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Jack should've known better.

Instead of leaving the cell immediately, he decided to rest for a while with Bunny, and listen to a story. And because of that one action, that one selfish act, they were now surrounded by the meanest looking nightmares he'd seen.

And he was doubting whether they would get out alive.

The nightmares circled closer towards them, snorting and grinding their hooves on the ground. Jack realised that if he didn't stop thinking about his past actions, they would soon be a mess of shattered bones on the ground.

Come on, there's gotta be a way out…

The spirit searched the floor, then the walls, and finally the ceiling, to see if there were any cracks or openings hidden in the shadows.

"What abou' there?" Bunny muttered beside him, twitching his hand slightly towards the right. Jack looked down and saw a small opening in the top corner of the cell. The horses moved closer again, and the spirit shook his head slightly.

"It's too small." He muttered to the rabbit, backing further against the wall.

"It's our only chance."

"I can see that, Kangaroo." Jack but his lip, thinking. But nothing came into his head. "Maybe I could blast it apart…" Jack looked at his staff, and then back up at the crack. "But the whole thing will cave in."

"Ah." Bunny said, moving closer to Jack as the nightmares pushed close, leaving only a few metres of space in between. The spirit raised his staff, preparing to fight- even though it was a battle he would lose.

"I say go through the hole." Bunny said, lowering his ears, "blow it up."

Jack had to admit, it sounded better than getting torn apart.

"Yeah. I agree." The spirit eyed the crack and raised his staff towards it. The nightmares immediately surged forward, just as Bunny shouted "Now!"

Jack blasted the crack apart with one ice blast and grabbed Bunny's arm. A nightmare lunged ahead of the others, and managed to bite onto one of the rabbit's foot.

Bunny yelled, Jack shouted and the other nightmares shrieked.

"Fuck!" Bunny swiftly kicked the nightmare's face, tearing it off his foot; Jack pushed the other guardian forward and whacked the nightmares away with his staff. Bunny scrambled in the hole quickly as the nightmares pounced angrily.

"Frostbite!" The Pooka yelled as the younger guardian disappeared from sight, covered by a crowd of nightmares. Some other nightmares began to climb up the wall, using the crevasses as supports.

Bunny was having none of it.

He punched, bit and kicked the nightmares away, always trying to spot a flash of white within the mass of black.

Then the ceiling began to cave in.

It was small at first- just a few pebbles- but it soon turned into a shower of rocks the size of tennis balls; now, the situation they were stuck in had turned into chaos.

Nightmares began to fight harder as their numbers dropped because of the steady collapse of the cell. The stones hit Bunny like bullets, but he stayed where he was, searching…

And then Jack was there, against the wall. He had leapt out the crowd with a few bruises and a bleeding head, and now was trying to climb the wall, holding his staff between his teeth. But the wall was crumbling, and the spirit couldn't get a grip; he would only get so far before slipping down again. The nightmares, noticing his absence, began to circle beneath him, dodging rocks neatly.

"Come on, Frosty!" Bunny held out his paw, stretching as far as he could without falling himself. Jack reached out, wobbling, and tried to grip onto it.

But he missed.

Bunny stretched further, grinding his teeth. The spirit let out a small squeak as he slid down the wall and the nightmares reared on their hind legs, snapping the space a few centimetres away from his feet.

"Come on, ya can do it…" The Pooka said. As more rocks fell at a alarming rate, Jack began to climb again determinedly, hooking his fingers into the remaining cracks. Bunny reached out again, and the spirit paused before extending his arm slowly.

And finally, the Pooka managed to grasp Jack's hand and pulled him upwards, into the crack.

"Thanks." Jack said breathlessly, spitting out his staff.

"No problem, Snowflake." Bunny smiled; Jack snorted and was about to send back a remark when the hole finally caved in in itself, trapping them inside.

Jack's last logical thought was 'shit.' Before darkness engulfed his vision.

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Bunny coughed as he pushed the last of the rocks off his legs. Somehow, he had managed to find a way out of the stones that buried him, and now he was squinting in the darkness and dust, looking for Jack Frost.

The spirit had been in front of him when the tunnel collapsed, smiling carelessly.

And now he was nowhere to be seen.

Buried under the rubble.

"Frostbite!" Bunny meant to shout, but it came out as a whisper, then a cough. He tried again, clearing his throat.

"Jack!" His voice echoed down the ruined cave, but no answer came. "Shit." Bunny muttered, and began to sniff the rocks, trying to locate the spirit.

There.

A slight scent of peppermint and fresh snow briefly was detected in the air. Bunny immediately crouched closer, his injured leg limp beside him, and began to move some of the rocks away. The scent began to strengthen, and after what seemed like hours, the Pooka finally unearthed a hand.

"I got ya, Frostbite." Bunny muttered, digging. He moved up to his torso, then his neck, until he finally found the spirit's head.

Jack, thankfully, seemed alright, apart from the fact that he was unconscious. A thick trickle of blood was running down his face and into his hair, staining it red.

"Wake up, Frosty." Bunny said, tapping his cheek. Jack didn't respond; the Pooka sighed and gently began to pick him up, brushing the dirt off the black armour and coat.

Carefully, Bunny began to struggle over the rocks, Jack safely in his arms, following the scent of fresh air. It had been a few minutes of him walking before he saw the first glimpse of light, and that was when Jack began to stir slightly, furrowing his eyebrows. The Pooka stopped, crouching in the small, dark tunnel as the spirit slowly regained consciousness; his eyes cracked open, unfocused.

"Frosty?" Bunny whispered, moving into a more comfortable position. When there was no answer, the Pooka tried again. "Jack?"

Jack looked around and spotted Bunny crouched over him; he smiled at the sight, letting out a small snort.

"What happened?" He asked, his smile faltering as he studied their surroundings.

"Ya got knocked out." Bunny answered, beginning to walk again. Jack tipped his head over to the side drunkly so he was looking in the direction they were travelling in.

"Where's my staff?" He asked.

"Next to ya."

"Oh yeah…"

Daylight suddenly shone over them, making Jack groan and Bunny sigh in relief.

"'Bout time!" The Pooka yelled, staring at the snowy landscape.

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