HELLO PEOPLE! Below you will find something shocking. Not really, but one of my reviewers (I don't remember who) asked for a Greif-stricken! Bunny and that's what she got. I also included a little literature in there too. CHECK IT! lol
ONWARD WITH THE STORY!
Bunny now felt extremely tired.
He had gone day and night searching for Jack, that the whites of his eyes started to get red. North, however, was the complete opposite. He had no bags under his eyes, and he would get up early in the morning like he usually did to eat some variety of cookies. Along with milk, of course. One day, Bunnymund asked North in a bitter tone, "Why the hell are you so chipper today? And everyday, for that matter?" North continued to eat away at his meal, and with a mouth full of outmeal, he replied, "Vecause I'm able to vest while you do the work for me." North laughed with his mouth still full of cookie.
And just seeing North so... happy made Bunny's blood boil.
Bunnymund's face began to show anger, and eventually, he erupted, "HOW CAN YOU BE SO DAMN HAPPY?!", the gigantic rabbit exploded, fighting with himself and his decisions to either throw the plate of food out a window, or beat the old man senseless. He did neither, to his surprise, and snapped, "HOW ARE YOU SO HAPPY, WHEN ONE OF OUR OWN IS OUT THERE, PROBABLY GETTING TORTURED AND MANGLED!" In his anger, he threw the plate across the room, dubbing one of his choices made. Bunny chuckled, and yelled, "And, I don't know how you aren't doing a damn about any of this. And on top of all that, your making me do all the searching while you eat your damn cookies, not a care in the world!"
Bunny turned to walk away from North, but then chose to say, "AT LEAST I FIGURED OUT THAT PITCH HAS A SERVANT!" And with that, Bunny stomped the ground two times, and fell through.
The kitchen was now filled with an indefinite silence, only seeming to grow now that the tinier noises began to fade off into the distance. With his mouth now void of food, North smirked, and whispered to himself, "I already knew that, Aster. I already knew."
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Bunny popped back into the Warren, fuming in anger and frustration. How could that old coot be so joyful?! How could he not even care about the whereabouts of that Frostbite?! How... could he not care?
Another thing clicked in his mind.
He hadn't cared. This... everything was his fault. He was the reason why Jack was missing, and probably scared at the moment. He recalled everything he had said to the poor boy.
"Listen, you seem to be mistaken about that little family of yours. We aren't your family."
"May I repeat, we aren't your family. Hell, I don't think we'd care if you even went missing! We'd probably just keep doing our usual routine with children of the world!"
"Oh, but I guess you wouldn't care either, seeing as you don't care that any of us have work to do."
"And you know what else? You're on your own, Old Snowman. No one is going to help you with anything!"
Bunnymund remembered that last part the most, which made him cringe with sadness. What have I done? Why would I say those things... Aster thought, sitting down on a slab of rock, and putting his head in his hands. What is wrong with me? And it wasn't like he didn't knowperfectly well what three hundred years did to that boy.
Loneliness
Sorrow
Misery
Anguish
And worst of all... Unloved. Those were the feelings that Jack Frost had encountered during his three-hundred year life-time. How was he this stupid to have not realized this?! Was he this ignorant? Did he really hate Jack that much? Enough to say even the cruelest things to him? Usually, he'd ignore him until the anger was gone. But this time... Something snapped inside of him. All those years of getting pranked finally caught up to him, and Bunny guessed that he had enough of it all. \
Then he decided, Enough of this! I am going to find him if it is the last thing I do!
And with that, Aster E. Bunnymund stomped his feet two times, and fell through.
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Why do I feel so sleepy? Jack thought, practically dowsing off. One time, he nearly fell over while he was walking! Then, he wondered another thing. How many days had Jack spent cooped up in the dark? Jack thought he was actually hearing things now, though he dared not be afraid of them. That would only bring Pitch more satisfaction. And then there was Fionice. That lady was absolutely nuts! Why would she call Pitch 'his majesty'? Did she honestly think that Pitch was a king? There was no way! If Pitch was anything, he was more of... well, Jack perfer he didn't say those words aloud.
Suddenly, he fell over, exausted and weak. "What's happening..to me?", Jack whispered, his vision blurring, and his head filling with pain. He heard a foul cackle coming from behind him, but by this time, his body also started to fill with pain, and moving his sore body would only cause more pain. "Oh, Jack Frost," a voice said, "So little and alone." And then that sentence turned into something else.
"Poor, Jack. So cold and alone,
Why, his poor heart had turned to solid stone!
