes, indeed we have!
0renginal: Quill was having a moment of 'I Have Officially Gone Insane' for, you know, even though she believed she wasn't 100% sure it was all actually real.
The awkwardness when you talk about yourself in third person. :/
CrystalxRose: Ah..., one of my stalkers. Good to see you again, Crystal! XD
Nanu Kitty [Chapter 2&3]: Ah, there be the other stalker. XD
You love me anyway, you just call me a b*tch to show your love.
About the story: You sir, are a genius! Your class are a bunch of stupid mortal beings that should die in hell!
And, indeed, Jack Frost is a total hottie. T_T
I have conversations with myself all the time, which is kinda a signal for me to go outside more. Eh, I don't listen to my conscience or the signals, so it's all good.
Yeah, I asked Sandy to make you fall asleep. Let's just say...PAY BACK, B*TCH! *Chuckles evilly*
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Blue's A/N: So, this was inspired by a dream, I rewrote it twice: once when I woke up from the dream and wrote it down before I forgot, and again when I woke up about 30 minutes later.
Blue's day was not getting any better. If fact, it was getting worse. Blue shook her head as she walked down the corridors of her bunker. The walls were scarred. Scorch marks from experiments conducted by the minions, puncture marks from the time the Rainbow Sheep had gotten loose-now that was a day to remember- and dents from the time the minions had gotten hold of some hammers -there is a reason hammers are now under lock and key...
All of a sudden Blue was pulled from her thoughts by the high-pitched screams of a distressed, running minion. In its blind panic it had crashed into her. Picking it up, Blue asked, "What's wrong?"
All she got in response was a high-pitched squeal. Resigning herself to the fact she wasn't going to get any information from the minion, she caught the attention of a group of minions and left it in their care.
Deciding that the minion had come from the landing bay, she set off for it.
The landing bay was huge to say the least. In fact it was an understatement. It was full of vehicles- planes, jet, cars, North's sleigh-
Wait- North's sleigh! What the hell was that doing here?!
She quickly noticed several things wrong with the picture- Jack was pacing in front of the sleigh, his brow creased and his eyes showing great worry. Blue didn't understand why the Winter Spirit looked so troubled until she glance at the sight of a lump of clothes that was moving.
Fuck.
Finally taking notice of her he rushed up, saying in a relieved tone , "Blue! Thank God you're here. I need-"
Cutting him off, Blue asked, "Did you kill anyone? 'Cause, its been three months since I've had to hide a body, and I don't feel like starting again now!"
"Do you honestly think I would kill someone? I just wanted to ask for your help."
"With what?" There was no hiding the suspicion in her voice.
"All I need you to do is figure out what to do with her," he said, gesturing lump on the floor, which upon closer inspection, revealed itself as a teenage girl.
"Who's 'her' exactly?"
"I actually...don't know."
"Do you know anything about her?"
"She's from England?" he responded sheepishly.
"So you mean to tell me that you brought an unconscious girl to my bunker and know nothing about her?!"
"…Yes"
"And you just expect me to just keep her at my-"
"Aw, come on, Blue! I had no other choice, unless you wanted a pissed North after me."
"…Fine. But you are taking her to the guest room." Blue mumbled, but Jack was able to hear and gave Blue a relieved, thankful grin.
Retrieving the girl and throwing her over his shoulder, Jack followed after Blue, who was barely able to keep her temper under control.
Shoving open a door, Blue muttered, "Dump her here."
While doing so, Jack asked, "Got any ice cream?"
"Kitchen. Go crazy."
With a cry of joy, Jack sped down the hallway (causing a few minions nearby to yelp in terror), leaving Blue alone. I'm gonna regret that decision later, she thought to herself.
Staring at the girl's face, she could have sworn she had seen her before. But, if she was from England, like Jack said, there would be no possible way for her to have seen her. But still, something about her was just so familiar. It could have been the quirky hair color, or the hazel eyes, or-or-
Sighing, Blue stood up. Glancing at the nearest minion, she said one last thing, "Get me when she wakes up."
Shutting the door behind her, Blue tried to accept the fact that they had never met. But still, no matter how much she tried to convince herself, the feeling just wouldn't leave.
One word brushed across her mind, Where?
Quill already knew she was in a different place.
The lack of hard, uncomfortable wood beneath her or the crazy muttering- Which Quill wasn't sure she was glad or worried about -was a large, bright flag that waved in front of her, screaming: "Hello! Your somewhere completely new and might be trapped!"
That thought caused her to have a mental panic attack. Her breath started to quicken, her heart to race, and her instincts screamed at her in fear as she open up her eyes and-
Be welcomed to the bright sight of lovely, cream-colored walls.
