Hayyy...
So...I'm not sure why I like the plot of Pitch raping Jack (fem!Jack) but I just do...probably because I creeper...but hey, to each their own...right?
WARNING: Mentions of rape, suggestive themes, inappropriate junk, violence, blood, and all that good stuff.
WARNING!: I'm a sadist and a creeper, so watch out. Because i'm outside your window...snatchin' yo people up.
Hide yo' kids.
Hide yo' wife.
I'm sorry...sorry not sorry HAHAHA someone help me...*takes ADHD meds*
I died when I was fifteen.
I had never gotten to do the things most girls my age dreamed about. Holding hands with cute boy, having my first kiss, getting asked to a dance, one day getting married, having children of my own...being a mother...
But here I am.
Saving my little brother Emmet from a cold death by icy lake.
But here I am.
Disliked by all other spirits, living a immortal lonely life.
But here I am.
Chosen to be a Guardian. But then I heard a little boy's voice that sounded...so...familiar. I followed his voice to a wooden bed frame, a tunnel dug underneath. Inside, a ambush from Pitch Black awaiting.
But here I am.
Lying on the cold ground. Ice surrounding me. His cold hands finally stop groping and grabbing at me, pulling at cold skin and hair. My once long white hair now choppy from being cut. My pale skin now littered in bruises, hickeys, bite marks and scratches. Blood oozes from between my legs. My blue shirt, brown leggings, underwear, and breast bindings long gone torn off me, leaving me to the full access of Pitch Black.
Everything is...blurry. My head hurts, a pounding throb that just won't go away. The physical wounds he left on my body sting, but they are nothing compared to the burning feeling between my legs.
I suddenly feel my body being wrapped in nightmare sand, disappearing into the dark shadowy substance.
Maybe...it was meant to be that way. Lost in shadows forever; a unwanted girl.
"Where's Jacqueline?!"
"I-I don't know..."
"What do you mean you don't know?!"
"She just went to return Sophie home, but she hasn't come back..."
"North!" Bunnymund yelled, fists clenched, "I hate to say it, but without that stupid winter spirit, we're dead!"
North sighed. "I-I know."
"I can't believe he didn't come!"
"No eggs...this is the worst Easter ever."
"I...I bet the Easter bunny doesn't even exist."
The four standing guardians looked to right. There was a group of kids about eight year old, putting down their egg baskets and walking home.
"Hey kids! Wait up!" Bunny ran up in front of one of the boys, but to all of the guardian's amazement, the child walked straight through the Easter spirit.
"They-They don't believe in me anymore!" Bunny shouted. "It's all that goddam Jacqueline's fault!"
"Bunny, calm down." Tooth said softly.
"No! My holiday! The one day of the year! Ruined! By a three-hundred year old spirit?!" Bunny yelled.
All of a sudden, a burst of dark sand exploded into the air.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the guardians! Tell me...hows your newest little member?" Pitch smirked.
"What do you want Pitch?! Haven't you done enough already!?" Bunny scoffed.
Pitch laughed maniacally. "Oh please, i'm not even half way done...where's your little snowflake?"
Bunny clenched his fists. "Shes not here!"
Pitch smiled like he knew something. "I know, I just wanted to hear you say that."
--SHELBY