A/N: I'm sorry if any of you guys have any of these fears. I do make fun of some of them. . . No offence to you if you have it.
Disclaimer: aldkfjaklsgjalkjgalksfjalskfjadlskfjalskfjalksghwga I hate these things! I don't own RotG! Geez! Lay off!
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
"Hey North?"
"Yes Jack?"
"Did you know that the fear of long words is called . . . hi-po-puh-tuh-mun-stro-ses-qui-pe-da-lee-o-pho-b-ee-a?"
"No," the man answered distractedly.
"Well, it is. Kinda ironic, huh? I mean, the word's so long that a person who's afraid of long words is going to be afraid of what their afraid of."
North turned around in his chair, confusion written plainly on his face.
Jack cracked up; his chest heaving as the ex-Cossack tried to determine what was just said.
"Zhat is ridiculous!"
"I know, right?" A few more giggles and then he stopped, trying to catch his breath.
North shook his head, stroking his beard.
"Vell, phobias can be very odd," the man proclaimed wisely.
"Yeah! Like Triskaidekaphobia!" Jack's face lit up at the attention North was giving him.
"Vhich one is that?"
"The fear of the number thirteen."
"Ah. Vell, vhat about Kathisophobia? The fear of sitting down." Now the man was trying to up Jack.
"Or, uh," Jack began before scowling a bit, "Pagophobia. That's being afraid of me."
"Afraid of you?" North questioned
"Yeah, well, really it's the fear of ice or frost. But, that's pretty much being scared of me."
"Ah, well Russophobia is being frightened of me."
"Isn't that being scared of Russians?"
"Yes."
Both of them shared a laugh. They slowly calmed, leaving the office quiet. North turned in his seat, gesturing Jack toward him, away from the window. The spirit happily claimed a spot on the table, turning an inquisitive toward his father figure.
"How do you know all of these, Jack?" The man asked gently.
The teen in question fidgeted a bit, his cheeks turning a light pink, "Well, I read a phobia dictionary once. I'm not sure why. I guess I was just bored."
"And you memorized them all?" North asked incredulously.
"Well, not all of them. Just the really odd ones. Or . . . uh . . . ones I have." The boy toyed with the fraying threads on his hoodie sleeves.
The Russian smiled gently, "And just what might those be?"
Jack looked back at him, worrying his lip as he debated on whether or not he should answer.
"Um, well . . . There's Isolophobia and Astraphobia. I guess I have Ostraconophobia now, a bit. I can be a little Claustrophobic at times. A-and I guess I'm Athazagoraphobic. Plus a just a tiny, tiny bit Thermophobic." He spoke quickly, managing the hard to pronounce words easily.
"Anyways, gotta go, Greenland isn't going to get a good snow day without me! Bye North!"
The ex-Cossack wasn't even able to say his own farewell before the boy jumped out the window. North sighed, but understood Jack's flightiness. After all, it wasn't every day you told your deepest fears to somebody. Now, if he could just find out what they meant . . .
Isolophobia - fear of being alone
Astraphobia - fear of thunder and lightning (oooh, look! A new story line . . .)
Ostraconophobia - fear of shellfish
Claustrophobia - fear of enclosed spaces
Athazagoraphobia - The fear of being forgotten about
Thermophobia – Fear of intense heat.
Well, that was random. Oh well. I might write something for Easter . . . Until then, go read Those Forgotten
-sprinkles