Lost: Rise of the Guardians fanfiction-Bunnymund-More Like This
Bunnymund saw Sandman as being weaker more so than the others did.
He was so much smaller than them—portly, and round, and always smiling, he could hardly be considered a threat. When Bunnymund had first been introduced to the golden cherub he had nearly laughed in his face when Sandman had stuck out a tiny hand to be shook.
"How can that dill be a Guardian?" he had hissed at North when Sandman was out of earshot. North had given him a long, tired look before turning away. And still, Bunnymund did not understand.
Sandman was not in the least bit intimidating. He always looked lost, wispy golden hair flickering about his head, and he walked on minuscule legs like a toddler. Sure he had that dreamsand, but the bludger hardly used it for anything other than picture-making. Sandman was like a little golden cotton-wrapped marshmallow. How could he protect himself, much less any children?
If Sandman noticed his disdain, he did not call attention to it.
And for a good fifty