HELLO CHILDREN OF FANFICTION!

I say that, but most of you guys are probably older...

Anyways, glad to be back. I had a free lesson so I decided to try and get as much written as possible. In the next 20 minutes.

Reviews for the last chapter. I have to thank MugetsuPipefox so much for letting me borrow their characters. I couldn't have done this without their generosity.

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Random Reader: Let's agree to disagree, my friend. We both have our own opinions. You believe it's the fault of both of them, I think it's mostly the Guardians. But at the end of the day, we're both stubborn, so let's leave it there. Enjoy the chapter, and then your day. At the end of it, you are right in your own way.

If you guys want a sequel, let me know and I'll try my best, otherwise, that's the end of the Frosted.

Enjoy!

Jack laughed as the snowball hit his head. Jamie cheered, high-fiving each his friends.

They had been trying to hit Jack for the past 3 hours, and only just succeeded.

Jack gave a fake roar and pounced at Jamie, tickling him viciously. Jamie laughed and tired to push Jack off, but to no avail. The Guardian of Fun and Winter was much stronger than him.

Jamie's friends quickly came to his rescue, laughing as they pushed Jack off and began tickling him in retaliation.

Between his peals of laughter, Jack noticed a Nightmare staring at him.

"Guys!" He laughed. "Guys! I need to go!"

The kids groaned. "Can't you tell him you'll go later?" Caleb moaned as he got off the ground.

"Sorry, but if I want to live to see tomorrow, then I need to go now." Jack replied. The Burgess Seven grumbled unhappily, but all quickly hugged him, before leaving. Jamie was last and held on longest.

When Jack noticed tears flowing down Jamie's face he kneeled down. "Hey, hey! He won't do anything to me."

"That's not what I'm worried about." Jamie sniffed into his hoodie. "Are you sure you can't get the Fearling out?"

Jack shook his head. Despite the incident being a month ago, Jamie constantly worried the Fearling, that now permanently resided within him, would fully take over him.

The boy had had a fair share of Nightmares, which Pitch and Sandy had tried to stop. To no avail. The kid was getting better now. He only cried because he cared.

Jack had decided, however, that enough was enough.

"Kiddo, look at me." The Bennett child did so. "Nothing will happen, as long as I keep going to visit him. I'll be fine."

Jamie nodded, wiping his eyes. "Sorry for being such a baby."

"Trust me, Jamie. It doesn't matter how old you get, you'll always be a baby compared to me."

Jamie laughed and hugged Jack once more, before letting him go.

Jack found the Nightmare, restlessly waiting. It snorted and head butted him.

"Oi, Oi!" Jack exclaimed. "Calm down. Moon, you're as impatient as Pitch!"

The Nightmare made a sound akin to a grumpy huff which made Jack laugh, as he climbed on to it. In a flash, he was off through the woods. He gripped the mane tightly with one hand and his staff tight in the other.

They dashed past the Burgess Lake and quickly arrived at Pitch's layer. However, as Jack knew, the ride didn't stop there. The horse jumped directly down the entrance and finally came to a stop by the Globe.

"Took you long enough." Pitch said, emerging from the shadows. Jack grinned and leaned on his staff.

"Aww! You missed me already?"

Pitch snorted and Jack laughed at how he sounded exactly like the Nightmare. "Of course not! You were only here last week."

He gestured Jack to follow, which he did with practiced ease, slinging his staff over his shoulder.

They walked into a room that was much more homey compared to the stone walls and cages of the main layer. It looked akin to a human living room, and no matter how much Pitch denied it, that is what Jack had now dubbed it: Pitch's living room.

As they had done about 3 times before, Jack lay his staff on the table and lay himself down on the sofa. He closed his eyes and Pitch sat down on the chair opposite the sofa.

"How long do we need to do this?" Jack moaned.

"Until the Fearling is extremely weak." Pitch replied, knowing exactly what Jack was going to say next.

"But that will never happen!" Jack grumbled, shuffling around.

"I know! Now lay still!"

Jack sighed and reluctantly complied with the request. He took a deep breath and entered what Pitch liked to call his Spirit World.

Jack opened his eyes and found himself standing in an expanse of glimmering clouds. He sucked in his breath. Despite the sheer beauty of the place, Jack knew it contained something horrible.

The whispers, which Jack had come to ignore over the past few weeks grew strong, the words stinging.

'Why fight, Jack?' The whispers asked.

'Why cause more suffering to yourself?'

'They don't want to help you, Jack.'

'They want to lock away your potential.'

'Lock you away from the world.'

'I care, Jack.'

'I want to help you, Jack.'

'Listen to me.'

'Listen and show them that you cannot be locked away.'

"Shut UP!" Jack screamed. "You don't want to help me!"

