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Treat's POV

I laughed at the Tooth Fairy, who was flitting around while complementing Jack's teeth. But she also insulted mine... I'm not really sure how to take that.

"Oh!" Tooth said, finally realizing I was still there, unlike Trixsy, who took off a few minutes before. "So you're Treat, right?"

"Yeah," I smiled- her excitement was catching. "I guess so, as that's what Jack said."

"It's going to be so great having more girl guardians! I've been the only one for hundreds of years! The last one, Holly, was taken by Pitch a few days before Jack became a guardian. She was the old guardian of winter-"

Jack broke in, "Wait! There was someone before me? Why didn't you guys tell me?"

Tooth looked awfully surprised at that. "You mean you didn't know? North didn't tell you?"

"Does it look like he told me?" Jack was getting frantic, his hands flying through his short white hair. "So what happened to Holly? When Pitch took her?"

"We don't know," Tooth sighed, wings drooping. "The same thing that happened to Casper Ghost, I guess."

"The old guardian of Halloween?" asked Jack.

Tooth nodded. "They just disappeared. Really, we just assumed that they went with Pitch, since he's the only guardian opposing us that we know of."

I was terribly confused at that point. "Who's Pitch? What does he do?"

"His goal is to frighten." answered a deep Russian voice. "You probably know him as the boogeyman You could say that he is the guardian of fear."

I turned to see Santa. "Why is there a guardian of fear in the first place?"

"Because without fear, there is no reason for hope," Santa smiled. "I don't think I've officially introduced myself. I am Nicholas St. North, guardian of Christmas. I see that you've met Tooth, so only Sandy is left."

"Who's Sandy?" I questioned.

"Sandy gives kids good dreams; he's the Sandman."

I frowned. "Don't get me wrong- you guys are nice and all- but this is all a lot to take in, especially since I stopped believing-" they grimaced at that, "- in all of you years ago. So, what I'm asking is if you wouldn't mind breaking this stuff to me slowly, as opposed to just blurting it out like it doesn't matter. Cause it does. A lot."

The three of them looked pretty surprised at my outburst- still not half as surprised as me, let me tell you- but Jack finally smiled and said, "Whoa! Who are you and what've you done with Treat? You wouldn't happen to be Trick in disguise, would you?"

Oh, so they're already used to me being a wimp? My frown deepened. "So you don't think this could possibly be a huge change in my life? You don't think that maybe I miss my parents, or my friends, or my family? Cause I can remember. All of it, unlike Jack. My mom, and my dad, and Lynne, Emily, Joseph, everyone! You couldn't expect anyone to just take that! Just accept the fact that I'll never see any of them again- is that what you want me to do? I-"

Jack cut me off, looking abashed, "Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. It was a joke, okay?"

I deflated. "I- I know. It's just... well, you know."

"Yes," North smiled at me, "Jack was a rare case. We all remember our families- except Tooth. We have no idea where she came from!"

All of us laughed at that. "Hey!" shouted Tooth suddenly "Thinking of it, where'd Trick go? She was right here a minute ago."

"Oh," muttered Jack, "I may have... teased her a bit. I didn't know she'd go running off, so-"

North panicked. "She may be disturbing the yeti! It's only two months till Christmas! Jack, what have you done? This is even worse than what you did to Bunny in 68!"

"Sorry," Jack muttered, and I huffed.

"I'll go find her." North volunteered.

"No," I shook my head slowly. "I'll do it. She probably won't react well to you."

"It's my fault," Jack whispered, staring at his feet. "I'll go get her-"

"And distract the yeti? I don't think so-"

"She's my sister guys, she shouldn't be your burden to carry-"

"Really North, I'll leave the yeti alone-"

"Absolutely not! I'll hear no more of it!"

"I am capable of doing something responsible, you know."

I drifted off then, and let the boys have their petty argument. "I'll come too." Tooth smiled at me. "You might get lost."

I smiled back. "Thanks."

We wandered around for awhile, hours maybe, until Tooth picked up something with her radar hearing. We ended up going into the basement, and I suppressed a shudder. Cand- Treat's second irrational child-like fear?- the dark. "This way," she said every time we reached a crossroads.

