Author's Note: Well, finally. Guess who got her laptop back? Not me, this is my ma's computer. :[ So yeah. Anyways, I'll be sure to upload more frequent one shots during the summer, our school's getting ready for testing and it's gonna be a bitch, so I think it's best to wait until after school ends before getting to enthralled with this thing. Over the first part of summer vacation my friends and I we're planning a trip to Virginia City (aka the most haunted place in Nevada, I think) so I most likely won't upload a whole lot then. My grandpa used to live there, told me the most amazing stories about it… I love it there. Nuff said. This chapter song reminds me of it for some reason. In fact, this entire Bunny comforting Jack thing was inspired by a music video of RotG with this song. So beautiful :'( and way better than Taylor Swift's version.
Therefore, without further ado,
Let the fluff commence (even though it starts of on a rather bitter note ^^;).
Chapter Four: ~Bunnymund and Jack~ Forgetting the Repercussions Finale
Chapter Song: Safe and Sound, the Me Vs. Gravity version (sorry Tay-Tay, but these guys beat your version by FAR)
Jack glared at Bunny menacingly, his glassy blue eyes unwavering as the tall Pooka took a deep breath and rested his back against the wooden door. After realizing that holding this hateful stare towards the Guardian was not only pointless but childish (and a tad bit painful), Jack resorted to looking down at his hands. The anxiety and uneasy tension in the room that the winter spirit felt weighing him down was now projected through the shaky small hands as they began to form into fists. When he noticed his seemingly weak, trembling hands had begun clutching the empty air ruthlessly, it reminded him of something, something that happened not too long ago. A large, gray furry fist drawn back like an arrow on a bow, a fist that was drawn back by an uncontrollable and unfathomable rage. A rage that caused him to flinch and shrink back in fear…
"We never should have trusted you!"
Jack's jaw clenched at the foul memory, which led him to the one question that he desperately wanted answers to.
"What do you want?"
He didn't even know that he spoke the question out loud until after Bunny's ears twitched at their forcefulness. There was a brief pause that seemed to last forever before Bunny could bring himself to respond.
"I jus' wanna talk to ya 'bout somethin', mate."
Jack didn't hesitate. "Well I don't. Especially to you. So get out."
But he just stood there, his long ears slightly drooped at the response he received and his green-eyed gaze directed to the wall as if he was lost in thought. Jack couldn't keep himself from noticing how bright Bunny's eyes were as they remained fixated in the same place, how they had always managed to stand out no matter where he was; sort of like how the moon stood out to Jack when he first came up from the lake. They were expressionless as the Pooka thought to himself, something Jack had never seen in Bunny's eyes before, because they always seemed to say something. And when they did, it always caught the mischievous winter spirit's attention. Once he'd found himself fighting the urge to laugh when they clearly had that's what she said written all over them to something North pointed out. When the jolly old Russian started up the sleigh, Jack couldn't help but chuckle at their surprised expression; it most certainly made his day. And if Jack's own eyes weren't deceiving him, he could've sworn that Bunny's eyes appeared to glow. A vibrant, vivid green that lit up the room…
Sort of like how the gray, smug-ridden ones glowed and glowered at him as they faded into the dark, along with a sick toothy grin slowly dissolving into the black of the lair…
"They'll never accept you, not really, because you're not one of them."
"You don't know what I am!"
"'Course I do, you're Jack Frost! You make a mess wherever you go – why, you're doing it right now."
"…What did you do?"
"More to the point, Jack: what did you do?"
"Frostbite-"
Bunny flinched in surprise when without warning, Jack leapt from his bed and, with a cry of irritation, punched a hole in the wall next to the door.
"I said I don't wanna talk!" he hollered at Bunny with a hoarse voice, his face distorted with fury. "I don't wanna talk, and the last thing I need is for you - some hypocritical spirit that has freaking *cheimaphobia! - to come in here and suck up to me just to get the others off your back!"
Jack didn't realize what he'd done until after it happened. An awestruck Easter Bunny was staring at him in a most peculiar manner, a distant look of bewilderment engulfed by the unmistakable look of remorse and guilt. It was almost identical to the look of pity. For whatever reason, this pushed the new Guardian over the edge as a new wave of irrational views and fears flooded his disoriented mind.
