Welcome to the first chapter of "The Ultimate Ultimatum". This idea was given to me by guest reviewer Iloveanimals on my other fanfic that goes by the name 'My Kit'. Feel free to check it out.

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He had been a Guardian for five years.

They disappeared three years ago.

He looked for a year, but never found them.

Belief was dropping.

He stepped in.

He took over.

Belief was at an all time high.

But he was at an all time low.

He remembered the day he lost what he only just received.

"I've told ya time an' time again, Frostbite! Ya don't wanna race a rabbit!"

"There's a rabbit here!? Where!? All I see is a grey Kangaroo!"

"Why ya little...!"

"Boys! Behave! This is a meeting! Not a play date!"

"Sorry, Tooth."

"What he said. I apologise, Sheila."

Bunny and Jack bashfully fell into their allocated seats, while Tooth sighed and shook her head at their childlessness. Sandy and North laughed loudly (or silently) at the exchange.

It was one of their bi-monthly meetings and somehow they had went from 'Christmas-is-better-than-Easter' to intense banter between Jack and Aster. None of them really minded. The meetings really had no purpose other than to bring them together to spend some quality time with each other.

They were about to continue the 'meeting' when the ground shook beneath them. A roar entered the room via the window that was always left open for Jack so he could come and go as he pleased. They rushed over and a few metres from the the workshop was a mass of black sand, in the shape of horses. They were closing in fast.

"Hahahaha! I've been waiting for this moment for so long." Sandy turned around and silently gasped, before he was quickly dragged into the shadows. By the time everyone else had turned, he was long gone.

"Sandy!" North's voice boomed across the seemingly empty room in search of his old friend, with no such luck. However, they did find someone who would most definitely know of the golden man's location.

"Pitch! What have you done with Sandy?" Cried Tooth.

"Well, that isn't a nice tone of voice, my dear, sweet, Toothiana!"

"Don't call me that!" She exclaimed, angry tears in her eyes.

"Referring to your question, Sanderson is just over at my new place. I was just being hospitable. Although, he might be lonely at the moment, so I thought you lot might want to come along."

"Get lost ya scheming ratbag, and bring Sandy back!" Bunny had his boomerangs in his head, ready to fling them at the Boogieman.

"No." He swung his arms in North's direction. Nightmare sand coiled around him, but no matter how hard the remaining Guardians tried, they couldn't free their unofficial leader. The sand dispersed, but North had vanished. "Ahh. I'm sure the two are much happier now. Would any of you care to join them?"

"Never!" Yelled the three remaining Guardians simultaneously. Tooth flew up, ready to beat Pitch up, Bunny flung his boomerangs which were immediately followed by his egg bombs, and Jack ran forward, charging his energy to propel at Pitch.

The Boogieman used this as an opportunity to shadow the Pooka away. Tooth turned when she noticed the sand rushing towards Bunnymund, and this was more then enough time for Pitch. Jack saw the sand flying towards Tooth and tried to freeze it or cut the flow off, but it still made its way to Tooth, leaving Jack to face Pitch alone.

"Hmmm. You know what. I won't take you."

"Why!?" taunted Jack. "Scared I'll set your own nightmares on yourself, again!?"

Pitch shadowed himself behind Jack. "I'm just fixing the mistake the Man in the Moon made!" He disappeared but Jack knew he was still there.

Turning slowly, he shouted, "What mistake!?"

He heard a small chuckle coming from above and saw Pitch on top of the Globe of Belief. "Jack, Jack, Jack! You were meant to spend eternity alone! The only reason he made you a Guardian was to do two things. One, to stop you from continuously complaining whenever you saw him and two, they were just using you to get rid of me." He vanished again and reappeared behind the spirit, squeezing Jack's shoulders.

"No! You...you're lying!" He spun around to find Pitch was at the window, backed by the millions of Nightmares.

"Oh we both know I'm not! But don't worry. You won't see the Guardians again, so you can go back to being exactly what you were before. Alone."

And with that, all the Nightmares disappeared with Pitch Black, leaving Jack all by himself.

Jack Frost shook his head. He had no time to think of that horrific day. He had work to do. The Guardian got out of bed and made his way to the Island of Sleepy Sands and got himself a huge sack of Dreamsand. He towed it, all the way to Asia, placing it in the middle of the palace were the Tooth Boxes were kept.

"Alright ladies!" He called, immediately and effectively halting all of the mini-fairies. "Remember to spread the sand to EVERY home, not just the ones with the teeth!" They squeaked to show they had heard him and then immediately got back to work.

Jack rubbed his forever aching temple then flew in the direction of the Australian Outback.

Within the hour, he had reached the Warren and carefully began planting some new flowers that were to be used to paint the eggs, come Easter. It took him a good 3 hours to complete that. He quickly flew about, watering all of the original flowers then he flew, through one of the tunnels, which lead directly to the North Pole.

Another 5 minutes of flying and he was surrounded by a bunch of yetis waving papers that needed signing or approval. Jack groaned loudly. They were even worse then last Christmas!

Phil heard the Winter Spirit's distress and pushed his way to the front, gathering the forms from his fellow workers. He bellowed st them to get lost in Yeti-ish and before Jack knew it, he was alone with Phil.

"Thanks, buddy."

Phil grumbled a question to Jack. If he had been asking 3 years ago, Jack wouldn't have had a clue what he was saying, but since the Guardians had vanished, he had studied the languages so he could understand the mini-fairies and the yetis.

"Are you alright, Jack?"

Jack sighed and his stiff posture sagged. "No. It's the third Christmas since they...they were taken. And the search yetis can't find anything."

The search yetis, were a specialised group of yetis, who, unlike the others, spent their time looking for the missing Guardians.

Before Jack or Phil could say anything more, a yeti in a red jacket bursted in and was shouting with excitement. It was the leader of the search yetis.

"We think we've found the Guardians!"