"I didn't realize Santa's workshop was a maze!" I joked, trying to rid myself of the constant shivers running up and down my back..

She smiled a bit apologetically. "It's actually pretty open on the upper levels. We're in storage right now. I try not to come down here too often. I wonder how Trick ended up here..."

I began to talk again, but was cut off by a voice. "Hey!" Trick grinned as we approached. "What's up?"

I cocked my head. " 'What's up?' You had everyone worried sick! That's what's up! What the heck were you thinking!" She let me go on and on for quite a while, blowing off steam like that, then finally smirked.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking. Such a compassionate soul you have, sis."

I can't say I wasn't surprised by her sudden change of attitude. She was acting completely normal, not at all like she had been a while ago. Tooth seemed pretty pleased though. "Hi!" she flew over to my sister. "You probably remember me from a few minutes ago, I'm the Tooth Fairy, but everyone here just calls me Tooth."

Trick smirked again, and I could feel a jibe coming, so I quickly stepped in with the ever witty, "Um... could we maybe get out of here? I'm afraid of the dark."

I was looking at Tooth, but out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw a look of complete glee and malice cross Trick's face, which was immediately followed by one of annoyance, but she reverted back to her usual puckish smile so fast that I played it off as my fear getting the better of me.

"Oh!" Tooth looked like she was about to cry. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea! If I had known we wouldn't-"

"Be down here now. Yeah, I got that, but can we please just leave?" I felt like begging. I could practically feel the blackness surrounding me, coming in, cutting off my air, enveloping me in evil- Happy thoughts Treat! Twix bars, Snickers, Jelly Beans, Rolos...

"Oh great," I heard someone say over my thoughts. "You got her chanting sweets. Now you've done it."

"What do you mean?"

"She's hysterical- and not in the funny way- well, actually she got over a million hits on youtube doing this, but that's not the point. She needs to get out of here before she goes full Hulk."

"Full Hulk? What do you mean?"

A sigh. "All modern culture references are going to be lost upon you guys, won't they? It means she'll go crazy till she gets sugar. We can eat stuff, right?"

"Yes-"

"Good. Now help me get her out of here. Before-"

I moaned and stood up. I wasn't in the dark tunnels anymore, I was at home standing in the kitchen, yelling at Trixsy. "You hid the sugar again, didn't you? Why do you always do that, Trix?"

She rolled her eyes. "Great. Look at what you've done. You're cleaning this up. Not me." She stalked off in anger, leaving me with a giant green hummingbird who was flitting around looking about as panicked as a hummingbird can be.

"So this is 'full Hulk'," it whispered. "What do I do?"

I frowned at it. "You find the candy, duh."

It perked up at that. "Candy! Okay, follow me, I'm sure North keeps candy canes around here somewhere!"

I followed it upstairs, not even pausing to think that our house didn't have a second floor. Or a fourth.

A buff old guy and a younger teenager were standing in an empty room in our house. The hummingbird flew up to the older one and engaged him in conversation, while I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. The younger one tried to talk to me, but I had a very one-track mind. Candy, candy, candy, candy, candy-

"Oh yes! Candy canes!" My ears perked up as the old man walked over to me, handing over the glorious, perfect, delicious hook shaped treats. I sucked on one as the three of them talked, glancing back at me every few seconds. Slowly, the room ebbed into North's workshop, and I snapped out of the daze.

"Sorry!" I apologized again and again to Tooth, who had apparently gotten the worst of it.

Jack seemed to be pretty amused. "So you turn into a monster if you don't get sugar every few minutes?"

"Or if I'm stressed," I explained, and he excused himself quickly, saying that "this was not a good environment for him."

North was very confused about the many "technicalities" of my "condition". I explained to him at least five times that no, this did not happen to Trick and yes, it had always happened.

Bunny, after we found him and explained, thought it made perfect sense, and then proceeded to ask where Trick was with a frightened look on his face because she's "almost as bad as Frost." He held up to pink sparkly boomerangs and said, "You better find her before she does more stuff like this."

Tooth and I looked at each other and groaned. "Not again!"

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