This is officially the end of the Evil Jack series (or whatever y'all call it). Afterwards, I may (hopefully) post some other stories of mine that I've been working on. Mostly, they are different one-shot series. (Not all of them are ROTG). So that's something to look forward to! Yay!
Jack: Get on with it! I want to know what happens!
Me: No one appreciates creative people anymore.
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"I said yes, ya bloody wanker so drink it!"
While Bunny and 'Frost' argued, Pitch stood in between North and Sandy, Tooth fluttering around nervously as though not sure whether she should intervene or not, and he wasn't sure what was happening.
Jack- no. Frost was acting like the child he is. Stomping his foot every time he spoke, covering his ears when Bunny said something, and just being immature. Even for him. Meanwhile, Bunny (who was supposed to be an adult) had his arms crossed but kept yelling and Pitch was sure the only reason he hadn't pounced on the Winter Spirit was because he held both the cup filled with the elixir and the staff.
"I don't wanna! And I don't want that stick either!" Jack whined. Bunny looked at Pitch and nodded, making the boogeyman smile deviously. This was the part of the plan he liked most.
Using the shadows and darkness that was brought from no sun in Antarctica, Pitch bound Frost in placed, making him unable to move his arms or legs.
Bunny walked forward, causing Frost to try and struggle to no avail. He poured the drink down the child's throat and shoved the staff into his hands.
Jack's eyes went white as a light of blue washed over him, making him once again have albino skin and snow-colored hair. His clothes changed from their previously black color back to normal (for a Winter Spirit over 300 years old, that is). And when he opened his eyes, they were once again blue. Pitch released him from his bonds, and watched as the Guardians embraced the youngest of the group.
"I'm so sorry; I tried to stop Frost but-" Jack was cut off by Tooth practically squeezing him to death. And while Pitch may be evil, even he didn't like the thought of a spirit, no, a child dying (or suffocating).
"Toothiana, I think he needs air. To, I don't know, breathe?"
Tooth sheepishly released Jack, who shot a thankful look towards Pitch. Pitch nodded his head before disappearing into the ground, using the darkness for his escape.
"Old friend, I don't know what you wanted. But I'll stop. For now. Try something like this again, and I won't hesitate to do what is needed. Sorry for disappointing you," Pitch said as he looked at Manny shining dimly in the sky.
AN: The end (of this arc, anyways). 'Till next time….Kitkat Out!