So…this is a personal writing challenge for me… I wanted to see if I could write a BunnymundxOC story without the OC coming off as a Mary-Sue… I really hope I succeeded…

Also going through some major writers' block right now... This is the only thing I can write at the moment... For some odd reason...

Warnings: language, sarcasm, some… stuff later on, methinks…

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the concept of Christina/Ash Wednesday…

Sir Isaac Newton's Second Law of Motion: the acceleration of an object is dependent upon two variables - the net force acting upon the object and the mass of the object. The acceleration of an object depends directly upon the net force acting upon the object, and inversely upon the mass of the object. As the force acting upon an object is increased, the acceleration of the object is increased. As the mass of an object is increased, the acceleration of the object is decreased.

Christina, or Ash Wednesday as she was called now, could remember and recite the second law of motion like it was written on the back of her hand. It probably had to do with how she had died five years ago in a rather nasty accident. Christy had crossed the street to get to her art history class, but instead was hit by a truck going about 40 miles over the speed limit. It was cruel irony in both the fact that her death consisted of a Physics Law she could never remember when she took science class as well as the fact that it was a Dodge truck that had shattered her ribcage into millions of tiny pieces. She honestly believed that her death was payback for never leaving any tips for the cashiers in coffee shops. The last things she could remember from that crash were the horrible pain in her side where the car had hit her, the hot asphalt on her cheek as she slid across the street, the blood pooling in the back of her throat, and the cold, heavy darkness that quickly replaced the warm, sunny day that was typical in Texas. It wasn't until later that night that the moon pulled her out of the cold room of the hospital morgue, gave her the title Ash Wednesday and went off to God-knows-where. He left her alone and confused in a familiar yet odd world to fend for herself where no one saw her and passed through her like she was some kind of ghost. And thus started her new life as the spirit of a church holiday she hadn't celebrated three years prior to her untimely demise...

…it didn't help that she was turned into some large bunny, either… a white bunny with black splotch-like spots and a cross-looking mark on her forehead… Her only accessories were a silver chain with several crosses on her neck and a thin black hoodie with the Guns n Roses album cover on the back that doubled as her 'Linus blanket'. The upside to the sudden change in species was the fact that she had a much thinner, more athletic figure now, as well as the sudden disappearance of her childhood asthma. She could now run for a longer period of time, and her overall body strength increased ever-so-slightly. It distracted her from the fact that shaving her legs would be a total nightmare (though Christy never planned on shaving, anyways).

It took her more than four months to walk and run properly due to the fact that her hands and feet were now paws and… back paws. Her whole anatomy was off to her, which threw off the little balance she'd had when she was human. The books she had read when she snuck into the library helped her a lot when it came to her health and new vegan-ish diet, as much as she yearned for some old-fashioned barbeque pork ribs and tacos de alambre. It took her a whole year to understand the scientifically-impossible tunnels she could create and morph them to take her where she wanted. Everything was so new to her, so odd… Half the things the new Pooka found out she could do freaked the hell out of her. It wasn't until Christy had accidentally made a tunnel to Napa Valley, California that she realized how amazing they were. She spent an entire week there, picking grapes from the vineyards and reminiscing how she promised to take her mother there back when she was alive. She had grown to love this new power of hers. With tunnels at her disposal, she could go wherever she damn well pleased, like at the moment, where she was leaning against a tree in Aokigahara, Japan.

She sighed sadly, running a black paw through the fur on the back of her neck. Christy never understood why a part of her was so drawn to places of death, though if she had to guess, she'd say it had to do with her title. After all, 'ashes to ashes and dust to dust' was the motto that came with her title. The Pooka could sit for hours in a cemetery; her favorite had to be the one in Hollywood because of its nice weather and the fact that she always found a spirit or two with an interesting story. Christy also found herself meditating in such places as well. Just the other day, she had spent a whole hour in the catacombs of France listening to the spirits that roamed there. Today she had felt a sudden tug towards the infamous Suicide Woods for some reason, so she mustered up a tunnel and proceeded to spend a couple of hours in the dark forest. Feeling a soft breeze blow past her muzzle, she closed her eyes and leaned back, clearing her mind of all thoughts. As clear as a bell, the spirit could hear the whispers of regret swirl around the forest. Disembodied voices tended to drift in random places, she had learned. As she went deeper into her meditation, a heavy feeling of despair and sorrow made her feel like a 100-pound weight was being set on her chest. Her windpipe constricted as she found it harder and harder to breath. The fur on her arms stood on end, and her left ear twitched out of habit. The sound of beating wings snapped her out of the dreaded meditation, and her airways cleared up again. Christy's brown eyes opened to find a tooth fairy staring at her curiously. She arched a brow and stared at the hummingbird-like creature in front of her, who was carrying some sort of envelope.

"May I help you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible. Meditations like that always left her shaky and out of breath, but she was snapped out of it before she went any deeper. The fairy squeaked nervously as she handed her the cream-colored envelope before settling down on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes but opened it; she was used to having dogs lay on her when she was human. Her eyes skimmed through the card she had pulled out quickly; she felt the fairy grip onto the silver chain on her neck in fear. She closed the card, adjusting the cross on the chain before getting up. The fairy got off her shoulder and hovered in front of her again.

"You want me to go to this meeting?" She asked, crossing her arms. The fairy squeaked and nodded.

"A meeting that's going to happen in five minutes?" Nod.

"…You'reserious?" another nod. Christy sighed.

"Fine…" the fairy clapped her tiny hands in delight before fluttering over and landing on her head.