Whilst they contaminated his thought process, Bunny stood dumbfounded, wondering if Jack knew he was an open book. It struck him odd as to why he didn't understand Jack most of the time if when his expression explained it all. The young boy must have thought that he was covering it up with his sardonic sarcasm and his carefree demeanor. Was it so easy to read him now because Jack now felt that he'd nothing left to lose? Or did he feel that he wasn't projecting his emotions and plainly as they were in reality?
In any case, Bunnymund could now see what was running through the boy's mind as he withdrew his tightly clenched fist from the drywall. It was written all over his face, and it hurt Bunny to see it. It was the same look he had when Bunny caught up with him outside the Pole. A fear-stricken look, the fright not completely hidden behind a mask of livid aggression and stubborn determination. A look one would expect to see on a wounded animal backed into a corner by bloodthirsty predators…
Bunny was pulled back into reality when Jack spoke to him again, his hushed voice beginning to quiver slightly.
"G-get out. I don't wanna talk, Bunny. Not to you, or to North… no-not to anyone…" Jack turned away from the guardian of hope as he began to hastily unwrap the bandages so carefully applied to his wrists. The bloodstained gauze fell to the ground. In his mind, he didn't need help, didn't need any medical attention or counseling; he most certainly didn't need any pity. He didn't need anything but some time alone,
And the staff that was propped up at the edge of the bed that he'd failed to notice was there up until now.
"Jack, listen to me," Bunny tried to place a paw on his shoulder to turn him around, but the boy cringed at the gesture and recoiled from it fearfully.
As of right now, Jack's thought process was a blur. He could remember telling Bunny to get out of his room and that he didn't want to talk, and he could remember taking the white bandages off of his wrists. He didn't know that he was now shouting at the top of his lungs, or had grabbed his staff and was shooting ice at the oversized rabbit, because the only words that made sense in his mind were the ones that had stuck with him ever since they first met.
He's right behind me. Stay away, stay away! Don't show him you're scared, or that the words hurt, just stay away from him. But he can see me…he knows I'm there, but is it worth it? I don't know, maybe just…
There was an incessant nagging in the back of his mind that tried to reason with him, tried to help him regain at least an ounce of his sanity back. One that reminded him all too much of a mute, uplifting man made of golden, glistening sand. One that said,
You don't know he's gonna hurt you! Give him a chance. You know you have to talk sooner or later.
But they were drowned out by the relentless, overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness. And panic.
Panicpanicpanic!
Bunny barely had time to react when Jack grabbed his staff and blasted at him.
"Don't touch me!" the winter spirit shouted. "Don't you ever, ever touch me!" Bunny noticed that the teen's legs were trembling, and how the boy was completely unaware that his staff was following the lead of the shaky hands that gripped it. He ducked and dodged the incoming shots as he tried to get through the crazed spirit.
"Jack! Stop, please! I jus' wanna-"
"Get away from me! Get out!"
Bunny jumped off the wall just as a ray of ice was fired at him, and leapt behind Jack as the young boy recollected his bearings and realized what just happened. Jack flipped around, his back facing the wall and his guard slowly being let down when he saw that Bunny was no longer there. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and hoped it would rid him of the lightheaded feeling, and just as he lowered his staff, a blur of gray fell from the ceiling.
Bunny grabbed Jack's staff before he could raise it to expel another blast of ice energy and tossed it behind him, far out of reach from the winter spirit. He hoped that it would help to calm Jack down, but instead it appeared to make him feel even more threatened, now that he was defenseless.
And in Jack's mind, he was. He was defenseless and helpless. And, more than anything, he was scared; scared not only of what Bunny would do to him, he also feared for what would become of his relationship with the others, after all this was over. Being left alone again scared him more than anything. It made him want to lash out, to break things, to panic.
Panicpanicpanic!
Jack was panicking and could feel himself trembling all over, and for a number of reasons. The first being that his shepherd's crook was no longer between him and Bunny; that thought alone was enough to cause him to freak out like he did. The second was that he and all the other guardians now knew of his cutting. And they sent Bunny – of all spirits! – to suck up to him and pity him?
These only added to the devastating sense of emptiness deep inside of him. A sense of loneliness and hopelessness, dampened with the sour truth that all he was good at was making a mess wherever he went and getting children sick.
The pessimistic thoughts repeated themselves like a chant, driving him insane as they drove through his chest like an arrow shot from pain's bow, the string drawn back by misunderstanding and misunderstanding alone.
It tore him apart.
And the fact that the very being who told him all these things was standing before him didn't really help to calm him down. It scared him to death, made him panic.
