He had just finished bundling Bunny up for "cold travel" when he heard something from within the Warren that made him pause. It was a rumbling and a rustling, like the sweep of a large object, propelled by hurricane force winds- it was distant, but growing steadily louder and louder. It seemed to be coming from the darkened depths of the cavern. It grew to a roar and the sparse, dead flora around Jack was lifted in a sudden gustful gale. A hollow, rattling laugh echoed from the darker portents of the caverns. Darkness was spreading rapidly and unnaturally throughout the hall- the stones were stained with ink, the light from above seemed to f

"I'll protect you- ...little ankle-biter." The words rumbled in the Easter Bunny's ears. And a feeling rose up in his fluffy-coated chest, a foreign feeling, squeezing his heart like a straightjacket. A good feeling. It was warmth... Comfort. He didn't even react to the boy's playful jab, he just held on tighter, latching onto his friend's hips and burying his face in the pouch of his hoodie. Bunnymund sniffed wetly, squeezing his eyes shut. His heart was boiling and the steam was beginning to leak from his eyes, it prickled and stung, it was humiliating, but most of all it frightened him more. Frightened him because he was helpless. That he