So, going to include a couple of OC's. And this takes place before Jack becomes a Guardian. In the year 1990, actually. I am going to say Jack died in the year 1712, just because some of these one-shots are from the year he met the Guardians, which I am saying is 2012.
Jack couldn't believe it! He'd been invited to THE Headless Horseman's halloween party. He was so excited! He reread the invitation one last time before heading to New York City, where the party was supposed to take place.
To Jack Frost
Heard about you from Mother Nature.
She said you were pretty chill.
Get it? Chill? Heh.
Warning though: I am not
Responsible if Death or Eve Hallows
Bugs you.
If you wanna go,
Go to the Spirit Bar in NYC.
From - Headless Horseman
Jack had never gone to a Spirit Bar. He'd heard that some spirits and/or immortals had developed businesses, including bars, restaurants, malls, etc. Jack had gone to a few establishments, though he'd never had the guts to go to any bar.
Once he arrived Jack paid his respects to the Headless Horseman, whose name turned out to be Jack. The coincidence made them chuckle a bit before he had to go excuse himself to entertain the other guests. (He goes by H.H. just so there isn't any confusion between Jack Frost and Jack the Headless dude.)
"You escaped me."
Jack turned to see a man or at least, he assumed it was a man, dressed in a pitch black robe that covered his face. He held a scythe made of what looked to be the darkest piece of ebony Jack had ever seen in his life, complete with a blade made from the thinnest yet sharpest metal in the world.
"H-hello. Um, who are-" Jack was cut off as the stranger took but one step and was right in front of Jack in an instant, his breath smelling like, well, there wasn't any other way to explain it except that it was like Death itself was the one standing before him. But it couldn't be him….right?
"You escaped me, many years ago. Two-hundred-and-seventy-eight, to be exact. Manny and Gaia forbid me from getting you then. However, I do intend to get you. One day."
And with that he was gone, and while Jack wasn't exactly sure what the being meant, he had no doubts; he had just spoken to Death. The most feared spirit in the universe.
Jack didn't feel much like partying after that. So he said by to H.H. before heading home, feeling that same sense of something missing that he had felt every day since he woke up by his lake. He also felt something else, something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Something that would begin the stirring of another dark being. One who hadn't been seen since the Dark Ages, one Jack would have to face two days before Easter, 2012.
Jack felt fear, and as he was the only immortal child in the world therefore the strongest believer in the world, his fear began the process of Pitch coming back into power even if it only lasted temporarily.
AN: Just thought of a emotional one-shot. I'll try to write it this week, along with a few others. Happy Halloween! Kitkat Out!