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I normally would have waited longer to type this, but the plot bunnies have been ceaselessly attacking me. As a result, I ended up staying up all night waiting for it to be late enough to have an excuse to be up. It is now 5:43 am, and I am typing, trying to type quietly because if I woke up my brother there would be Hell to pay. In other words, a huge argument ending with slammed doors that inevitably would wake up the rest of the house who would be pissed at both of us. Not a great start to a day. Well, anyways, I'm just going to get on with my story before the plot bunnies seriously injure me and/or themselves.

"Oi! Frostbite! Get your ass down here!" Jack heard as he unceremoniously dragged himself out of bed. Jack groaned. He rarely woke up this early in the morning, and combined with the fact that he rarely slept at all, this sort of thing happened only every century or so. Not that it had really ever happened before he had become a guardian; there was no one to wake him up anyways. He was always in his own little world or doing his work.

"FROSTBITE!" the voice yelled again. Jack groaned and massaged his temples in an attempt to ward off an impending headache. Through his stupor, Jack barely recognized the familiar voice as the one and only furry guardian, Bunny. Considering he was the only one who would call Jack Frostbite, it didn't take too much effort to figure out who it was that was screaming in the wee hours of the morning.

Jack stumbled across the room, shakily pulling on his worn blue hoodie while suppressing a yawn. He could tell this would be a long day.

"FROSTY GET YOU BEHIND DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOU LAZY BUTT!" Bunny yelled again, even louder this time.

Jack answered with his own scream, sounding slightly indignant and highly annoyed. "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU, YOU STUPID KANGAROO, TO WAKE ME UP SO FRICKING EARLY?!"

He vaguely heard more talking down stairs as he opened the door to a rush of cool air and the wind laughing at Jack's situation. No more yells echoed up the stairs, so Jack figured that all they needed was a confirmation that he was awake. He sighed. Jack missed the days when he could just do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but he was glad of the company he had so needed over the past 300 years. They were a bit late in coming, but his Guardianship was the best thing that had happened to him, hands down.

The wind playfully tugged at Jack's messy bedhead and lightly swept him off his feet to carry him through Santoff Clausen, dodging grumbling yetis on the way. Phil, as usual, was particularly irritated when Jack nearly ran into him, causing Phil to stumble down yet another staircase and effectively making him drop every single one of the toys he had just painted blue. Jack's laughter filled the air with an apology that didn't sound so apologetic. The boy annoyed Phil to no ends, but Phil had gotten used to the fact that Jack was there to stay.

Jack finally waltzed into North's study, looking worse for wear. He had bags under his eyes that contrasted with his pale skin and blue blush, and his hair looked the messiest it ever had, which was saying a lot. It was also longer than Jack liked, nearly reaching his chin and making him look more girlish that he would admit. But despite all of these issues, he had a grin on his face full of mirth, combined with an annoyed look that signaled he wanted to kill something, soon. In particular, a furry innocent looking bunny leaning on North's desk.

"What do you want so early in the morning? And why the Hell did you have to wake me up by yelling at me to get my ass out of bed?" Jack whined with a pointed glare at Bunnymund.

"Because we just came up with something that we thought you might want to be a part of, that's why." Bunny explained as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Unless you want to just go back to bed and let us have all the fun?"

Despite Jack's reluctance to give in, he found himself being drawn in to Bunny's claims by curiosity. Jack stifled a yawn and instead sighed.

"And why, exactly, did this particular establishment have to take place at 6:00 am?" he complained, with another pointed look at Bunny. Now that Jack had a look around, he realized that all of the guardians were in the study, which had become increasingly rare over the last few months due to their workload.

"Because, well, we were just so excited we couldn't wait!" Tooth squealed in an excited tone. Jack felt varying degrees of horror at the situation that presented itself to him. 1, it was so damn early. 2, how could Tooth even be excited when it was so damn early?! And 3, why did they feel the need to drag him into something that was so formidable it excited people even though it was 6 am on a perfectly good day to sleep in and just take a break in general?

These were the questions that bothered him as he yawned, standing in front of a room full of spirits who annoyed him in varying degrees.

"Well? What is that you're all so excited about?" Jack grumbled as he longed for his cold room and soft bed.

"We are going to start a tradition where every month we pick a sport and devote a day to watching and playing that sport!" North bellowed, grinning happily. It seemed as if he thought everyone else in the room should be just as happy about that proposition as North did, no matter what the time was or what day it was.

Jack, dumbfounded, just stared at North as if he had a second head. He spluttered incoherently for a few seconds before protesting. "That is what you woke me up at 6:00 am for? To tell me that? And why couldn't this have until at least 11:00? When people are supposed to wake up? I rarely ever sleep, but when I finally get some shut eye, after much tossing and turning I might add, I get woken up to be told this?" His tone was of such disbelief and contempt that even Bunny winced.

Jack promptly turned on his heel and left the room with a bewildered North, depressed Tooth, exasperated Bunny, and slightly amused Sandy. He stomped up the stairs, flew into his bed, and fell back asleep within seconds.

"I guess he was… not in the mood?" North stated obviously, trying to fill the gap of awkward silence left by the angry winter spirit.

Bunny snorted and commented with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Really now?"

*Dodges rotten tomatoes*

Well I thought I caught the plot bunnies, but they escaped so now I'm left with this. I will be continuing this arc if anyone was wondering, and if anyone has suggestions on sports I'd love to hear them. So far I have soccer, basketball, baseball, figure skating, swimming, and maybe volleyball or bowling. It is now 7:35 am, so I did spend a fair amount of time on this so I'd like it if- *dodges more rotten tomatoes* -people don't hate too much on this particular chapter. And yes, if anyone figured this out, Jack is not a morning person. Please R&R and I'll see you guys again in a day or so!