GUYS! Chapter 6 is now a chapter. I deleted the update and replaced it with an actual chapter. If you haven't read it, read it! Thanks guys.
A swirl of black broke through the tomb; a skeleton of a man stepping from the midst.
"So-..." Pitch mulled over in curiosity.
"Jack Frost decided to kill himself. Interesting...very interesting." Walking over to the globe he kept in his lair; Pitch was rattling things within his mind.
"Jack Frost...hmm...now why does that sound so familiar?" A brief moment of contemplation later, and an answer brewed within him.
"Ah yes, Jackson Overland Frost. I remember him. His fear of his reincarnation was...delicious. Ah those eyes, those beautiful, succulent, Ice blue, riddled with fear eyes. I could almost taste the tears dripping from them when he awoke." A sickening chuckle echoed throughout the room.
"His fear could have lasted me a life time, and then some! But that stupid Man in Moon had to tell the boy his name and ruin everything. It's not all bad I suppose his fear of not being believed in fed me for years."
Stopping on his heels; Pitch curiously stared at the top of his Globe; The North Pole sat there spinning. A wicked grin took flight on Pitch's cheeks.
"It seems the Guardians have taken a liking to the boy..." His grin set even wider.
"I could use this" A faint twinkling brought him from his gaze. Above him, shining high above the translucent water-like ceiling was the moon. Pitch couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't look at me like that old friend. You must have known this day would come. My nightmares are finally ready, are your Guardians?"
Jack Frost was exhausted, no scratch that, he was chaotically thrown into a physical relapse. His body was simply not up to the task of working any longer, and protested against any one of Jacks movements. He resorted into sinking back into the comfort of his bed, silently waiting for the sandman to come give him some well-deserved rest. Unfortunately for him, it seemed he wasn't getting his wish. Vanessa stood right to his left, barking about something he'd rather not listen to.
"-so I'll visit you every day, so will Aurora, right? Right. On the weekends we can all meet up and hang out. OH! Maybe we can go to the beach. You'd love the beach! Right Jack? Jack? Jack?!"
A hand rapidly jumping in his face brought him from his daze.
"Wha-? Oh, sorry 'Nessa. Must have left there for a minute."
Huffing, she crossed her arms. "Come on Jack, I can understand dozing off on Aurora, but me?! I'm the summer spirit! You know,
Energy, endless nights, excitement! Jack? JACK!"
"Huh, wha-?"
But it was no use. Jack was simply too tired to be tied into reality any longer. With a sigh and a shake of the head; Vanessa wished Jack a good night's rest, and left him be in his room. Aurora, who stood at the foot of the bed, silently chuckled.
"I'll see you tomorrow Jack. Get some rest." A kiss to the forehead later and she was gone in a breeze. All whom remained were two, very silent spring carriers. Luke, sensing the rising tension in the air, swiftly made his exit after saying goodnight to Jack. Bunnymund sat in the chair closest to the window; his gaze fixed on a point unbeknownst to Jack. Scoffing, Jack took up the defensive.
"You know, you won't get anywhere by staring like that Kangaroo." That drove Bunny back.
"Wait, 'wha did you just call me? I am not a kangaroo mate." Green eyes said to blue.
"Oh really? And this whole time I thought you were. If you're not a Kangaroo-...what are you?" Jack teased.
"I'ma Bunny. The Easter, Bunny. People beli-..." Asters ears perked and his nose quickly stopped its flaring fit. Mentally slapping himself, Aster internally fell into a pit of despair. He almost told Jack no one believed in him, after what the boy just did, and after what Bunny had found out, he almost made it even worse. He couldn't believe it, was he really this ill-tempered, this bad of a person?
"People what Cotton Tail?" The young albino replied with a smirk.
"Uh-people like what we do." He tried his hardest to bring out the we. Jack just scoffed.
"Oh please, all I cause is headaches and blizzards. I nip at people's noses and make a mess wherever I go. You make delicious candy for all the kids to enjoy. I've seen the work you've done with Luke too. The flowers you two make, incredible."
"Oh come on mate. Between me and you, all the Guardians are, are just hard work and deadlines. You're more snowballs and fun times. Trust me mate, kids like what you do."
As much as Jack wanted to retort a witty comment back to the overgrown animal; Jack couldn't. Something he couldn't explain flew inside of him. His soul latched onto it, as the feeling led him to a new horizon. What was he feeling? It was a entirely alien emotion brought on him. He'd never felt this before. It scared him at first but at the same time, gave him confidence. He felt warm on the inside, like the sun nestling your cheek on a spring day. What was he feeling?
It was hope.
"Y-you think so?"