That made her rise a very high eyebrow, confused about the scenery her kidnapper has chosen.
"Really, Quill?!" Her mind thought, "You could have ended up in a slaughter-house, or a cave but, no, you're here in a nice room and you're fucking whining!"
She groaned and shuffled about on the bed she rested upon, the soft mattress and covers moving softly as she sat up and surveyed her surroundings.
The whole room was painted the warm color of cream, the wooden floor and surfaces were dark and polished. The furniture was either made of the same shades of wood, like the dressing table and desk, or were the color of beige or light browns, like her bed or the small chair beside her.
She couldn't help but think, 'Nice place...for a kidnapper.'
Where exactly was she? The buzz of machinery and coldness made her believe she was in some sort of underground factory, or a bunker. The slight smell of dirt and water made also confirmed her theory, she was underground.
Just when she started to like this place, she had to find out something like that!
She started scheming, thinking ideas of escape and departure. However, none of her ideas helped her find a way to escape somewhere underground.
The sound of snipping made her stop, the slight clashing of metal scissors made her seem confused and look other the side of her bed, towards the ground.
A small yellow creature of around 1 feet, maybe smaller, played around with a pair of safety scissors, squealing other a small pile of hair trimmings that surrounded its feet. The hair was golden, a mixture of brunette and dark blonde strands that were trimmed very short and-
Looked exactly like hers.
She grabbed a strand of hair, to see that it was slightly shorter than it once was. Somehow, looking more straight and neat then her overgrown hair should look.
Quill turned back towards the yellow creature, and shrieked.
The creature yelped in surprise, releasing a petrified squeak as it looked at Quill and backed away in a corner, falling towards the floor and trembling.
It's single eye, covered with a goggle (Wasn't exactly a pair of goggles, was it?) wrapped in bolts and metal, glared at her with fear. It continued shrieking at Quill as it's round, oval body shivered and twisted about for the sight of help.
An echo of responding cries came, the sight of more yellow, tiny creatures enter her already open door and surrounding their scared friend.
They spoke in squeals and cries of gibberish towards their friend, who could only tremble and shake its head. They continued talking their language, until the single one that they were fussing about squealed a reply and pointed at the remaining Quill.
They all turned their heads towards her, gaping at the taller, human being that knelt on her bed and stared at them. They remained in eye contact for a few seconds, before they all shrieked and rushed about in a blind panic.
Quill yelped and fell back, scattering away towards the headboard of her bed.
They sprinted about, moving around the furniture or jumping across it in complete panic and terror.
A few rushed about in a group, huddling about on the floor, before one turned to look through the doorway and shriek in horror and point through the doorway.
The creatures paused then gave a look towards the doorway and then sprinted about with even more speed and panic. They attempted to escape through a closed window, or run through the doorway but to no avail as they kept looking at the horror outside.
Quill was confused about what so horrific, until a male, youthful voice shouted, "Fore!"
The strike of wood against something made Quill straighten up, just seeing the sight of a large snowball fly through the doorway and land on to a group of the scattering creatures.
The creatures yelped, by their shocks were stopped suddenly as they were frozen, stuck in solid ice cubes with their eyes still blinking in wide panic.
The other creatures went towards their stuck allies, tapping the ice and squealing at their frozen friends. One creature even tried to stick the safety scissors within the ice-cube, ending up backfiring and smack into the creatures forehead.
It groaned, pulling the blades of the scissors out of its bleeding head then shrugged like it didn't just get hurt then and might have a minor head concussion.
"Fore!" The teen shouted again, making the gathering creatures run about again and get bombarded with several snowballs that froze them at contact.
The teen whooped in victory, "Yeah! 1000 points! I fricking love this game!"
Quill kept looking at the frozen creatures, their eyes pleading at Quill for mercy and escape. Quill turned away from them and looked at the doorway.
There was a guy out there, a teenage guy that was throwing snowballs at the creatures for entertainment.
Quill didn't want to, for the terrible feeling in her stomach made her want to quiver in the bed and wait for the teen to leave. However, she had to do it, for he might stayed there for a long time.
She didn't want to stay here for that long.
Besides, she was hungry and couldn't resist the urge for some sort of food right now. Especially skittles*
That's it, she was gonna get out of here and find some fricking skittles.
She stepped off the bed, her bare feet silent against the cold floorboards. She crept up against the wall, slowly tiptoeing towards the doorway before peaking her head round.
She saw nothing.