Bunny watched as the boy before him clenched his eyes shut and began to throw trembling punches at him, allowing a few of the weak pelts to strike his chest as Jack's current state sank in to him as one that lacked a sense of love, and acknowledgement in general.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I don't wanna talk! Just go away, leave me alone!" he sobbed angrily, his fists slamming into the Pooka, wanting nothing more but to hear him cry out in pain. But he didn't. He merely stood there and looked down on him with those bright eyes – those damn green eyes! The ones that always used to say to Jack with a loathsome glare, You're a pest. You're an invisible pest, and no one believes in you, but now said something that Jack just couldn't bear.
Helpless.
Poor, helpless, wounded little Jack Frost.
Bunny saw it, too, saw the rage that had accumulated there after nearly 300 years of abuse and neglect; therefore, he thought it best to allow him to let out his anger before he tried talking with him. After all, at the rate Jack was rapidly delivering what Bunny assumed were supposed to be punches, he would be worn out in a matter of minutes, if that.
And he was right. After Jack took out his anger on the Pooka for another five minutes or so, all the while screaming something at him deliriously that Bunny couldn't quite make out, the delirious winter sprite began to tire. He was exhausting himself, his energy gradually depleting to the point where his furious punches (which weren't really all that strong in the first place) were just meekly thrown fists directed to Bunny's chest. Without even trying to catch his breath, Jack attempted to run around Bunny and grab his staff to make it out the window. But he was caught off guard when a long, furry gray arm struck straight out and blocked his path. In a swift movement, one of Bunny's large feet swiped Jack's own out of under him, causing him to fall on his rump, his head nearly hitting the wall behind him. Taking advantage of Jack's momentary disorientation, Bunny hopped in front of him, resting one of his feet on Jack's calves in his default rabbit position to ensure that he wouldn't kick him in the face or something of the like. Using one of his paws, he carefully and nimbly held both of Jack's thin wrists in place and used the other to gently brush the white hair out of the winter spirit's eyes.
Jack was on the verge of hyperventilating, his limbs shaking uncontrollably and his head throbbing painfully. Hot tears were smudged all over his face to replace the stains that had been worn away. He was weakly trying to pull his hands free, without much success and instead only making the cuts throb as well. His words were jumbled, incomprehensible aside from a few words Bunny could barely make out, and most were cut off by his sobbing.
"I didn't mean-no, I… please, ple-I won't be- wo-won't go throu-ough that… ag-g-gain…, ju-just to-I d-don't wan- I-I-"
"Frostbite, look at me, mate," Bunny beckoned softly, gently cupping the stuttering boy's face with his paw and turning it to face him.
"Jack, breathe. Stop bloody crying and breathe."
Bunny never thought he'd see Jack in such a frightened, wrecked state. It only made him feel worse when he reminded himself that it was his fault. He was the reason why this spirit was so out of sorts, and it only fueled him to want to redeem it, to correct this mistake that's been eating away at the spirit – this child that Bunny bluntly refused to protect - for 300 years. And he wasn't sure how the boy would react to it.
Jack's bright blue eyes were wide with fear, but he complied to Bunny anyway, taking in deep quivering breaths at such a hasty pace that the Pooka had to rectify by telling him the air wasn't going anywhere and he had to breathe a little slower, unless he wanted to pass out. Jack's chest heaved beneath the blue hoodie as he tried to recover a normal breathing pattern, slowly regaining a sense of security as the rabbit's paw that was on his cheek began to wipe away the tears on his face.
"S'aright now, see?" Bunny spoke softly, a little louder than a whisper as the teen gradually began to calm down. Noticing that Jack's shaking wasn't as bad (though it was still there) and that his wrists had went limp in his paw long ago, Bunny cautiously reached behind him and grabbed the bandages that were strewn about the floor. He carefully raised one of Jack's wrists off of the brown jeans that looked to be through hell and back, and tenderly began to rewrap it in place. Jack, having regained a fairly normal breathing pattern by this point, watched curiously as his blue sleeve was pulled a little higher up his forearm and a pair of gray paws lightly wound the bandages around his wrist. Bunny seemed enthralled with his work as he finished the first one and began the second one. Seeing this, the spirit of fun felt the tension in his body release, and he visibly appeared to be more at ease.
"Why are you doing this?" Jack reluctantly asked, his throat sore after screaming.
Bunny shot him a quizzical look and glanced back at Jack's wrists that he'd just finished rewrapping, deeming it safe to remove the restraining foot he had on the boy and crouching beside him instead.
