Set after the movie.
Silence has once been a common place for the Guardians, unable to stretch the span of time with idle chatter about unimportant gossip and invaluable topics such as the weather. Time was an ever-changing presence which loomed over them all in its tiny cracks. They were beyond its bounds while those they afflicted all were caught up in the power it produced. It was a disquieting situation to watch all those you dared to extend a hand to vanish and pass on without a word. Each growing instance had whittled away their humanity til they barely took to conversation, strung together only by the same passage they grew bitter with. Enemies and traumatic experiences, however, tend to invite the desire for companionship to overcome harsh and brutal statistics. Words were exchanged in these bothersome upheaves that they remained united to hinder such rebellious characters. It wasn't a perfect system by any means yet the bonds were forged in bequeathing times of peace, which was satisfactory to all that it encompassed.
A clock ruled those whom walked the little water-filled planet, unbiased by any human aspect that they hoped would tip the scale in their favor. Friends and adversary alike were wiped from the slate, shedding memories and bloodshed with a single stroke. They had never considered themselves immortal-no,- even that was proven under such dire conditions to be a lie. Yet the ordinary gears of age had ceased their flow, preventing their final moments to go in a natural state. Only by brandishing infuriated violence could truly allow them their last breath, both considered a blessing and a punishment in its right.
Death was such an odd word to begin with, for it to connect the entire spectrum of its loss in so few letters. That this five syllable term accompanied billions of lost souls, and trillions of its witnesses and aftermatic impressions could discombobulate the mind in triviality. In a deeper thought, life was also the same. It was even less of an expression and its concept ranged to unimaginable lengths as well. It had crossed each of their minds at one period or another, judging the initial upbringing in which they'd been raised and its valuable impact it corresponded upon the world.
The Man in the Moon was never treated for a fool, as ever knowing as a God and nearly as passive. It was he whom lifted them from the cold embraces of the afterlife to serve his aid against those who sought the end of what he protected. Their roles as pawns was never dulled in any action yet it never discarded the idea of a margin of error on someones part. Then came the day they'd been met with another whom resembled one which would drag them down to where they belonged before rebirth. A body which focused the harsh and frigid grip of those whom slept in nailed beds beneath their feet. It was misleading that he would also deliver the missing warmth that was presumed lost with the surge of eternal rank.
Those eyes had once conquered earth-shattering consequences, demolished strong willed armies, and vanquished numerous attempts at even the basics of arguments. It was an unbecoming trump card which was thus far unbeatable. To verse such a foe made any past challenges appear as little more than child's play. In their entire lifetimes combined, a greater threat had never surfaced so as those shimmering sockets locked onto to their latest prey, it flabbergasted any logical counter he'd been ready to serve. Opposition was futile against such a sight, that panic replaced a once steady willpower achieved over lasting hardships in mere chimes of a hand.
"M-momma?" sputtered an incoherent speaker, lost in the waves of turmoil sprouting in disarray about the four. Pandemonium never seemed to lose pace when it came to the boy, gawking those beacons of cerulean in a general direction. Bunnymund felt his entire form burning from that intense, unblinking scrutiny as his head swiveled for a particular object to concentrate his attention to. Even when they conceded to his position, they grazed his brown split ends along the right side of his freckled face. His words were locked in his throat, unable to compute the scenario he muddled his way into.
"Sweet tooth..." came a trembling voice along the boys left, releasing the contact while she gathered shreds of unseen emotion. Even the parade of merriment lodged a deep lump within their throats, grasping at straws for a solution in this killjoy. "Baby, you see..." she tried again, trying to assemble her courage as the words cascaded out her open mouth. It was all she could keep to do before she broke to tears, something she held her morals against for Jack to witness, whether teen or otherwise.
"Jack, this v'ill not be so easy to take...but-" North tried to take over, losing his grip of reality as the words failed to comprehend the message that were supposed to inform. No one dared to utterly crush that light that once lit their globes with a twinkle of childhood, trying to preserve this forgotten time of blissful naive ignorance that had faded in exchange for understanding the blackest portions that eyes shunned from minds.
"She's probably lookin' for me, huh? Hope she's not worried- hate to make her worry." Jack thought aloud, letting the audible worries mingle in their wounds. No one met his look anymore, even his stature and shadow couldn't capture their vision for a mere moment. Shame shrouded in an unwelcome blanket curbing the personal demons that haunted every being in existence.
Previous talks of paper models, snowballs, staring contests, and times of laughter seemed bleak and distant from where they once originated. Almost as if another time, another dimension that shattered that uplifting dream with a snap of its nightmarish claws. The appearance of a single body went uninformed; how did it compare to the revelation of their latest unveiling? Squeaks and chirps eventually drew the attention of the fairy to notice her mini double had arrived with news. They conversed in a foreign mixture of tweets and acute ranges which fairly amounted in an new emergence of a hopefully diverging subject.
Every pair of sight converged on their two nearly identical shapes, airborne bodies unresponsive to anything outside the sole bodies. Furrowed eyebrows creased to complement the concentrated look, skeptically observing what laid before them. They inquired a better look as the feet pitched themselves the short distance to the new source of distraction. A sharp tug ran a cool chill along Tooth's feathered appearance, elating an abrupt release of air from her lungs before investigating the sudden cause of the sensation.
"Momma?" A murmur sounded from the attached body of the arm, still coiled around her multi-colored leg. As their eyes interlocked, violet against azure, she took in the wonderment trapped in that single stare.
Another ending by the a single thing from baby Jack?! Jeez, but hey, chapter is up! The beginning spiel is a bit of a foreshadowing as well as a few hints that you may have picked up in the story so far. If not, oh well~ Enjoy the ride with me and just read along while I make a fool of myself in this story. More characters are to come if you'll bear with it. Sorry if you're looking for a one-shot, I'll try to post one soon. Til then, let me know what you guys think of this and if it should continue. Jackson may have faded from the season but he's still in all our hearts! Anyhow...
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