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

Chapter 17: Golden Eyes

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CLANG

Jack spun around at your cut off plea, only to find that the last thing remaining was your sword. He swiftly scrambled towards it, lifting it from the ground with ease, just in time for a dark shadow to loom over him, sending him falling.

As he fell, he landed against walls, his clothes becoming slightly torn from the jagged edges as he came into contact with the solid ground. The world around him was hazy as he struggled to get to his feet, gripping onto your sword.

"What have you done to her!?" Jack shouted into the darkness, "where have you taken my mother-"

"And worst of all; you're afraid you'll never know why," Pitch laughed, watching Jack begin to run in the other direction, "why you? Why were you chosen?"

Jack's heart thumped as he ran through the tunnels, only to collide into a thick stone wall.

"To be like this? Well, fear not-" Pitch's shadow directly fell over Jack's small figure as he stood before the Winter sprite, "-for the answer to that, is right here."

A glowing flaxen box rested in his hand, encrusted with jewels of all kinds and a young brunette haired boy on the front. Jack eyed him suspiciously, glints of fear in his eyes.

Slowly, he reached out for the box, only to realise his doings and flinch away, Pitch disappearing with a sinister chuckle. Jack growled, discovering that was in the same area as when you disappeared. With the speed of light, he leaped away from the cliffside, following Pitch's laughter. He sprinted down stairs, through caves in search of the man, keeping an eye out for you aswell.

"Everything you wanted to know-" Pitch's sillhouette appeared on the wall beside Jack, "-in this little box," he chuckled with laughter and disappeared, Jack chasing after.

"Why did you end up like this? Unseen, unable to reach out to anyone?"

Jack shivered at the sound of Pitch's silvery voice as he ran up and down staircases over and over again. It was like a labyrinth inside these walls. But Pitch was toying with him, just like he toyed with you.

"You want the answers so badly. You want to grab them and fly off with them-" Pitch chuckled, his shadow manoevering and replicating, spinning on the walls before Jack, "-but you're afraid, of what the Guardians with think, afraid of what (Y/N) will think!"

"You're afraid of disappointing them," he spoke, his sillhouette growing taller and taller by the second, "well, let me ease your mind about one thing."

"They'll never accept you, not really..."

"Stop it! Stop it!" Jack screamed into the darkness, clutching his head at the sound of the nightmare's voice. He stumbled about, scrambling as he ran up the stairs to find a transparent globe, much smaller than the one at North's workshop.

"After all, you're not one of them," Pitch appeared in the shadows, his arms crossed behind his back,

"You don't know what I am!" Jack exclaimed, raising his staff so it pointed directly at Pitch's face.

"Of course I do!" He proclaimed enthusiastically, "you're Jack Frost! You make a mess wherever you go, why, you're doing it right now," he tossed the golden box into Jack's hands.

He studied the box in confusion, looking back to Pitch, "What did you do...?"

"You could've saved her Jack, but that's not the point. What did you do?" He retorted as he drifted into the shadows, leaving nothing but a pair of golden eyes, a glowing smile and a sinister laugh.