Hey guys. I know I'm stupid for not updating sooner and such. And I know the stories are getting limp. I'm not that great of a writer so I'm sorry for all this *waves toward stories* I've just got a lot of ideas and such. That's why I mostly write one shots, but sometimes I'd give myself away to a story. And then it'd be stubborn and just keep giving me writer's block. All these chapters are so stubborn to write; but I decided to update at least ONE of my stories.

Sandy looked around Jack's room and he blinked at the collection of snowglobes. "Sorry 'bout that." Jack murmured before turning to stare at him. "I just like collecting them, and Da- sorry Manny always put up with it."

A slight smile graced Jack's face. Sandy smiled back and gave little hand gestures to follow him. Sandy brought out a tiny comb before pretending to brush his hair away and Jack giggled. Touching the comb's teeth, he smiled brightly before turning away. Manny was always so silly, and Sandy reminded him of his foster father.

Sandy began signing but when he realized Jack wasn't looking he gave up instead turning to the paper and pencil. Jack's gaze flickered toward Sandy and he stood up. Walking out the door, he commended "Let's go see if Orion has a snack for something." Sandy followed quickly.

Orion didn't disappoint. Jack's snack included cookies and cake (which Sandy loved). Jack didn't look like he was slowing down. His milk was drunk every sixth cookie (yes, Sandy counted). Orion would always show up with a plate full of piping hot cookies as soon as Jack and Sandy finished the other. After the third plate, Sandy gave up and just drank his milk.

After the tenth plate, Orion didn't show up again and Jack sighed. "He won't bring me anymore because it will 'spoil my appetite'. Manny said I could eat three hundred cookies and still have room for dinner." Sandy smiled and nodded.

"Can I ask you something?" Jack asked, cradling his milk. Sandy nodded. "What was Manny like to you?" Sandy swallowed and sighed. He was very distant. North - the jolly one - he was Manny's first son. Manny had been the perfect father, allowing him to go get married to another at an early age, to party and everything. He'd even come visit us almost every week. Then, something changed.

I guess that was when you had came along. Manny stopped coming over every week and it was just a few weeks. Then a few months, then only Christmas and Easter. And even then he didn't really seem to be here. He'd always be somewhere else and he'd be gone in the morning. We'd mail his presents to him; but it just wasn't the same. Soon after a few years, he stopped coming altogether. Sandy shrugged and Jack swallowed, hard. "Did you like him? Was he a good person?"

A good person? He was the best person I'd ever seen! He'd pick me up and throw me in the air. North was another thing. He'd make so many toys so Manny could observe and give details. He'd always craved Manny's approval, and Manny gave it without doubt. Sandy signed, his eyes lighting up in a smile. "Manny was a real joy," Jack murmured, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup.

"He'd never get angry at me unless I wasn't trying." Jack explained, his heart thumping harder in his chest. "I'd get maybe a B- in school and he'd start in this whole big thing about how I shouldn't throw away my life." Jack smiled stiffly, and he pushed his cup away.

"C'mon. Let's go somewhere." Jack stood up and Sandy followed suit.

"I don't know, North. Maybe just push the line farther? We don't want to die just yet." Tooth said, studying the little toy soldiers in line. North glanced at it and waved his hand. The soldiers jumped, scurried, and ran to a different position. "HOLD," one cried in a tiny voice and the soldiers all stopped and paused.

"If we send half of them to the trees to be shooters, then we'd have the element of surprise." Bunnymund said and sprinkled a bit of magic so the soldiers were split and half went into the trees. "Let us see if the game is in our favor." North said before hissing "Now."

The soldiers began their slow march toward their enemies; and the enemies charged. The soldiers' swords flashed and gleamed as they sliced through enemies left and right. The shooters in the trees were picking them off but often shot their own people. Eventually, the last bluecoat soldier fell and North sighed. "That never works," he murmured to himself before resetting the game.

Sandy suddenly appeared at his elbow. "Yes, hello Sandy," North mumbled, his eyes widening as he studied the game and moved his soldiers to a place. "Maybe that would work," Tooth said, pulling her multicolored hair up into a bun with a rubber band. (She'll regret it later; but right now it's all she's got handy).

Studying the game with interest, Sandy gave the soldiers in the trees bows and arrows. "Oh, why didn't we think of that!" Bunny groaned. "We always need a little bit of Wisdom," North remarked. Sandy shrugged before sitting down and flipping through a book he'd found in the library.

The soldiers marched; Tooth felt excited; North felt confident; Bunny felt like an idiot; and Sandy did not expect that twist in the book.

TA-DA Done! Now you may kill me!