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

Chapter 21: Conversationalist

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Your feet hurt.

Everything was so sore as you sprinted along the road, not giving a single care in the world if you ran through anyone. No one paid any weak minded attention to you. It hurt. It felt like you were drowning. And for the millionth time in all the years you've lived, you wished for the gods to have mercy and bring death upon yourself once again.

Tears crystallized against your skin. For the very first time, you hated the cold. Everything felt empty, and dark. People were walking right beside you, none of them heard your cries. Not that they could see you anyways.

You stared down at your glove less hands. They were completely black now...it looked as if darkness had just swept across your touch and permanently marked you. Dark sand swirled at your fingertips.

You pressed on, ringing filling your ears. You didn't know where you were, and at this point you didn't care where you ended up.

You tripped.

You fell.

Your face crashed into the snow, your hair, body and clothes all becoming damp. You sat up and let yourself calm down, allowing you to get your breath back, if only slightly.

You sighed, tears falling down your cheeks, "I w-want to go h-home..."

Jingle jingle

You perked up, your eyes blurred from the collision against the snow, which most likely had rocks hidden beneath. You shook your head slightly, staring at the small glimmering object that had rolled toward you.

You acquired a snowglobe.

"N-North's snowglobe...?" You muttered in confusion, "I don't remem- don't remember packing th-this..."

"That's because you didn't."

You yelped in fright and grabbed the globe, rushing to your feet and aiming your sword directly at the voice, "what do you want?!"

Pitch chuckled, nothing but maliciousness filling his once already dead voice, "think of it as a gift."

"I-I wasn't talking abou-about that," you said, "why are y-you here."

"Because we haven't had the chance to speak. Not privately that is."

You looked around, suddenly realising you had stumbled into that same forest where you and Jack were. Talk about privacy much.

He laughed at you, "do you get that feeling...?"

"W-What feeling...?"

He stalked you. Shadows circled around you, "why the feeling of dread and fear, (Y/N). I know you felt it...especially when you found those useless little fairies."

You stuttered that much you sounded like a baby babbling for more food, "how did you know..."

"I know everything about fear. I am fear. I'm the who hid beneath those stupid little brat's BEDS!"

You kept your head and sword held high, anger filling your eyes as you looked as intimidating as you possibly could, "1. They aren't stupid. They're fucking children. 2. How did you get the snowglobe."

"Simple. I stole it," he chuckled, his sharp teeth glimmering like the snow, "stealing is quite simple when you're a shadow. Especially when people can't see you."