"Well, b'cause it'll get infected," Bunny stated matter-of-factly.
Jack squinted at him in confusion. "What?" he asked before his eyes briefly widened in realization and began to chuckle.
"What? No, no. Not my wrists, I mean… why, are you, uh… I-I dunno, talking to me, I guess?" Jack thought hard of how the words should come out of his mouth. "I mean," he shook his head. "I never really thought, uh… never really imagined that you of all spirits would want to talk, with… that-that's why you're here right? To talk?"
Bunny sighed and looked at Jack, not one of pity or anger, but one of sincerity when he spoke the words,
"To apologize, Frostbite."
"Wha- for what? You didn't even-" Jack questioned, before he brought his wrists in front of him and clenched his hands into fists. He scoffed. "I knew this would happen. I knew this would happen,"
"Jack-" Bunny reached to place a hand on Jack's shoulder, but he shrank back from the action; not out of fear, but out of rage.
"Don't!" he spoke firmly, swatting the paw away and using the same hand to run through his snow white hair. "Don't even try- I'm fine, I'm not-" he let out a sarcastic chuckle. "I don't need help, Bunny. I'm fine, so you can just take your apology and shove it up-"
"Then why would you do this?"
Jack was taken aback, glaring at Bunny before looking down at the bloodstained gauze that the Pooka was referring to. Bunny waited in vain for a response.
It was a long while before Jack answered the question.
"I don't know…I…" the winter spirit bit his lower lip fiercely, the all too familiar taste of blood flooding his mouth, before shooting Bunny a defiant stare. "Pshh, yeah, like you care. The only reason you're here is because the others made you."
Bunny's nose twitched with irritation. "You're wrong there, mate." Jack huffed, letting out a sure before he redirected his attention to what he had to say.
"Look Jack, I know that I might've said a few things, but that doesn't mean-"
Jack glowered. "Uh, might've? You might've said a few things, is that what you just said? Newsflash, Cottontail!" The winter spirit leaned his face in closer to Bunny's, a scowl of pure disgust etched into his features, his ice blue eyes piercing through the sorrowful green ones centimeters from his.
"There's no might've about it. There's no," Jack made quote-on-quote gesticulations with his hands. "'You might've mockedme, and hurtme, and made me feel like a pest, or better yet, another bloody nusiance'. Because I can be the first to tell you that you have." Unbeknownst to Jack, tears had begun to spill over the edges of his eyes, causing a very guilty-feeling Pooka's own eyes to water.
"I can be the first to tell you that I've wondered more than once about the possibility of a spirit dying a second time." Jack spat viciously, both anger and sadness dripping from every word as they slowly tore Bunny apart.
"And I can be the first to tell you that it hurts when you try to see it through but, no matter how hard you try, it never works. Do you even know how long I've been alone? 319 years, Bunny. 319-most of which I've spent thinking of how many different ways I could try to take away the pain, or could at least try to keep it away for a little longer, when in the end it doesn't matter, because there's always something in the way or always some- ugh! It's like being stuck in a damn cage! Trapped in this cage hanging over the edge of the world, and it-it's too small for me, and I can't move, and I can't breathe, and I'm scared to look down, so I jus-just sit there! I just sit there because if I make too loud a sound, or too quick a movement, they'll know, they'll all know, and-and I'll be alone again! I'll-"
Jack's face scrunched up as he crumpled into himself, bringing his hands to his face in an effort to hide the sniveling from the Pooka, who was now grief-stricken and speechless. After all this time, assuming that the boy was coping with all the involuntary drama that crept its way between the two, Bunny now saw that he couldn't have been more wrong. How could he – a guardian – have said such cruel things to the new spirit? He should've known that the words would remain; after all, they were all he had. True, they were degrading, and hurtful, and Jack probably came to believe every one of them to be true, but it was because they were spoken to him. Him. The only one who everyone seemed to walk through and pay no heed to because he wasn't there. But Bunny spoke to him; he was probably the first spirit to communicate with Jack, though the guardians knew of his existence long before their first encounter.
"Bunny? I know you must have lot of eggs to paint, but have you heard? There is new elemental spirit roaming about. Jack Frost, I think is how they say… Tooth told me his teeth sparkle like the freshly fallen snow. Quite fitting for him."
"Winter elemental, huh?"
