The clock hands travelled around the face of the large clock on the wall. A flustered Jack and Bunny were now standing at opposite ends of the room, both emitting an aura filled with shame and embarrassment, both males naturally fearful and concerned for their well-being, their thoughts also similar by the fact that they had imagined scenarios of which all played out their deaths by your hands. Occasionally, they glanced at one another before quickly turning away, until…
Jack turned to face Bunnymund, a grimace settled upon his features. "She's going to kill us, isn't she?" He questioned the Pooka, of whom seemed to turn pale, even though his fur could not change colour.
"Um…Something along those lines, mate. Yeah." Bunnymund replied, gulping before glancing around, his eyes then flicking back to Jack.
"Okay, mate. I say we never speak of it again. And by no means should North ever find out…" Bunnymund's sentence fell
He cried out again as the claws tore though the fabric of his hoodie and dug into his flesh, drawing blood. Tears rushed to his eyes as he grit his teeth, trying to pull away from his attacker. But the paw held him in place.
The cruel laughter stung in his ears and the paw pressed down harder on his back, feeling as it would break his spine. He dug his fingers into the ground, trying to hold back the sob that rose in his throat.
“Not so cocky now, are you? Serves you right, you little pest.”
Jack managed to turn his head, glancing at the animal. He was only a bit taller than the boy, but much larger in weight. In fact, he was rather fat. His fur coat was dirty brown, with a middle long tail trailing behind him. His eyes were cold
The minutes turned into hours, his lack of sleep tried to pull him down. His eyelids got heavier and he was yawning every few minutes. But he refused to go to sleep; thoughts of what would happen if he did forced him to stay up. He paced the new room North had given him, it had a huge French
he remembered bringing his dreams to children than a sudden clash with something and then he crashed.
where was he?
groggily he looked around, taking in his surroundings.
he appeared to be inside someone room
He looked up and was met with the most beautiful (e/c) eyes he had ever seen
And he had seen a lot.
He shook his head a bit before looking again, bits of sand flinging everywhere.
“it’s a golden boy..man? you are actually kind of cute, wait what am I saying…”
Sandy tried to stand up but the pain got him first and he sat down again, a worried look came over his face
The girl noticed his pain.
“oh! Just a moment”
Carefully not to disturb her parents or her brother she rushed downstairs.
She quickly grabbed the first aid kit and went back up.
the little man hadn’t moved a bit
she was getting worried now and carefully shook his shoulders