I do not own RoTG or GoC.
It was common knowledge that Jack Frost was on the Naughty list. It was even better known that he held the record for getting on the naughty list. That he held almost all the records was a less-well known fact.
Jack didn't know if everyone else had different 'naughty list records', but it gave him something to aim for every year.
The first few years, he went for 'most years on Naughty list'. That was probably the one that most people thought of. But after a while, it had gotten boring. And Jack had decided to get creative.
So he had made his own list, of ways to get on the naughty list. Then he had gotten some of North's elves (and his own), to send him a copy of the list every year, and had started making his categories.
They were creative, and he was always coming up with new ones. Last year had been "Most people stuck to their chairs with syrup" at 3,849 people. The year before it had been "Largest number of wreaths threaded on a lightpole (786).
This year, he had a new category to try for. One he hadn't managed to succeed in yet. "Most unique outfits ruined". And this year, he was targeting the Guardians. Already, he'd sculpted Sandy into a sandcastle (the little Guardian had volunteered, and they'd had a grand time coming up with something really creative), painted polka-dots on most of Tooth and her mini-fairies feathers, trimmed Bunny's best robe into Bermuda shorts, and replace every elf on the pole's pointy hats with sombreros.
For his latest and greatest trick, however, he'd reached an impasse.
"No one told me Santa had two suits!" Jack whispered to the Yeti who'd let him in.
Two suits sat in front of Jack. One was the suit he'd seen North fight Pitch in, trimmed handsomely in black fur with a traditional Russian cap. The second was the Santa Suit. The one on pictures, and on postcards.
Jack had only brought enough tie-dye (snatched from Bunny) for the black suit. He'd only planned for one. And he still had Pitch to redecorate.
Pitch… That gave Jack a grand idea. "Do you have any oil for the machines around here? The sticky, black used stuff?"
The Yeti blanched, and gave a cautious nod. Jack gave a whoop, and set to work prepping the black robe. Soon enough, it was soaking in the various egg-shaped tanks, and Jack was hauling the white suit behind his Yeti guide.
The oil was in a machine room, stored in sturdy wooden drums far from any chance of spark or fire.
His Yeti guide bowed, then took off like a rocket, eager to place as much space between Jack and a chance on the Naughty list as possible.
Jack opened up the barrel, and picked up the robe. He shoved the robe in, stirring it around a few times to get it well and truly soaked. Floating above the barrel, he used the crook of his staff to haul the robe out of the oil.
Everything would have gone according to plan had North not barged in, waving a beautifully tie-dyed coat, swirling with yellows, greens and blues.
"Jack Frost!" North thundered.
Jack gave a squawk of alarm, and dropped Twinetender. Gravity caught up to him rather quickly, sending him tumbling into the barrel of oil.
Sheepishly, he poked his head out, looking at both coats, and at North. Jack blinked, covered head to toe in filthy grunge, and grinned.
"I was improvising?"
Motor oil is nasty to clean up. Poor North.
