A/N: Wow! It's Christmas Eve already? Only two more to go! A very Merry Christmas to you, my dear reader!

Also. . . I figured out how to use your prompt idea in this story fluddershy ! So here it is!

I haven't yet read the books, so any mistake on that part (regarding any character in the book) is sadly, not really my fault. I do apologize beforehand for any misconceptions.

December 24th

Party

This was a bad idea.

No, scratch that.

It was a terrible, deplorable, atrocious, awful, ghastly idea.

Who in their right mind would invite all of the immortals to a Christmas Party?

North. That's who. It explains a lot, since his wasn't in his right mind. Jack had full evidence.

This party was going to be a disaster. At least it wouldn't be his fault.

He'd tried. Oh, he tried. He talked, yelled, pranked, and walked around with pink hair. Nothing would distract the Guardians from their goal. "It'll be fun," they said.

They said.

As he watched April Showers and May Flowers burst into the room shivering, he turned to Sandy, once again repeating himself.

"This is a very, very, very bad idea."

Sandy took in the room before screwing up his face, "checkmark."

At least somebody agreed with Jack.

It was then that Mother Nature, Lady Liberty, and the Leprechaun made their way to their seats.

Jack fidgeted with his hoodie, his hat's bell jingling. How he hated that hat. At least it was better than shoes though. Tooth buzzed up to him, face in panic mode.

"Jack, we need your help! The elves started a fire!" And with that, Jack was dragged off to try and help. Not that he wanted to get anywhere near the flames.

Nine minutes later, he reappeared in the Globe room, soot on his face and clothes. Nobody seemed to notice, and he took his place at the head table, not meeting anyone's gaze.

He hummed under his breath, trying to keep his temper in check as August Summers walked in.

Two awkward minutes later North finally appeared, smile in place.

"Ah! Welcome my friends! Dig in please!"

With that, yetis started bringing out food, spreading it across the tables.

One served Jack, placing huge heapings of food on his plate. He picked at the food, waiting for it to happen.

He wasn't disappointed.

"HEY!"

"ARGH!"

Schmack

"AHHH!"

And then the ruckus started. Walter Turkey dug his beak into the Grinch's stomach. Marigold and August started a seasonal fight with the spring spirits. The Groundhog took the opportunity to tunnel up to Bunny and punch him in the leg.

Jack spun, taking to the air. The window directly behind him was open - he'd been prepared. He flew out, leaving the Guardians to pick up their own mess.

The window slammed shut behind him.

He landed on the roof, glad that he knew the spirits better than the others did.

He tried, he really did, but nothing he said could have stopped North from hosting the party.

And so, Jack lay on the Workshop's roof, listening to the sounds of chaos beneath him.

Honestly, this was worse than most of the Holiday gatherings he'd seen before.

Too bad.

He wasn't going back.