What's this? Two updates in one day? Jack must have gone to Hell cause I'm pretty sure it just froze over.

But seriously, this is a rather short one so it really didn't take long to write (I saw no sense in dragging it out unnecessarily). So Seryyth, here is that Rudolph 'does he exist?' *insert Jamie impersonation here* request of yours :3

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Rudolph the Irritated Reindeer

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Jack stared at the large, muscular beasts North tried to call reindeer. He was pretty sure they were some kind of mutant deer at the very least, because he'd seen reindeer and they were not as bold and scary as these guys. Maybe they were part wolf. Or bear.

The deer in question didn't pay him any mind as they munched away on the hay in their stalls. When they were settled like this it was hard to connect them with the rowdy and excitable creatures he'd seen attached to the sleigh that day when they'd gone to fight for the Tooth Palace.

Looking at them made him wonder; were they the same as the ones the humans knew? He caught sight of small golden plaques attached to the wooden doors of their stalls (and it was a wonder they didn't just break out – Jack didn't doubt they could).

"Donner," he read the first one, Donner lifting his head, still chewing on a mouthful of hay. And there was Blitzen in the stall opposite. As he walked through the barn he called out each name as he passed them, "Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Cupid – heh wonder how actual Cupid feels about that – Vixen – wow, that's an unfortunate name – Comet," he paused when he reached the last stall. "Rudolph," he read and turned his gaze on the reindeer in question.

Rudolph looked at him lazily, like he couldn't even be bothered to live up to his rather threatening appearance.

"Hmm," Jack frowned. "No glowing red nose… which I guess makes sense considering the shape of reindeer noses."

The look Rudolph gave him could easily have been interpreted as 'You only just figured that out?'

A warbling from the doorway made Jack turn. One of the yetis had walked in with a fresh bale of hay in hand. It waved in greeting and Jack smiled back. He didn't know this particular yeti's name, but he supposed it didn't really matter. There were heaps of them, after all, and he couldn't really be expected to remember them all. He would bet that North did, though.

The yeti deposited the bale in the corner before approaching him, picking up what he was looking at fairly quickly. It waved a hand and said something, then left to enter a storage room. Jack had no idea what it was getting at and shrugged, returning his attention to Rudolph.

The yeti was back momentarily, something clasped in its hand. Rudolph didn't put up a fuss when the yeti reached out and secured the something over his muzzle, though he did look a little exasperated.

"Is that…?" Jack grinned when he got a good look at what the yeti had done. And then proceeded to laugh, earning a snort from Rudolph. "Well, I guess that's where the red nose thing comes from, huh?"

The yeti had fastened some kind of large red bauble (that looked suspiciously like it belonged on a Christmas tree instead of an animal's face) to the end of the deer's nose. The yeti gestured as it spoke trying to convey further information.

"Um, I'm just gonna take a stab here and guess that it's only used in fog and bad weather?" Jack said with a raised brow.

The yeti nodded approvingly.

"Well there you go," Jack muttered. "Man do I feel bad for you, though," he told the deer. "No wonder they picked on you…"

Actually, now that he thought about it, he found himself having a lot in common with the deer (which sounded ridiculous even as he thought it) – assuming the real Rudolph was anything like the one from the Christmas song. Outcasted for being different and shunned until they were given the chance to prove themselves.

"Okay, that's enough philosophical thinking for one day," Jack said, turning to head out of the barn. North was probably wondering where he went, anyway.

The yeti looked at him strangely, which wasn't all that surprising, and proceeded to follow him out. It wasn't until they were gone that Rudolph realised that neither of them had remembered to take the blasted light off his nose.