Hey everyone. Welcome to chapter two of 'An Open Window'! This one involves the other Guardians, mostly Bunny and North. It didn't quite turn out like I expected it to, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.
For the next chapter, do you want me to continue in the original guardian's points of view, switch to Jack's again, or go over to Pitch, who will play a part in this fic? (I haven't decided if it'll be a big or small part yet, but he will be appearing at some point.)
"Oi! North! Where'd ya hide the chocolate mix?" Bunny called as he hopped out from the large kitchen filled with yetis to the hectic toy-making area. North looked up at Bunny's call, a look of confusion flittering across his face for just a second before realization set in.
"Ah. The mix is gone, yes?" he replied, thundering his way across the floor to reach Bunny's side. Bunny gave a low groan of disappointment. He needed something to warm him up and he wasn't in the mood for cider, no matter what kind, and even though he knew the consequences of having chocolate, he found that he couldn't be bothered to care about that right then.
"What else have ya got ta drink? I'm freezing here!" Bunny cried and North gave a hearty laugh, clapping Bunny roughly on the back before making his way to the globe room, Bunny right on his heels.
"Warm up by fire then! Is toasty, no?" Bunny grumbled a bit but didn't say anything to North. Instead he hopped along quickly to the room where he froze at the sound of a rattling window and then a harsh and choked sob. Eyes widening and ears flattening against his head, Bunny rushed over to the windows where he found, to his horror, that the window Jack always, always, used was closed and locked tight.
With no small amount of alarm and dread, Bunny hurriedly unlocked the window and threw it open, hoping to see the young winter spirit outside nearby where he could try to explain things. Instead, he saw the boy being rushed away at a pace too difficult to follow by the wind, his harsh cries only faintly reaching the large Pooka.
"North!" he bellowed, turning on his heels and rushing from the room, running straight into the fat man. "North, ya gotta grab the sleigh! Ya gotta hurry before Frostbite gets too far!" Bunny cried, his words stumbling over each other in their haste to escape his mouth. North threw his hands up, face looking horribly confused.
"Bunny! Bunny, slow down, da? Can't understand your gibberish speak! What is this about sleigh and Jack?" North asked, concern growing for the spirit.
"His window was locked, North! He thinks we don't want 'im anymore! Get your sleigh, call the others, we hafta go get him!" Bunny cried and a pit of horror wrenched itself open in North's belly.
"Phil! Call others, get them here! Quickly, no time to waste! Jack needs us!" North yelled, already stomping his way towards his sleigh. Phil ran off, having heard what Bunny had said and understanding the seriousness of the situation, and Bunny scampered after North, fear manifesting in large amounts for the winter youngling he had quickly become attached to.
It only took Tooth and Sandy a few minutes to get there and get informed about the situation, but they all knew that Jack could disappear forever in only a few minutes.
So with heavy hearts and great chasms of dismay in their stomachs, they boarded the sleigh and took off into the wintery night, eyes and ears eagerly searching for their fleeing and broken family member.