Bunny smiled; his white teeth showing through.
"100% mate. Come on. You 'eva hear of a snow day? 'Ya telling me kids don't like that? Your head must be completely frosted over if you think that."
Jack couldn't help but smile at the pooka; his pearly whites shining through. Bunnymund cracked his own smile at the sight. Despite the in differences each other held, or the recent events that unfolded, maybe, just maybe, he could help Jack find his hope again. The hope he so desperately lost.
The minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days as Jack laid in confinement within the infirmary. To say he was restless was an understatement; the boy was losing his mind. Hours spent cooped up in this place began to drive the winter spirit mad. Sure North let him wonder the workshop once he was healed enough, but even then he was surrounded by walls. He tried to escape a few times here and there but North expected this.
Laying out the guidelines; North issued his yetis to be on full alert and at least one by Jack's side at all times. One yeti in particular took on the role of Jack-keeper. Phil, just another one of North's ruthless workers, had taken quite an emotional attachment to the winter spirit. He presumed it was based off of the many times Jack had tried to break into the workshop. But before he made it past one of the narrow corridors; Jack was always caught by a yeti, a yeti named Phil. The aggravating grunts he would give off were all In good fun despite the stern look that sounded them off. Phil actually enjoyed the times chasing off the boy. Working all year long had its pros and cons, and finding a new source of fun left him longing for more. Wither Jack knew it or not, Phil loved having Jack around. His playful attitude and fun loving antics gave happiness and joy to anyone or anything
Jack came in contact with. Phil treasured that deeply.
Finding out about Jack's, "accident", left Phil in turmoil. His fun loving Jack, the one who he thought that had nothing to worry about, did something like that to himself? It left Phil heartbroken. Just like the others; Phil blamed himself. He blamed it at all the times he scoffed at Jack, or tossed Jack out of the workshop. He made sure Jack knew he was sorry, but by this point, Jack was extremely aggravated.
"Phil I told you I'm fine!"
A mumbled grunt was what he received.
"I swear Phil! What? No, Phil, I'm not hungry. Phil! I'm not-" But it was too late. The yeti was already marching down to the kitchen; grunting something to the other Yeti's about Jack needing nourishment to get better.
Back down the hallway Jack sighed. Why was everyone trying to baby him? Sure, he did something drastic, but that didn't mean he needed sympathy. He didn't even need empathy, because it all just felt like pity to him, and he didn't want that. These sins were his to bear, and as much as he wanted the help, he knew he couldn't. This was his weight, his problem, his life; if you could really call this a life. Flying around for 300 years and sprinkling snow over the ground isn't what one would usually call a life. Never the less, it was Jack's life, and despite how hard it got; Jack knew he had to do it alone. He's been alone for 300 years now, why would a few more be any different? Walking back to his room; Jack swiftly entered. The door creaked shut behind him, and he weakly tossed his staff in his hands whilst he flopped down on the bed.
Since most of his injuries had healed, they moved him from the infirmary, to his own private room. Apparently, North had done some decorating while Jack was out because this entire room fit the theme of Jack. The walls were an ice baby blue, with a white trim floating on the edges. Delicate pristine snowflakes outlined the ceiling, cascading their individual patterns among one another. jack tried to count them all but found he couldn't, there simply were too many. Billions, trillions, of tiny little snowflakes swam on the roof of the room and Jack himself was in awe. He found during the nighttime the snowflakes would glow, doubling as stars. If that wasn't enough, golden lines painted themselves from seemingly nowhere, and wrapped around the room, the ceiling and wall. They interspersed themselves between the lifelike branches painted on the wall; resembling a pine forest freshly coated with dust of snow. The trees gave off a minty scent, coating the air with their sweet presence. The golden dream-sand burrowed them self in and out through the trees, and the winter spirit couldn't help himself. Jack, thinking it was the sandman, tried to touch the glistening lines, but found he could not. They were a part of the wall, moving as if magic.
A private symphony constructed just for him as he lay in bed at night truly made him feel special. He felt giggly like a school girl as he watched the lines start their decent into his ceiling; the snowflake like stars shining down upon him. He truly felt peace at the moment, and slowly his eyes drifted off into a completely blissful state of sleep. Golden sand formed above his head, and the young 17 year old boy softly drifted into slumber.
Yay new chapter! I hope you like the fast update. I apologize if this is getting a little boring for you. It's an angst story so there wont be much action. But I promise there will be some! Dealing with Pitch mostly. I had so much fun writing Jack's room. I've seen some descriptions of his room but most of them have never really stuck with me and I never really liked them. Hopefully you liked my description of his room. Thanks for reading guys!
As always, R.W.R.