"Yes; of course, Man in Moon could've chosen older winter spirit, this one wasn't even eighteen when he vas chosen. I know not yet of his purpose here, but Man in Moon works in mysterious vays, eh?"
"Hmph, sounds like a troublemaker if ya ask me, mate. I thought you oughtta know, Winter and Spring don't coincide very well… Bet'cha he's the one who's been makin' all a those storms down in the States."
"Is that not what his name implies, Bunny?"
"During the spring. He's making all the snow storms during early spring, North. The gumby's tryin' to stay in one place. Bloody newbies… he better be outta there b'fore Easter comes around…"
"Vell then, go speak with him! You have much experience with the elemental balance, vhy not teach him as vell?"
"Heh, not on ya nelly. Get Tooth to do that, I'm sure she'll be glad ta get another peek at his choppers. B'sides, I still got all these eggs to finish up,"
"Psh! No matter how much you paint, Bunny, is still egg."
But he never did. He never even bothered to go and show Jack how things worked; the thought never even crossed his mind! He just left the poor spirit to watch and observe, to figure it out on his own. On his own, with no one to talk to… for 319 years…
Without really thinking about it, Bunny outstretched his arms and pulled Jack into a tight hug. All the while, Jack's mind was reeling with confusion, questions that seemed to have no answers, eating away at him and pulling him deeper into this pit of despair, tearing him apart. He was a Guardian. That much he knew. But what exactly did that mean? That he would be off to the side just like the last 319 years he spent alone? Would he be called upon when it was absolutely necessary and just disregarded when he wasn't needed? The questions scared him, made him want to run as fast as he can, as far away as he could, made him want to panic…
But then there was Bunny. Bunny was here… hugging him? That didn't seem right. It most certainly didn't sound right in Jack's mind. After everything that's happened between them, all the names said to each other, all the snowballs and egg bombs tossed around, it didn't seem right. But to Jack, it most certainly felt right. Well, it felt better than crying into his own arms. He'd done enough of that to last a number of lifetimes by now.
And Bunny was there. Not there as he'd been all those times before, to taunt him, to get even with him… although Jack didn't really mind. He didn't mind if Bunny was there solely to beat the poor boy, just as long as he was there. So long as someone was there that could see him, that could acknowledge him at the very least… and this was none of those things. It was a hug. A hug was… a sign of friendship, right? A way of comforting someone, right?
It didn't matter at this point. It didn't matter what it meant or why he was doing it. Bunny was still there, and as long as he was there, Jack couldn't bring himself to refuse. Jack shakily wrapped his arms around the Pooka and rested his head against the soft furry shoulder as the thought sank in.
So long as he's here… but why didn't he come sooner? Left me there all those years, except for the few times when he wanted to kill me? Why was I always alone in the end? Why?
He's here now, a voice spoke in the back of his mind. He's here now.
The thought wriggled its way into Jack's chest, which had now begun to heave once more when the relentless weeping returned for the fourth time that day. But this time, he had a shoulder to cry on. Jack sniffled and burrowed his head into the soft, warm fur, yearning for something that he'd been longing for the last 319 years. The warmth of another being, someone who could see him and acknowledge him. So long as they knew he was there.
Jack let out a small whimper as the emotions he felt flooded out of him, and Bunny could feel his tears as the soaked into his fur. So he held him closer, nuzzling Jack's neck with his nose and whispering to him softly but loud enough for the both of them to hear the words.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I'm so sorry,"
"Sandy! Where've you been?" Tooth asked, wringing her hands as she shot another worried glance to the door. The sand man floated through the window and stood in front of Tooth and North with a smug grin on his face. Tooth didn't seem to notice at first, her wide violet eyes constantly looking back at Jack's bedroom door. "Do you know how long they've been in there? An hour. We said twenty minutes and they've been in there for an hour! I don't think I can wait much longer! I mean, you know how Bunny can get, North. He can get pretty violent, and it's almost happened before…" the jittery, restless fairy continued her rant to herself as she fluttered a little ways away with her mini fairies, and North looked to the smug-looking Sandman curiously.
"Sandy, I asked you to peek in through room's window and make sure no one was dead. Why are you looking at me like that? Is not funny,"
Tooth flew back over beside North when Sandy pulled a camera from behind his back. "A camera?! Why on earth-?" Before the jolly Russian could finish, a golden finger was put up to his lips as a sign to hush, and Sandy nodded with satisfaction as he handed a square photograph to them.
