I'm back! Sorry guys, my anxiety got really bad :(. I'm here now, though, and um I have a question. Would you guys like it if this story had Jackrabbit? The rating will stay the same, of course. In a few days (when I post the next chapter) I'll look at the votes and decide. Thanks everyone for being such cuppycakes! Kisses! DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. NOTHING!
Jack wasn't getting any better. White hot pain shot through his body in waves and he slept fitfully. Often he would whimper and cry in his nightmares, and Bunny would have to wake him up and hug him against his fuzzy chest until the boy stop sobbing and slipped back in unconsciousness. All the while the Pooka also wondered how in the universe they were going to get Pitch to cry of all things.
"Maybe I can beat him until he cries", he muttered to himself. Bunny didn't let Jack see it- he didn't want to frighten him- but he absolutely furious with the Nightmare King for doing this to his Snowflake. He'd make damn sure that Pitch suffered for what he did; the Boogeyman never even looked at his family the wrong way again. Bunny cradled Jack closer and pressed his nose to the pink-tinted forehead to see if the fever had gone down. It hadn't. The Pooka sighed in frustration and anger. He wanted so bad to do anything to help Jack, so he got a yeti to keep an eye on the boy while he got him something to eat.
Aster got a small bowl and filled it with crushed ice. He put a few crackers on a plate, something that would be gentle on the boy's stomach, and wet a rag for the fever. Slinging the dripping rag over his shoulder, he made his way back to Jack.
As Bunny walked to the infirmary room, he heard Jack keening, "Where's Bunny? I need Bunny…" Aster quickened his pace.
"I'm right here, mate", he said, placing the plate and bowl on a side table. Thin fingers ran through his fur when he bent down to cup the winter spirit's chin. "What's the matter?"
"I had a nightmare. Pitch hurt you. I-I couldn't stop him", Jack's voice broke and Bunny engulfed him in another hug. Whispers filled Jack's ears and he calmed himself, reminding himself that Bunny was there and okay and with him. After a while Aster helped the boy up and coaxed him into eating a few crackers and munching on some ice. Then he dabbed away some of the fever with the wet rag.
There were hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe. Sandy barely had any time to think. When he did, however, he had a brilliant idea. Jumping out to the hood of his ship he waved his hands in a flurry of motions, concocting a giant sand creation. He looked up at the golden monstrosity and felt a ping of pride. A gigantic octopus sucked up fearlings by the tentacle-full and flung them about until they fell limp or retreated. A second later a pair of whips joined in and the fearlings began to fall back. A few brave ones threw themselves at Sandy's back, but were quickly seized and devoured by the powerful sea creature. Finally, there were no more of the fowl creatures, and the little man sighed in relief. He turned to get into his ship when he heard a very familiar whinny from behind him. Fear rekindled, he turned to see a rather large Nightmare, thrashing its mane and stomping at nothing. He quickly pulled out his whips and got into a fighting pose.
The Nightmare swerved away from Sandy and went straight for the octopus. It sank its teeth into a giant tentacle. Black quickly tainted the grains of sand and shot up the creature in tendrils. 'Uh-oh', thought Sandy.
Things just got a lot more difficult.
The Sandman charged at the nightmare first, that way he couldn't bite the octopus a second time. It was fairly easy, being only one. A few whippings and it was gone, dissolved into space. He turned to face his creation gone wrong and braced himself.
For a little many, Sandy was pretty fast. He swooped and dodged and flung his whips like crazy. However, he made a mistake when he allowed himself to get near the underneath of the octopus's tentacle. It wrapped easily around him, thrashing him about. The Sandman pushed down the bile in his throat and ignored his nausea.
Deep breath, deep breath. Sandy grabbed hold of the nightmare sand and focused with every fiber of his being. He knew his fear would try to deter his powers, and so he tried very hard to calm himself. Deep breath. 'I believe, I believe, I believe', deep breath. Slowly, ever so slowly, the octopus returned to its golden color and melted away gently.
'Easy peasy', Sanderson thought.
Little tooth fairies swarmed like angry hornets around a clump of monkeys. They pecked their heads and flew just out of reach, taunting and teasing and giggling. Tooth smiled along. What could she say, she hadn't done this in a while and it was pretty fun. A hearty laugh escaped her lips and she wondered why she was so worried about this.
"You monkeys are so dumb," she guffawed. The monkeys simply huffed and screeched. Finally, they trudged off in a grump.
"Alright, girls", Tooth instructed. "Grab some berries and let's get out of here!" The mini ferries plucked the branches clean as they squeaked at each other for a job well done. However, their squeaks became squeals when a tall and brawny figure emerged from the trees.
"Uh-oh" Tooth said. She turned to her girls. "Let's go!"
So off they went into the sunset, buzzing with newfound excitement and hope.
Phew, done! Hope you guys liked it! Also, I just heard this great song by Regina Spektor called Blue Lips. Look it up if you like, it's really good!