Except from the freakish spreads of frost and ice around the plain, vulnerable metal walls and floors, she saw nothing that resembled a person. She saw a stick, though. A branch that curved into a 'G' shape at the end.
Quill walked towards it and picked it up, feeling the light and fragile wood within her hands.
She heard an echoing chuckle come through a doorway, the patting of bare feet as the invisible person- Well, Quill hoped it was a person -entered the hallway. However, she didn't see anybody.
"Hello? Is anybody here?"
The walked stopped, and she sworn she had the feeling of eyes on her. The youthful voice chuckling at Quill and her not able to see him.
"Oh, look who's finally up!" The person replied, chuckling once more.
"Where are you?" Quill asked, spinning around for any sight of a person or figure to see none.
"So, you can't see me?" The teen spoke before a sudden gust of wind came and startled Quill.
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"Ah! So you can hear me but not see me. That's odd, I could have sworn you could see me when you attempted to attack me." His voice came from the spot of a metal container box, which frost was starting to dance around it's surface.
"You kidnapped me?! Where are you, come out here right now!"
"Oh, I am out here. In fact, I'm right beside you."
Quill yelped, twisting towards her left in shock to see nothing but her own shoulder. She heard hysterical laughter.
"Now, I'm over here!" The voice called, coming near the doorway of the room she just left.
"Damn, this is almost as fun as minion-snowball-golf." The invisible teen muttered.
"For one last time, where are you?!" Quill commanded, her voice growing angry.
"I'm right here! Maybe you just don't believe in me enough to see me, but enough to hear me. But you're only a teen, so that might be why you can only hear me-"
"What are you talking about!?" Quill shrieked before she gazed at the branch that rested in her hands and a small idea came.
"Is this yours?" Quill asked waving the branch in the air, "This stick, staff-like thingy?"
She heard the boy gasp, "How did you get that?!"
"I found it."
"So, you can't see me but you can see my fricking staff...which is very dangerous so you better give it to me." He threatened, his voice sounding angered.
"No, I'll snap it in half if you don't tell me who you are or where the hell are you!"
"Okay, Okay, I'll stop joking about." The boy spoke, his voice becoming nearer.
"Alright, now, tell me the truth. Who are you?"
"I think you already now that." He answered, "Since you can hear me means that you believe in me."
"I believe in many things."
"Alright. How many teenage spirits do you believe in, then?"
Quill tensed up, her back straightening as she realized what he said, 'Teenage spirits'
'Nope.' Her mind instantly spoke, 'He doesn't exist, you're just a dimensional fangirl that is just imagining things. They-Don't-Exist.'
'Well, how many invisible people have you met? Not enough to prove that these fairy-tales are wrong.' Another part of her mind spoke.
'They don't exist.'
'How can you know?'
'They just don't! They don't exist.'
'But there's frost.' She mentally sighed as the argument paused, 'There's frost that shouldn't be here naturally, and only one person can do that...and they're fictional.'
"Okay, that's one question. Now..." Quill whispered, "Where are you?" She held her breathe as she waited for a response.
"I'm right behind you." The teen answered, his voice so close to Quill's ear that she felt a cold breeze.
She spun about, her eyes wide as she stared behind herself to expect nothing.
For once, there was something, someone there.
A teenage boy, of around 17 to 18, stared back at her. His icy blue eyes glared at her in surprise as she looked back, his white strands of hair falling over his eyes and his blue hoodie covered in swirling patterns of frost and ice.
Quill gasped, gaping at the teen that was in front of her.
She stood there, frozen as they continued looking at each other. Quill's mouth attempting to speak words but never came out, making her look slightly like a fish.
"Y-yo-you're..." Quill stammered, "J-Jack-"
"Frost?" The boy answered for her, chuckling quietly, "Yep, the one and only."
She took a full look at him, from his white almost silvery hair to his tanned brown trousers wrapping in twine.
She didn't know how to react, whether to squeal or act like it was ordinary to see the fictional, Spirit of Winter in front of them.
Of course, Fangirls don't do ordinary.
She started bouncing on her feet, a small squeal forming in her throat before she burst into speech, "You're Jack Frost!"
"Yeah-"
"The one and only, Jack Frost! Spirit of Winter, Guardian of Fun, the most awesome and badass person of all time!" She screeched, partially flying through the air as she jumped up and down.
"Well, if you put it that way-"
"But how?!" She blurted, "You're a myth, an awesome myth, but still a myth! You're a fictional character, a bunch of legends and fables...yet here you are, standing right in front of me and-"
She stared down at the branch in her hands, "This is your staff!"
