5
Your nightmares that night were filled with Pitch and darkness and a torcher like you've never imagined. You woke to a tearstained face and began frantically rubbing your eyes hoping that they didn't look to swelled and no one would notice. Pulling yourself out of the river you felt a cold rush down your spine and turned to it. Staring you down was a pair of glowing yellow eyes and a cruel smile playing on the face of the mist hovering over you.
"Bad dreams?" It chuckled coldly.
You sprang into action pulling away from the mist, grabbing an arrow and your bow. The mist cackled maniacally when your arrow missed it by a good inch overhead. But you knew that if you shot it with a regular arrow it would just break it in two, so you released a netted arrow above it. The trap sprung and the mist was caught in the net, you thought the mist might have been able to slip out of the net but it seemed your magic was strong from sleeping in the river.
You were about to call for Bunny when the mist slyly commented "Seems like you can't handle me yourself, huh Cupid." His voice dripped with venom yet sounded like silk, the voice of Pitch.
You always hated it when people underestimate you or think you're weak. You are also the kind of person where you acted out of passion without thinking, so you pulled out an arrow and shot it at the mist through the net. The mist caught this arrow like before and began to bend it as you soaked up the situation you put yourself in. "You never learn" he mused evilly "Not even after, John" he continued to bend the arrow.
You were shocked, stunned, how could he know about your past. A crack came through the air as the arrow began to snap but a brown blur whipped by you, tore open the net and hit the mist which disintegrated as soon as it was out of the magical barrier, dropping the arrow. Loud thumps sped behind you and you turned to see a very pisses off Bunny.
"Are you a bloody dill, huh?!" He yelled angrily. You assumed he was asking you if you were an idiot. "You were going to just let him hurt you! I've seen basket cases with more sense!"
You would have listened to his scolding but one thing and one thing only was on your mind, "not even after John"...but how could he have known your past...unless.
While Bunny was still ranting on you cut him off firmly "Did Pitch ever have possession of the Teeth?"
Bunny took a deep breath, calming himself. There was yet another silence that stretches between you two.
"Did he?" You demanded more sternly.
"Yes" Bunny started "not very long ago, he stole them all."
You felt yourself begin to crumble on the inside, though you'd never show it on the outside. Now Pitch knows your past, is controlling you present, and will crush your future.
No! No, you wouldn't let that happen, you are going to fight back and win! You started to think back, it really didn't matter that Pitch knew your past, sure he might know where you lived and who you loved and how you died. But none of that can effect you now, after all that's all in the past. Bunny was still grumbling about something when you began to walk off.
"Hey sheila" Bunny hopped in front of you, blocking your way. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Why do you care?"
"Why do I- pfft- the mist was able to worm its shagger self in here. Obviously you're too irresponsible to protect yourself, so I have to protect you." He said annoyed.
"I don't need protecting Peter Cottontail." You mused crossing your arms.
"Oh, so you get your insults from the bloody show pony now." You could tell he was talking about Jack.
"And you get your cheery smile and cheeky attitude from North." You exclaimed sarcastically.
"Point is I'm not leaving your side." He said not letting the insult phase him.
"What if I want to go bathe?" You felt a little pink just thinking about it, Bunny being who you will love and all. Though how things are going you wondered when that was going to happen.
He gave a slight chuckle "It's not like there's anything under your grundies that I'm interested in seeing." A smug smirk grew across his face as yours grew red with anger and embarrassment.
"Fuck off dipshit!" You yelled trying to push past him. He got back in your way and with a fury burning through yourself you look up at him then proceeded to slap him. And when he grabbed your wrist you huffed bringing your knee up sharply.
Bunny let out a yelped "Crikey" as he released your wrist and sank to the floor, his knees pulled together, paws cupping his groin. You stomped away and wondered if you two would ever be in love.