Everything he does is all just for nothing.
All he awaits for is a little something,"
"Sto...Stop...", Jack whimpered, his mind and body filling with immense pain. The poor boy started making whimpering, and groaning noises. The voice continued.
"Spending three-hundred years, oh so lonely,
No one to save him from his tragedy.
Mass destruction, wherever he goes
It's his fault, he knows,"
Suddenly, Jack's mind began to fill with images about all the sad families, all the fatherless or motherless children crying. And it was all because their car crashed. All because they slipped and cracked open their head.
All because of the ice he created.
"STOP! PLEASE!", Jack yelled, tears streaming down his face, feeling helpless and scared. He couldn't help feeling scared. His body was in extreme agony. He hugged himself. The absurd voice continued onward with the last verse.
"Nobody cares about the poor little child,
His fake grin plastered for those who smiled
Tragedy, Sorrow, Anger, Loss
All of this makes up Jack Frost!"
And then Jack felt nothing. His body and mind went numb. Before finally falling to sleep, the voice said, "Sweet dreams, Jack Frost..." A tremendously loud laugh bounced off the walls of the room.
And Jack passed out.
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Jack woke up about two hours later, in a dark room. Not the previous one he had been in before. No, this one was a smaller room, with a... bed? Why would there be a bed in Pitch's lair? Jack thought, his head swerving left and right. Nothing on the left side. Nothing but a door on the right side.
Wait, a door?
I can get out of here through there! the Winter Child thought, hopping off the bed and lifting his arm to the doorknob. But before he could touch the doorknob, he noticed something about his arm. Where...is...my...hoodie!? Jack thought. He looked at his chest. No hoodie to be found. If you were there, you would have seen the scars all over his torso, and wrists. All of them within the three-hundred year life-time, and many more that were recent.
Suddenly, the door flies open, knocking Jack back on the bed. Fionice comes through with a rather... showy outfit on. (A/N: you don't need me to tell you what it looked like) "What the fu- Woah.", Jack says, taken back by the sudden change in clothing. The clothing still had the color green, but with a different attire. Dang, Jack thought, biting his lower lip, I really wanna... Wait, WHAT THE CRAP AM I THINKING?! In the outside world, Jack began slapping himself to try and get rid of the dirty thoughts occupied in his mind. "Hey. Jack," Fionice called, getting annoyed, "Jack. Cold One. JACK!" Jack looked up at Fionice, and while doing so, he scanned over the outfit again. What's she gonna do to me? Jack thought, a look of disgust crossing on his face whilst thinking about all the possibilities. He looked at Fionice again, this time yelling, "What's your problem anyway, lady!?"
Suddenly, she slapped him.
"Is that the way you treat your elders, Cold One?", Fionice started, watching Jack touch the spot where she slapped him. She then pushed Jack's shoulder, and his back landed on the bed. "Hey, what're you-" "Shh, Jack...", Fionice taunted, putting a finger on Jack's lips. He immediately knew where this was going, and blushed. Hard. "G-Guh, F-Fionice, I-I'm too..." He didn't get to finish the sentence, since a pair of lips came rocketing down on his. "MRRPH STPH FU FPHEASE!", Jack muffled, his arms flailing everywhere to try and get the insane woman off him.
And then he started to feel woozy.
Not this again! Jack thought, his struggle growing slower, and weaker. This time, he didn't feel any pain. But everything he felt went numb. He couldn't feel a single thing throughout his entire being. He grew scared again. Why was he here? Why had they kidnapped him? What was his purpose for being here?
Why me?
Jack suddenly felt deeply depressed. He began to think, Why am I here? What's wrong with me? Why do I have to immortal?
Why don't I just die?
Everything will be better that way.
I don't have to cause pain anymore.
Nobody will have a hopelessbother hanging around.
They won't miss me.
I should just do that, huh? Die?
But the thing is... will it work?
I don't know, but what I do know...
is that I want to disappear forever.
Then Jack Frost passed out into a dreamless sleep.
WELL, IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR, IM GUESSING YOU GUYS ARE GOING. 'NO JACK! YOUR NOT A HOPELESS BOTHER! YOUR PERFECT!'
Yeah.
ANYWAY, how do you guys like the sexy part I put in here. I gave this spoiler to one of my other reviewers (not the same one I mentioned above) and it was definitely the way I wanted it to go. :3
And I also included EXTREME angst in this chapter. Tell me how you guys took it when Jack thought he wanted to die. I wanna know~~
Thank you so much for reading, and I will read you... in the next review. BA-BAI!