Eggs with Wings? | {E.Aster Bunnymund x Fem! Reader}

Chapter 35: Home Sweet Home

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CRASH

Your group and yourself were each all thrown around in the sleigh, each of your confused screams piercing the air.

"Oops. Rough landing." North suddenly said, catching his breath as he released the reigns with a small chuckle.

Tooth, Bunny, Sandy, Pitch and yourself were each piled on top of eachother as you all suddenly saw your lives flash before your eyes.

"North."

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I'm going to throw you off a cloud."

"Understandable," he chuckled, helping you all up. The rest of you each brushed yourselves off, glaring at North while doing so.

"Yer gonna need some bloody seatbelts, North," Bunny glared, checking to see if he had all his boomerangs.

"Ha ha!" North laughed, "For you, of course. We need some Bunny Seatbelts."

"Ah'll throw an explodin' egg at ya mate."

The others each laughed at Bunny and North's antics and stepped out of the sleigh together, looking around.

"Uh...(Y/N)...?" Tooth began, "is everything meant to be so...dull...?"

Your smile fell as you looked around; it seems you'd crashed into the city square. Usually, there would be lights shining from crystal street lamps, a fountain where the children would make wishes and garden beds that would be filled with blooming flowers.

But as you looked around, you realised how dull everything was. The street lamps had shattered, the fountain was destroyed, and the flowers had all wilted until permanent death.

People were screaming. Children were screaming.

Your heart begun to beat faster and faster, and the grip on your staff had become tighter.

Lights began to flash, it felt as if you were in two places at once. Your own Kingdom, and another.

These two worlds looked so similar, yet so different. It seemed as everything was mixed in a disproportionate way. Your crystal palace was mixed with that of an old decrepit one. Both were surrounded in debris.

Your body began to shake as you watched fearlings destroy your home and Hyperion; your world was mixing before your eyes.

Your bodily shaking grew rougher until your sight began to tear the worlds apart, and when you stared forward, Pitch was there.

"Sister, whatever you're seeing isn't there." He said, gripping onto your shoulders, "your world is mixing with the memories of Hyperion. It's not real..."

You stared up at him and gulped, nodding as you weren't able to speak. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin upon your head, gently swaying your body to calm you down.

"What is she seeing..." Tooth said, resting her hand on your shoulder."

"Her world is mixing with her memories of Hyperion during the war," he said, "it's another form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder..."

"PTSD..." North chimed in, gently rubbing his hand across your shoulder, "she hasn't experienced it in a long time..."

"Let us hope that Frost is at least putting out the fires." Pitch replied, cupping your ears so you wouldn't hear the flaming embers that wafted through the air.

"Another question..." Tooth said, "why are all the crystals grey...it was so vibrant and colourful here before..."

"She wasn't believed in, much like the rest of you," Pitch answered, "North's workshop slowed down, Toothiana's golden caves began to dissolve, Bunnymund's Warren began to die, and her Kingdom is disappearing as we speak."