Where Do We Go From Here

The Frost Age

Where Do We Go From Here||The Guardians Spark The Frost Age

Chapter Summary: Depressed- in a state of general unhappiness or despondency. Jack can't help being depressed. But Jack's depression soon morphs into something much, much more dangerous... Fury- violence; vehemence; fierceness.

Chapter Rating: K+ for minor cursing, T for the A/N. This was supposed to be Depression but it turned into something else.

[This is unrelated to any other arc.]

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Disclaimer: I donut own RotG, 'kay?

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"Just be happy already, would you?"

"Stop being all depressed."

"He's just looking for attention. Ignore him."

I can't help it! Jack wanted to rage. I don't like being this way! It's your fault I'm like this!

"Quit it with the gloomy act already, you ain't fooling nobody!"

"I'm not acting!" Melancholy, downhearted; down, dispirited.

"You know what? Enough with pretending to be so depressed! You're not! You're the bloody Guardian of Fun, you can't be anything but immature and annoying!"

"Bunny!"

"No, Tooth, the overgrown rodent is correct." Jack's voice was cold, masking his true emotions. Sad and gloomy; dejected; downcast. "I should stop pretending to be what I'm not. I should stop pretending I feel like I belong. I should stop smiling to make you feel better; you don't deserve it. I should stop acting so damn cheerful all the time." His voice didn't crack or hesitate once despite his inner turmoil. Low, heavy-hearted, morose; dismal, tearful.

"North, I am not your son. You can't give me curfew and try to make me eat more and you have absolutely no right whatsoever to punish me for doing what I was made to do!" Cold fury and raw emotion leaked into his voice. Unhappy; miserable. "Tooth, if you stick your fingers into my mouth one more time I will bite them off. You're unbelievably lucky I have no gag reflex. Sandy, I physically cannot sleep restfully every night the way I should, stop making me drowsy while I'm doing my job! Get control over your own sand!" They all shrank back in newfound fear of the Frost-Child, but Bunny received the brunt of his anger.

"And you," his voice dripped loathing. "No one died and made you Manny. You can't just strut around like you own everything, you can't say what you feel like saying without concern for anyone else. If you don't filter your thoughts before spewing them at me, I won't either. Time for a taste of your own medicine, you stupid mutated rat." He took a deep breath, twisting his dark internally-directed thoughts outward. It felt good to be angry at someone other than himself for once. Unrestrained or violent anger, rage, passion.

"Rabbits aren't native to Australia. Your accent makes you sound like a dumb hick. You're less intelligent than I was at my birth and you have no regard for anyone but yourself. You expect to be treated with respect when you treat everyone like dirt. Driving children to attempt suicide isn't very befitting of the supposed Guardian of Hope." Jack spat at Bunny as he advanced, ice slithering across the floor and cementing everyone in place faster than the eye could see, working it's way upwards. "You never know a person as well as you think you do, and you underestimate me every single time we fight! But I won't hold back anymore. I can't hold back anymore." His voice broke and the ice got thicker, his breaths bordering on sobs. "I'm sorry, but you are all going to die. I can't stop it anymore. I've opened the gates."