This story was way harder to write than I expected, or then it should have been. I hope I was able to capture North and Bunny's accents alright... I'm sorry this is so behind. I hope you like the story! Also, I plan on writing one long story for the month of December. I'm not sure what fandom I should write it in, so let me know if you have any thoughts. I have a google form link on my tumblr if you want to respond that way! Otherwise let me know in a review!
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"It said take one, Jack."
He turned around to see all four of the guardians standing behind him, laughing.
Jack could tell they weren't laughing at him in a mean way, and he joined in, laughing as well.
Then North spoke, stopping the laughter, his booming voice carrying through the night sky. "We have party set up, Jack. Let us all go in and celebrate."
And so the group of the five guardians entered the palace of sand. Jack was amazed at the decorations they had all set up. There were strings of cobwebs, made of glistening sand. Pumpkins had been painted with spooky faces, though the vibe was thrown off by the fact that it had clearly been Bunny who had painted them. Rather than dark colors and creepy combinations, the pumpkins had been painted with bright, hopeful, Easter, colors. Either way, no matter how the decorations looked, Jack appreciated the gesture.
There was a table with food and drinks. Things such as cookies and apple cider were interspersed among more painted pumpkins. These ones were at least painted in purple and orange, more traditional Halloween colors.
"We should tell spooky stories!" Jack exclaimed, eating a cat-shaped cookie after throwing his candy in. apple in the corner of the room.
The other Guardians shrugged, and Sandy sent up a few sand symbols.
'That sounds like a great idea, Jack! Who wants to go first?'
"I will go first." North declared, sitting down on one of the couches.
The other four guardians followed suit and watched North with rapt attention.
"It was dark night, many years ago, before I brought yetis to help make gifts. The wind howled through my workshop, the elves had left large window open. With wind came chilling laugh. A shiver went down my spine."
"Was it Pitch?" Jack asked, interrupting.
North shook his head. "No, still I do not know what exactly it was. Later that night, footsteps sounded through halls of workshop. When I went to investigate, elves throughout the building were frozen. Not in ice, in stone.
"When morning dawned, stone elves returned to flesh. They continued with work, or tried to. Before, elves made toys, ever since, elves have been insane. That was why I got yetis to make toys for me."
"And you've seriously never figured it out?" Jack asked.
North shook his head. "Never."
"I think I've got a better story," Bunny cut in. "There once was a little girl who loved Easter, and always stayed up the entire night to see me. She was the daughter of a lady in waiting, in France, in the Middle Ages. Oftentimes I would ask why her mother let her stay up all night. She would always smile at me, but never talk. Over the years, I began to care for her more than I should've. As Guardians, after all, we shouldn't have favorites."
"So what happened?" Jack asked, getting impatient. This was supposed to be a spooky story, not whatever Bunny seemed to be telling.
Bunny glared at Jack but continued with his story. "I changed the order I brought Easter to the world, so the last place I would stop would be this little girl's castle. We'd sit together at the top of a tower and would watch the other children on the lawn below, hunting for eggs. After five years of that pattern, I realized something horrifying."
He stopped to take a deep breath. "She hadn't been aging."
The other Guardian's faces were immediately drained of color.
"She was some sort of spirit, I think. Of course, looking back on the times I had seen her, I started putting the pieces together. She never spoke, and was always awake. Never did she play with the other children, and no one ever spoke to her. For five years, I didn't realize I had been talking to a spirit."
After that, no one really had the motivation to continue telling scary stories. Jack decided to start eating some of his excess candy as the conversation turned in a more happy direction.
Four hours later, Jack was losing his mind. Or, rather, he couldn't think straight because he had eaten too much candy. Since the trick-or-treating the guardians had set up, Jack had more candy than he knew what to do with.
Then again… he was an immortal teenager. And teenagers did not always make the best choices. Therefore, his solution to having an excess amount of candy was to eat nearly half of it.
And, oh, how he was regretting that choice now.
The five guardians were all still on Sandy's dream sand cloud, where they had had their party, having a good time together. Sandy was drinking apple cider, and North had a few cookies in the shapes of pumpkins and witch hats. Bunny was lounging on a couch and was arguing with North about who's holiday was more important. Tooth had been fluttering near the ceiling, delegating tasks to the little fairies that were hovering next to her.
Jack himself was laying on the floor, his arms and legs out from his body as though he was going to make a snow angel.
"Are you alright, Jack?" Tooth asked, coming down from the ceiling and placing a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "You look a little sick."
"I think I ate too much candy."
Tooth shook her head. "That's bad for your teeth, not just how you feel."
Bunny, meanwhile, was laughing. "Any of us could'a told ya that eating as much candy as you did wasn't a good idea."
Jack rolled his eyes and glared at Bunny. "Stop laughing at my sugar-fueled misery, Bunny!"
"I wouldn't have had ta if you'd just been a little calmer with the candy consumption."
Jack glared at Bunny for a second before rolling over and trying to lay in a different position to help with his stomach ache. "I give up!" he cried. "I'm going to sleep."
And that he did.
