Oblivion was humming to themselves, kicking the air, watching the sunrise. It was beautiful, every sunset was different, new. A new day, a new start, new life. Not to mention the colors! They were so beautiful and vivid, shades you could never even hope to copy.
"I didn't believe it when I first heard of a new spirit. Of the spirit called Death. But, I suppose I'm not the only one." A cool voice laughed, and Oblivion turned to glance at the visitor. Pitch Black. Pitch could see them?
"Oh… oh! You can see me too!" Grinning, Oblivion threw their arms around Pitch, who spluttered a response, looking at Oblivion with unbelieving eyes. "Jack promised he would spread the word… but I never expected him to work this quickly. Thank you for believing in me." Oblivion smiled, and decided this was a moment that needed to be catalogued, holding up the camera, snap, capturing Pitch's questioning gaze against the backdrop of a sunset.
"Your biggest supporter, is someone who didn't believe in you for 300 years? That's pathetic." The spirit of fear sneered, while Oblivion frowned.
"But, he was the first one to believe in me. You have to let people help and surprise you. Give them a second chance." Shaking the photo, they waited for the colors to develop.
"You believe in mushy stuff like that? You truly think they will keep believing in you? That they won't abandon you?" The cloaked spirit looked over Pitch, trying to find why he had such malice in his voice. Perhaps it was Oblivion's fault, in fact, it most likely was, they designed him too.
"I'm sorry that you don't. I didn't create a perfect model of fear, because you have so many fears too. I think I projected too many of my own onto you. But, there's hope in me, that you don't have. You have to let them surprise you." Mumbling, Oblivion put the picture into their pocket. Looking beside them, Pitch was gone.
Even if Jack had gotten Oblivion's permission to show the other Guardians the cave system that Oblivion called home, he still felt like he was intruding without them there. Currently sitting outside of the mouth of the cave, Jack and Bunny awaited the others.
"So mate. You and Oblivion seemed to be attached at the hip." Aster smirked, and Jack had a small blush travel up his cheeks. "Why spend so much time with 'er anyways? I get the whole guilt thing, but…" He trailed off, but Jack didn't agree with the meaning in his words.
"It's not guilt. Maybe at first it was… wait, Oblivion is a girl?" Did the spirit tell Aster before even telling Jack?
"No. I'm not sure, I just thought… she looks like a female." Aster mumbled. This was turning awkward fast the pooka realized. "Why hang around Oblivion now then, if it isn't guilt?" Watching the winter spirit carefully, Jack took a moment before responding.
"They… they just don't see the world like we do. I can relate a bit, since until Jaime, no kid believed in me. But Oblivion had no one, but they never became angry like I did." Before either got the chance to speak again, North appeared with his sleigh, towing Sandy and Tooth with him.
"Ah… carpool is great idea." The jolly man grinned, holding up his swords with glee. "Jack, show us our newest friend's home please." He pointed his sword forward as if leading an expedition. Jack smirked at his antics before motioning for them to follow. He couldn't wait to see their faces. It was beautiful inside. Clearly lots of time and love was put into the place.
Taking the first right, then two lefts, it opened up to a huge cavern. The fireflies of three different colors floated around. Candles alit as they walked in.
"Oh my!" Tooth gasped, her wings fluttering excitedly, quickly leaving the ground in favor to hover further up in the cave. Jack found himself gravitating towards the huge wall of winter pictures. They were sorted by season, and he even appeared in a few. But there were pictures of frozen dewdrops, frost, snow, children's snow forts and people. Sledding, anything winter.
It was amazing to see this much effort put into simply taking photographs. Idly, he wondered how much film Oblivion went through. The had to laugh as he found a picture that Jaime would love. It was a of a Yeti, walking through the snow and ice, something right out of those Chasing Legends books.
At one point, he had turned around to see what his friends thought, but held his tongue at their expressions. They each were looking at the different cherished items on the shelves, each looked more pained by the minute.
"Hey, you all are a bunch of downers. I brought you here to help. This place needs some actual furniture, as well as things that weren't just trash from humans." That seemed to get the group in gear, as he got exclamations of agreement.
Landing outside their home Oblivion thought it felt different. To be honest, they had forgotten about the invitation given to Jack until they stepped through the main opening to the cave.
"This is beautiful." In complete awe, Oblivion didn't know what to say. There were new pieces of furniture. A bed, dresser, a couple tables and chairs. But, most surprisingly, there were huge copies of some of Oblivion's photos hung on the wall in frames. Jack suddenly appeared at the spirit's side, a wide grin on his face.
"I hope you like it. The others helped me. But, we have another surprise for you." Jack gently grabbed Oblivion's hand, and dragged them to the middle of the room, where the Guardians awaited. "Hope you don't mind, but I told North to cut the theatrics." Jack whispered the last part, as North pulled out a grand book. Silver eyes widened in surprise, looking at the familiar book, they recognized it.
"I did have Jangle bring horn." The jolly man grinned, gesturing to an elf that suddenly began blasting an off key note enthusiastically.
"You... you want me to be part of the Guardians?" A feeling erupted in Oblivion's chest, they didn't know what it was, but they threw themselves into Jack's arms, tearing up. "Thank you... thank you so much." To be accepted into their group? They thought it was crazy to be believed in, by all of them. But... to become a Guardian. There was a certain feeling of elation, one that only intensified as Oblivion suddenly found Jack's lips on theirs. Blinking back the suddenness, the spirit of Life and Death kissed Jack Frost back, in an oddly warm embrace.
AN: I hope you all liked it! I completely fell in love with Oblivion as I wrote this. To be completely honest, I wasn't really sure where it was going for the most part, it wrote itself. This was the main plot line, but am interested in adding a part 2, same or different story of one-shots of before and after Oblivion was beleved in. Let me know what you all think! Thank you all so much! -Z