A/N: so this thought came to me, what if Jack ate chocolate when he was alone?

Chapter 2 - Six Arm Chocolate

3rd POV

The first he had heard about it was by whispering women, their heads bowed together as they talked about the commodity. It had peaked Jack's interest especially when he overheard it, chocolate. Someone had taken cocoa powder and had made it into a delicious milky treat.

Chocolate? Jack had heard that word before but it hadn't peeked his interest till now. With a concentrated frown Jack took off and began to fly about country till he had found the source of the gossip he heard. It was a small store full of treats and in the window sat a little pile of milky brown squares.

Jack waited till someone exited before slipping in through the closing door; he didn't want the good people to believe there were demons in the store and condemn it. As he came to a stop in front of the treats only to frown down at them in disappointment, to him they didn't look fascinating; they just looked like brown slim squares.

Glancing over his shoulder he quickly snatched one of the smaller one and quickly hid it in his clothing before flying out through the opening door, laughing as the man cursed in German at the cold.

As he flew towards Antarctica he spread his flurries, creating snow days for the children to enjoy. He had a feeling that he needed to be in a remote place when he consumed the little piece of chocolate he had, it wasn't because of worry at being seen but his instincts screamed violence of shock.

As soon as Jack's feet touched the snow his shirts were removed and he was staring intently at the little brown square in his hand, his staff lay nearby nestled neatly on his discarded cloths. With a shrug that meant 'what harm could it do?' he placed the object in his mouth. The first thing he tasted was the richness of it all, sweet and yet it was creamy before his body exploded in pain causing him to stumble over and groan.

Gasping breathes escaped his chest, frost swirling around him before his body arched back as a scream tore from his lips; hands clawing at his sides. He could feel his body contort and stretch before curling in on itself once more.

The wind howled furiously around him for signs of attack of its rider, swirling the snow violently and forming the light fall into a violent blizzard to match its worried rage and Jack's pain.

It felt like hours until finally the pain stopped and Jack was able to move once more. The first thing he realised as he looked down was the fact he was taller, then it was his arms. Jack rubbed his eyes and blinked several times as he looked down at his six hands; his breath beginning to come out in short gasps. His hands and arms had frost and ice curling up around them forming intricate patterns of shades of blue to form some form of bracers. They were filed with magic and were unbreakable; they stopped at the elbow while a spike of ice jutted out a few inches more.

"Okay… don't panic…" Jack muttered as he stared at the markings on his top main arms' shoulders and the grey on his chest. The markings or tattoos on his upper arms near his shoulders were snowflakes, a design he was sure he only dreamed of and the mark on his chest was barely visible, he could only make out three points so far.

Breathing deeply through his nose and out his mouth Jack managed to calm down, though the calm was gone the second he laid eyes on his staff. Though it couldn't be classified as a staff as there was ice forming around the hook in a scythe, even from here Jack knew that the blade of the blue and white eyes glinting in the light was razor sharp.

To make matters worse as he took a step his feet landed on something smooth causing them to clatter. Jack closed his eyes and praying for just some form of ice only to yelp and jerk back as four sword like daggers made of ice and snow lay at his feet where his hands had slammed down to push himself up off the ground.

As the world around him blurred and his body began to sway, Jack swore to never eat chocolate ever again as it resulted in odd body transformations and a serious yearning for battle.

A/N: I wanted this to be funny but it didn't turn out that way. I'm so going with the Chocolate and Pooka thing…
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