'That's what they want you to believe, Jack.'

"Focus, Jack!"

That wasn't the Fearling. That was Pitch admonishing him.

Just as he couldn't see the Fearling, he couldn't see Pitch. However, it was obvious he was displeased.

"It is your mind! Don't let the Fearling control it!"

Jack took a deep breath and began to walk down the glittering path that lay at his feet.

The unrelenting Fearling hissed eagerly as it appeared that Jack was coming towards it.

'Yesss... Come, Jack...'

Jack followed the voice and found a large shadow desperately trying to grab him.

'Come closer, little spirit. '

'Let me help you.'

The Winter Spirit ignored it and imagined the shadow, being sealed up in a box. As the image formed in his mind, it began to happen.

The Fearling shrieked loudly as it was forced inside the steel box.

'You're making a mistake, Jack.'

"No!" Jack shouted as he focused on the box closing the Fearling away. "My only mistake was believing YOU!"

With a yell from Jack, the box sealed itself, the Fearling pounding against the sides in vain.

"Well done, Jack. It shouldn't be able to es-"

But Pitch's praise was cut off by the shattering of the steel box. Jack dived to the ground, covering his face as shards of metal scattered. The Fearling grew, it's shapeless form cackling as the young spirit coward beneath it.

'So young.' It tutted. 'So naïve.'

Jack crawled away in Fear as it came closer and closer. However, a wall suddenly appeared behind him, trapping him. He looked up, sweat glistening on his forehead.

'It doesn't matter if you willingly join me or I force you, Jack.' The Fearling leered at him. 'I will win. You need me. Without me, you'd still be invisible.'

"You're wrong!" The answer came back so strong, it startled the Fearling into moving away from the youngest Guardian. Jack's eyes flashed as he recalled all he had been through.

Being walked through.

Jamie seeing him, and Fearing him.

Decades of solitude.

But behind that pain was so much more.

The fun he had with his little sister as a human.

The smiles of children when he made snow days.

His happiness at when Jamie defended him from the Guardian's negligence, despite the fact that he had previously tried to hurt the boy.

"I know, in my heart, that even if I didn't accept the offer, if you didn't possess me, I would still get believers." Jack snarled. "I don't need you."

With a yell of fury, Jack swung his staff. The blast froze the Fearling in place.

There was silence.

"I think that should do it." Pitch said.

Jack glared at the frozen Fearling. It resembled nothing, but at the same time, it was like everything he feared. His ice powers, the loneliness of the dark.

"I'm outta here." The boy mumbled, letting himself drift back into the real world.

As he lifted himself off the couch, he noticed Pitch staring at him.

"What?!" Jack snapped, unable to help it. His head was pounding after using his powers inside his head. It felt a bit like a brain freeze.

"Calm down." Pitch told him. "I was just surprised you managed to use your powers inside your own head."

Jack sighed, then smiled. "Well, now that that's done, we can go to the Pole."

Pitch looked slightly terrified.

"What's wrong?" Jack jested. "Can't handle a small party?"

"I have no clue what you are talking about, Frost."

Pitch gestured to a nearby shadow that would transport them both to the Pole. Jack raced through and gasped as confetti blasted in his face.

"Surprise!" Jack looked to the Guardians with a funny look.

"It's not a surprise." Jack told them, grinning. "I've known about my Guardianship party for weeks!"

Bunny ruffled his hair. "We didn't know what else to say."

Jack swatted the paws away. "Cut it out! You're messing up my hair!"

"It's already messed up!" Aster laughed. He paused. "Like you."

"You wanna go, Kangaroo!?" Jack grinned. The Winter Spirit took after the Pooka around the room. Pitch and North both shook their heads, Tooth was yelling for the boys to calm down and for Bunny to act his age, and Sandy was silently laughing.

The boys tired soon, and they all gathered around a cake that the yetis bought in. It was shaped like the Guardians logo, but looked like it was made of ice.

Everyone cheered as Jack blew out the candles.

"What did you wish for?" North asked.

Tooth gasped. "North! You can't ask that! If he tells you, it won't come true!"

"It's fine, Tooth." Jack reassured her. "I didn't wish for anything anyway." Jack settled into his chair, contentedly. "After all, I already have everything I could want."

Sandy laughed and used his sand to make the shape of sap dripping from a tree. "Don't get sappy on us now!" He warned.

Jack grinned. "Not planning to."

Celebrations continued long into the night. No one noticed the figure, just outside the door.

Laughter and shouting was clear through the walls, warming up the icy landscape. The man smiled.

He made a mistake. He would never make it again.

"Welcome to the family, Jack."

And with that, Manny left for the Monn, knowing that Jack finally had a family.