Whilst they marveled over the picture, Sandy smiled triumphantly and crossed his arms. It's been awhile since he's used his telepathic method of communication; he only saved it for emergencies, when children were scared and needed to be told to stay strong, lest the Boogeyman enter their dreams. But after hearing some of the shouting and stuff going on behind that door, Sandy just couldn't help himself. That, and he was very proud of himself when he saw the outcome of it, so he figured that he'd take Jack's idea from their previous journey, found an old camera on one of the workshops' shelves, and took a picture.
Tooth squealed in delight, plucking the image from North's hands and inspecting it curiously. It showed Bunnymund resting his back against the wall beside the door (there was a hole in the wall that Tooth couldn't help but wonder who was responsible for). His eyes were closed, one of his ears were standing on end as the other lazily drooped in on itself. But while this was in and of itself pretty cute in Tooth's mind, what made her squeal like a little girl was seeing what he was holding.
In his arms, much like a mother cradling her baby, Bunny cradled a sleeping Jack Frost, who was curled up in a ball on the Pooka's chest and appeared to be gripping the Pooka for dear life. It was as if should he loosen his grip the slightest bit, the rabbit would disappear. Whilst Tooth was a bit disheartened at the fact that Jack's teeth were not showing, having been blocked by his arm as it was raised up to hold on to the Pooka, she couldn't help but giggle madly at the image as she spun around in circles.
Not really poor, helpless, wounded little Jack Frost, but downright adorable beyond anything Tooth has ever seen Jack Frost.
"North, can you believe this?!" Tooth exclaimed boisterously, earning a chiding scowl from her fairies as they brought their fingers up to their beaks and shushed her. "Sorry," she whispered before floating over to North, who took the picture back instantly.
"To be honest, no, not really…" he muttered, his face bearing the same surprise it did when the Man in the Moon said Jack Frost was a Guardian. "But here is proof, so it must be true." He shot a shocked look to the golden man who was still smiling like a fool.
"Good work, Sandy!" Sandy bowed deeply.
North chuckled to himself. "Now should Bunny try to say Easter is more important than Christmas, I will have some leverage!" he laughed, glancing at the photograph again before preparing to tuck it in his red jacket, only to have it taken by Tooth.
"Hey! That is my leverage!"
"Oh no, Nicholas. This is mine." She spoke fiercely but with a lighthearted tone, looking back on it with a twitterpated grin. It was replaced with one of surprise when Sandy took it from her and encased it with sand before placing it in the cloud of dreamsand he was now floating on.
"Sandy!" North laughed. "No fair! That is my leverage! Give it here!"
"What? No way! C'mon, Sandy, you owe me one!"
The two chased after the sandman with grins on their faces, completely unaware of the shadow that crept from the ceiling and beneath the bedroom door.
Author's Note: I am disappointed in how this chapter came out. Personally it could've used a lot more angst, and a few times I went back and read it and thought "it's like I'm writing a rape story" but aside from that…Damn. This is the first chapter I've ever written that actually made me cry. :'[ Weird, I don't usually react to my own FEELS. Anyway, R&R please, and just thought I'd give ya a heads up that I'm writing that new story now. For those of you who want to stick around for that one, it'll be called Below Freezing and will probably by posted a little after school gets out (which, for us, is June 7th). I haven't even posted it yet, but IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN MY UPCOMING FANFIC, HERE'S THE SUMMARY:
"Useless…" he sank deeper into the shadow cast by the Pooka, loneliness reclaiming him once more. "Pest…" for the first time in his immortal life, he despised the cold, "MiM's mistake…" because his words were colder than anything, freezing his heart, a painful meaningless throbbing in his chest. "Bloody Jack Frost…" – In the midst of readjusting to being a guardian, no longer just a stray winter spirit, Jack unintentionally creates a series of elemental anomalies, ex. causing blizzards in his sleep as he did in '68. And as if a residual sense of distrust between himself and the guardians (and a livid, aggressive-natured Easter Bunny) wasn't enough, the Man in the Moon draws a new spirit to their attention. The guardians are left with this: a seemingly misunderstood and stubborn Jack frost, a furious and equally stubborn Bunnymund, and an evil plot unfolding in the pitch black shadows…
Thanks again for reading, this should be uploaded a little later if you must know, and if you have any oneshot requests, ask and I'll see what I can do! I do what-ifs, lots of violence/language, and…ugh, hell with it, if you really wanted me too, I'm sure that I could give JackRabbit a try. :D baibai!
…heh, rump's a funny word…
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