"You may want to hang on tight…" Christy muttered before tapping her paw on the ground.

Before her untimely, ironic death, Christy had a love for the kitchen. She would always look at new recipes to try out, especially desserts. Watching Food Network even once got one addicted to it, and for a good two years, she had watched many cooking shows, read many of their magazines, and knew various rules and regulations a good cook should follow. So when Christy caught a glimpse of a yeti looking at a carton of heavy cream in confusion, she couldn't help but worry over what disaster he was going to create. Glancing over at the Guardians that were conversing amongst themselves, she decided to quietly get up and walked into the kitchen where the yeti was.

"So…what'cha makin'?" She asked, giving the yeti a polite smile. He looked up at her before pointing at the picture of whipped cream on the carton. She arched a brow.

"You wanna make whipped cream, you say?" He nodded and made a positive-sounding grunt. She bit her lip.

"Well… what you want to do is get a metal mixing bowl and the whisk attachment for the mixer and stick it in the freezer for about fifteen minutes… then when you put everything all together you ease it to the highest setting..." he nodded, taking in the information. She continued. "Just be careful and keep an eye on it, because if you over mix it, it'll turn watery again… Once soft peaks form, you stop it." The yeti grunted in thanks before taking the bowl and mixer attachment to the freezer. Feeling her stomach rumble in hunger, she walked over to the fridge and opened it.

"Hey, you wouldn't mind if I got myself a snack, would you?" The yeti shook his head and motioned her to go on ahead. She smiled and thanked him before grabbing a cucumber and a lime. After washing and peeling the vegetable, she sliced it and threw it in a bowl before tossing them in lime juice and salt. Christy carefully made her way back to the table, where the guardians were still in their conversation. 'Good,' she thought to herself as she picked up a cucumber slice, 'they didn't notice I left…' Without another thought, she brought it up to her mouth and took a bite. She hummed happily; it tasted just as she remembered. Christy leaned back and ate a few more, watching the others talk and yetis and elves scurrying about the table setting up for what she believed to be either a late lunch or an early dinner.

"And that is where you come into the picture, Ash Wednesday!" Her head shot up at the sound of her title, licking her lips nervously when she noticed the guardians, specifically North, staring at her. She cleared her throat.

"You can call me Christy; Ash Wednesday sounds more like a stage name… for a Gothic Stripper…"She muttered as she resumed snacking. Jack Frost couldn't help but snort at the comment. North cleared his throat and continued.

"Yes, well, Christy… What do you think?" She stopped mid-chew and arched a brow.

"Think about what?"

"About dilemma?" She blinked before swallowing the cucumber she had in her mouth.

"You mean the dilemma of that elf over there having distinct marital problems and taking it out on his coworkers?" Christy asked, pointing to a very angry elf yelling gibberish at another, "Or the dilemma of the Sandman needing to go home because he's drunk?" she finished, pointing at a severely intoxicated Guardian of Dreams passed out on the table. "Because I think those two need some counseling and The Sandman may need an intervention…" North's face fell, despite the rather loud laughter coming from the winter spirit.

"No, Christy… I mean to say…" He sighed, rubbing his temples with his hand. "Never mind… We just eat, yes?" A collected murmur of 'yes' echoed from the table, and soon enough, dinner was served and everyone had a dish especially made for them. Since she was a vegan due to her change in species, she had been given a large helping of leafy greens and vegetables. She narrowed her eyes as she poked the spinach leaves with her fork.

"I'm allergic to spinach… Anyone want it?" She asked as she scrunched up her pink nose in annoyance. Jack looked up from his plate and arched a brow.

"Seriously? You're allergic to spinach?" He asked while smirking. "You sure you're not just trying to get out of eating it?"

"Yes, I'm serious… I was allergic to it when I was human and I'm allergic to it now…" she replied. Jack still looked unconvinced.

"But…. You stated earlier when we talked to you that it changed some of your physical health, like taking away your childhood asthma and strengthening your bones…" He muttered as he took a spoonful of rice and ate it.

"I guess this one stuck… Spinach was the first food I tried eating after my transformation, and I got this nasty rash all over my stomach and my arms… It was a disaster. Like, you know how in some zombie make up the skin looks all, like, bubbly and red and it's all severely sunburnt-"

"Stop talkin' about zombies before I lose my lunch!" Christy glared at Bunnymund, who had interrupted her rather morbid description.

"Whatever…" She muttered as she pushed the salad into a hungry Jack's plate, "Not my fault you're a pussy…" She added quietly, ignoring the glare she received from the gray Pooka. The rest of dinner went by rather peacefully, with a few conversations popping up here and there. Christy would only comment a few times, mostly when they directly questioned her on some things. Once the table had been cleared of the dishes, North looked over at Christy and smiled.

"I apologize for not doing this sooner. Either way, I welcome you to your new life! We all wish you best of luck!" She quirked a smile before getting out of her chair.

"Yeah, thanks… Um… I'm… Gonna head out now, okay?" Before she could take another step, Tooth was already hovering in front of her.

"Oh, but deary, aren't you going to stay for a while?" She asked, pouting a bit. Christy bit her lip and shook her head.

"No… I… I gotta get home…" She muttered.

"Why?"

"Well, I was in a rather warm place before I got over here, and if I don't get home soon, then the sudden change in climate will-"Feeling something warm drip down her face, Christy sighed in annoyance as everyone looked on in horror.

"…give me a bloody nose…"

So...thoughts on this?