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Sequel to "Shoes of Doom"

This was going to be hilarious.

Finally he would get his revenge. Noone messed with Jack Frost and got away with it. Not even Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny.

The shoe-incident had taken place weeks ago and he had racked his brain about what he could do as payback. North and Bunny had been suspicious and paranoid during that time, always expecting the spirit of winter to attack whenever they turned their backs on him. By now they had either forgotten about it or didn't assume he still held a grudge against them.

He did. And it was the perfect moment to avenge his damaged dignity.

Those shoes. That photo. The ridicule.

Jack shuddered at the memory as he gracefully landed on a windowsill at North's workshop and climbed inside. Oh yeah, Father Christmas would be the first to feel his wrath.

Snickering to himself and already picturing the effects of his plan the white-haired teen sneaked towards his destination. He had to pass the yetis on his way but fortunately they were too busy with their tasks to notice him. Except Phil who shot him a glare and made the "I'm watching you"-motion with his fingers. Jack raised an eyebrow and almost tripped over an elf who was hurrying after a little toy car.

All of a sudden a familiar Russian voice echoed through the halls.

"I don't like it, paint it red!"

The accused yeti really should have known better than painting the toy planes neon green.

It was worth a try, yet he obviously regretted the decision now, judging from his frustrated groan.

North was heading straight towards Jack so the frost boy quickly dodged behind the hiding place closest to him, a yeti. But not any yeti. He looked up in shock as realization hit him.

Though he couldn't see it, he could literally feel the gloating grin on Phil's face.

"Good work fellas, continue like this! Only 4 more months till christmas! Phil, you seem to be in good mood today!"

The owner of the voice was dangerously close now. Jack held his breath to not make a sound that could give him away. A tiny naive part of him hoped that the yeti would play along.

Phil replied with a cheerful nod and stepped aside to reveal the winter spirit cowering behind his back.

With that, the tiny part of hope had kicked the bucket.

"Hey North!" Jack greeted and tried to look as casual as possible. "What's up?"

He heaved a mental sigh of relief when North didn't seem to be suspicious and just patted his shoulder a little too hard for his taste.

"Jack! Good to see you! Has been a while, hasn't it?"

Actually it had only been six days but the old man had grown quite accustomed to the youngster.

"Yeah, well, have been busy creating snow storms in Siberia and Canada and tried to refreeze some glaciers at the South Pole, you know global warming is a bitch…." Jack sputtered out and awkwardly rubbed his neck.

North uttered a hearty laugh.

"Yes, it truly is. So, what brings you here?"

"Uh…"

'Okay, Jack, think of an excuse!'

"I…was…hungry and thought I'd stop by for a snack?"

'That should do.'

"Good timing, elves are preparing cookies and fruit cake right now. Tell them I sent you, you need more meat on those skinny bones of yours, my boy."

"No reason to get personal, North." Jack folded his arms and stretched out his chest in a pathetic attempt to look more muscular than he was.

"Sorry, Jack, no offence intended."

The big Russian smiled and patted his shoulder again so hard that he almost stumbled forwards.

"Now excuse me, got to check if everything is going on schedule."

Jack let out a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding as he watched the Guardian of Wonder walk away from him.

Without further hesitation and more setbacks the winter teen hurried towards the kitchen, the place he had been aiming for right from the beginning.

A few elves were applying freshly made cookie dough onto a baking tray, ready to be shoved into the oven. North's favourite ones, double chocolate chip.

It was now or never.

"Hey guys, there are some leftovers in the dinner hall, apple cinnamon pie and some cookies as far as I can remember, thought you might be interested."

The little creatures had stormed out of the kitchen faster than you could say 'snowball fight'.

If anyone had been there, they would have described the look on Jack's face with something along the lines of 'utterly diabolic'.

He reached into his hoodie pocket and revealed a small bottle with a reddish liquid inside of it.

Tobasco. Extra hot.

Thankfully Jamie's Mom was very well equipped when it came to cooking supplies, so he had borrowed it from her. Without her consent or knowledge, but he intended to bring it back.

Before anyone would be able to foil his plan he opened the bottle and poured a few drops onto the raw cookies. Not being sure how much was needed to actually have the desirable effect on his victim Jack shrugged and applied even more of the spicy sauce.

When he heard footsteps coming nearer he quickly sealed the bottle and put it back in his pocket.

Of course the elves weren't happy and glared at him reproachfullly. There had been no leftovers.

"Sorry guys, my mistake." he apologized with faked sympathy and walked out of the room at leisure.

The elves didn't know that while they baked the cookies for Father Christmas a certain winter spirit was trying his best not to act like a stereotype villain of a hollywood movie. Evil laughter included.

After looking around for the perfect place to both hide and watch the scene unfold he decided that a big christmas tree one floor above and right across the kitchen would do.

He stepped behind it and peaked out to see what was going to happen next.

For a moment the thought stroke his mind that the elves might taste the cookies before North would be able to do it and ruin his revenge. That's why he was disturbingly excited when he saw the big Russian wandering towards the kitchen. Without a doubt had the smell of fresh cookies lured him there.

Moments passed and nothing happened. To Jack it felt like hours. Maybe something had gone wrong, maybe the tobasco wasn't as hot as he had hoped, maybe-

"СВЯТОЕ ДЕРЬМО!"*

Okay, it had worked.

How he wished he could have seen North's face right now, but the loud Russian curses had to do for the time being.

Suddenly the Christmas spirit, whose cheeks glowed even redder than usual, pushed the door open and stomped around in what could only be called sheer terror.

"Man in Moon have mercy on me! What the hell did you put in those cookies!?" he shouted at the dumbfounded elves.

Jack almost felt sorry for them, but North standing there with a flushed face and wide open mouth in a feeble attempt to let the fresh air cool down his burning tongue was far too hilarious.

He couldn't hold it back anymore.

The Guardian of Wonder, who had in fact been wondering what in blue blazes was going on, heard familiar mischievous laughter echoing through the workshop. It didn't take him long to figure out what this was about when he noticed Jack leaning on the wooden banister and looking down at him while laughing his head off.

"Gotcha!" he grinned tauntingly.

"Jack Frost! You-"

Santa Clause pointed at him with a beefy finger.

"Back on Naughty List!"

"My pleasure!"

And with that the spirit of winter had bunked and flown out of the nearest window.

It wasn't because he was afraid, he just didn't want his immortal life to end already.

Not before he had taken revenge on the Easter Bunny.


A/N : *"СВЯТОЕ ДЕРЬМО!" = "Holy crap!" in Russian.

After this I doubt that I'll get any christmas presents this year. 8C

Next chapter will be Bunny's demise, njahahahaha! XD