"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Jack eyes flew open as he shot up from an unsettling slumber. His eyes wildly searched for the terror of his dream, but the snow leopard was nowhere to be seen. Only dark shadows tricked his eyes until a horrendous rumbling shook the ground. Jack whipped his head around and tried to stand up, but cowered when he saw, to his horror, a herd of ink black horses charging for him at full speed.
Jack scrambled in the dirt, just barely rolling out of the way as the horses thundered by, their sharp hooves making so much noise the boy thought his ears would explode. As he rolled, he clamped his hands over his ears in a pitiful attempt to shut out the deafening noise. He folded into a fetal position, realizing once again that his staff was gone and that he was completely defenseless.
Suddenly something wrapped around his waist and yanked him across the dirt. He screamed and dug his fingers into the ground, clawing desperately for his freedom, but to no avail.
Jack suddenly felt himself falling; he attempted to cry out but his voice was so worn out by now all he could muster was a pitiful whine when he landed. He he had fallen what was maybe 10 feet before once again landing on his back, making a cloud of dust puff up around him and abruptly cutting off his screams with a grunt. He coughed as he sat up, squinting into the dim light for anything that was discernable.
It was quiet, way too quiet for anyone who could think clearly's suspicions. But Jack was utterly terrified, and was hoping for something, anything, good to land in his sights as he looked over his surroundings. He blinked. Then blinked again.
Was that…? Could it be…? His sta-
"Wha' th'a bloody fuckin' hell, mate?!" A voice boomed threateningly into Jack's ears.
"Wha-? What?" Jack sputtered, his eyes fluttering open.
"Ya know wha' th'a bloody hell I mean!" The voice boomed again from a large shape above him.
Jack shook his head and rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. He yelped when he was picked up by the collar of his hoodie from where he had been apparently fast asleep and into the rough bark of a pine tree.
"Well?"
Jack stared into furious green eyes for a moment, not processing anything for a few seconds. Then his eyes wandered to thick, gray fur and large rabbit ears. What was this? A giant rabbit? Jack looked down to see a large paw, with thick claws digging into his hoodie, and two even larger hind paws (with even thicker claws) quite a few feet beneath him buried in a good six inches of snow.
Jack looked back at the creature holding him hostage and frowned. The only thing wrong that he could see was that he was being threatened by an obviously irate rabbit-kangaroo thing in snow.
Snow...six inches of snow...rabbit...kangaroo...wait...not good. Kangaroos didn't like snow if he remembered correctly.
Jack yelped as he was suddenly dropped into the snow.
"Look, mate I got more importan' things ta do than sit here an' play guessin' games with ya. I've got anotha' million eggs ta hide so ya better give me a good reason why a blizzard happened on Easter Sunday in April!" The creature all but growled, a scowl across his face.
Eggs? What was he…
Easter...eggs...rabbit…
Crap.
Jack scrambled (hahahaha I'm punny) to his feet, reaching for his staff.
"Look, look. I'm sorry! This wasn't me!" He said, gesturing to the snow-blanketed land around them.
"Yeah, an' Easter isn't a holiday!" The Easter Bunny retorted with a snort, obviously not amused.
"I'm serious!" Jack insisted. "I met the Boogeyman and he-"
"There's no way ya could've met Pitch Black," the Easter Bunny replied, leaning towards Jack to emphasize his words. "He went out with tha' Dark Ages. 500 years ago."
"Really?" Jack saucily shot back. "He was standing right there next to…"
He pointed to the shore of the...wait...where was the pond? "me..." He finished.
He shot forward, brushing past the kangaroo-rabbit thing as his blue eyes scanned the ground for any sign of the pond or Pitch.
"But...I was by the pond!" Jack said in disbelief, bending down and burying his hands in the snow. "He scared me and then helped me up and-"
A paw clamped on Jack's shoulder and roughly forced him to stand up and turn around.
"Look kid. I've got betta' things ta do than listen to your bull dust," The Easter Bunny pointed a furry digit at Jack. "You're tha' only Winta' Spirit here tha' coulda caused this mess! Now rack off!"
An evil smile curled around Pitch's lips as he listened from the shadows. Part one of the 40 year plan was over with. 40 years was a long time to most mortals, but to a spirit like Pitch it was nothing compared to the torture he'd been through in the past hundreds of years.
Easter was ruined, thanks to the miserable boy Jack Frost and the horrible temper of E. Aster Bunnymund.
What was even better was that Bunny didn't believe Jack. Not only would it ruin the boy's self esteem, it also meant that the foolish Guardians agreed with the hot-tempered spirit.
Pitch chuckled under his breath as Bunny stormed off to try and save Easter. It was pitiful, really; he had no chance of saving Easter whatsoever. Soon the lights would be going out and the Pookan Warrior would be reduced to nothing but a fox's prey.
Too bad the Pooka was smarter than the average fox; a good chase would make for a fabulous show.
Pitch was startled from his thoughts when a strong gust of wind blew through the air. He hummed as he looked up to see a blue hoodie flying into the air, a slight smirk on his face.
"Happy Easter, Jack Frost," Pitch mused.
He heard a yelp some distance away, obviously the mighty Easter Bunny morphing into his pitiful smaller self. He turned toward the noise and chuckled.
"And Happy Easter Bunnymund."
*sigh* FINALLY!
I apologize so so so much to anyone who's been following this story.
I've been busy with school and family and...yeah. It's been rough.
But anyways, here's the last chapter. A little late for Easter but hey it's close enough.
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