"Yes, which I would want back-"
"Oh, right. Sorry." Quill passed the branch towards the Winter Spirit, who quickly snatch it away before Quill start jumping and spinning about while giggling and shrieking like an idiot.
"But, you exist! If you exist then that means-" She gasped and stopped, "The others exist! North, Tooth, Sandy, Bunny, Pitch! Every single one of them are real."
"Damn, you really know a lot about us-"
"I knew it! My friends are idiots, I was right about you guys existing! It wasn't just my fangirling mind, for you guys actually exist!"
The Winter Spirit just nodded, "So, you do believe in us-"
"Yes! Well, not at first. I gave up on the belief of the legends and childhood guardians a few years ago. But, then I watched the film and it made me believe in you guys again and also made me start believing in new people like you and Sandy- Oh my god, Sandy is fricking adorable, I just want to hug him and squeeze him to death!"
"Well, I think Sandy will be happy to have a fan-"
"GAH!" Quill screamed, "I don't believe it!"
"Well, you do or you wouldn't see me-"
"Why are you here? Where is this place? Hang on a minute-" Quill paused, realization hitting her, "You kidnapped me!"
"Oh yeah, about that...You were kinda in North's sleigh-"
"I was in North sleigh, the sleigh that you guys rode in and- Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god-" Quill kept inhaling deeply, losing the control to believe, "I've been kidnapped...by Jack Frost!"
"Well, it was kinda an accident but-"
"I don't care!" Quill looked at the Winter Spirit, "I just can't believe I'm seeing you, talking to you, and because you kidnapped me!"
She continued shrieking and pacing about, spinning and jumping as her fangirling instincts went into major hyper-drive.
Until, the Winter Spirit that still stood there and bluntly spoke, "Damn, you're even worse than Blue."
Quill stopped, snapping her head towards the Guardian of Fun, "Blue? You mean 'The Blue Phantom' Blue?"
"How do you know Blue-?"
She sprinted towards Jack, looking at the boy who stood tall over her, "I believe I haven't fully introduced myself-" Quill thrust her welcoming hand out, "I'm-..." She paused, she can't tell him her real name. Even if he was the one and only Jack Frost, it was still dangerous.
"I'm Quill, QuillOwl." Jack clasped her hand and shook it as she continued, "Writer, British, Fangirl, Snowflake."
"Snowflake?" Jack questioned, raising a brown eyebrow.
Quill almost squealed again as he looked at her, "It's a fandom, a thing fans follow. You got Potterhead, Twihards, Whovians but I'm a Snowflake which is the Rise of-*"
"You're talking as much gibberish as Blue does." Jack commented, "She talks about 'Fandoms' and 'Fangirling' and 'Fanfiction' and many other stuff I'm been trying to understand these last few weeks. However, she's stopped talk about that and talking about a friend called-"
He stopped and his eyes widened, staring at Quill in surprise before speaking a disbelieving, "No."
"Yes."
"You're not."
"I just told you, I'm QuillOwl."
"Oh, Blue is gonna freak." Jack grinned, "She's pissed with me about bringing you here, but I believe she's gonna forgive me after I left you see her."
"So, you kidnapped me and brought me here?"
"...Yes."
"Instead of just leaving in me, alone, in the garage while you could fly away?"
"I'm not that mean. And, besides...I didn't know where you live."
Quill wasn't sure if she should have been glad about that or not.
He walked away, staff twirling through his hand, going towards a gigantic metal door. "Are you coming?"
"Urh-Yeah, Okay!" Quill squealed a reply, particularly bouncing behind the Winter Spirit.
"So, urm, where am I?"
Jack smiled as he typed something on a touch screen planted in the steel door, gears started moving and a buzzing can be heard as the steel door slowly opened.
"Where are you? Well, this is the home-base of The Blue Phantom, where her minions live and also where he schemes and experiments- That usually end in disaster -take place." Jack said the part about the experiments very quickly, nearly impossible for Quill to understand, "Others hang out here to, like me, and we prefer to call it-" The door finally swung open- "The Bunker."
Quill's A/N: Sorry, my bad!
Sorry for making you guys wait a few days, that it all my fault. But, hey, when you're writing the last chapters of you own fanfiction and just want to stay away from this website for a week the moment that last chapter was posted...you can understand why.
*If you don't know what skittles are, I shun you. They're a awesome, fruity candy from Britain that just kicks major sugar ass! I just thought I'd mention the skittles, because at that moment I really did want some of that candy, sugar-rushy goodness. ^_^
*I don't know what fans of 'Rise of the Guardians' are called, so I decided on snowflakes because I've seen it been used in that context many times on Tumblr.
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