A/N: Hi there, sorry about being late on the update. The fall semester is coming to an end and there are new classes to register come spring. Anyway, I wanted to just update this because a lot of people favor this story from both here and especially at deviantart. Thanks for the support you guys and I hope you like this chapter. Sorry its short but it was the best I could come up with from all that's been happening.

"I think you're overreacting."

"You don't say— Ack!"

The winter spirit and fairy watched as the seven foot rabbit (how exactly tall do Pooka's grow, by the way?) picked himself off the floor once again, having gone through a series of falls. At first Jack thought it was because the rabbit was still weak and not well enough to walk on his own but the rabbit seemed fine. Yet, it was a strange sight...

It was like the Pooka wasn't right in his own skin.

After trying and failing to calm the creature on his attempts to escape from the "crazy house", as he puts it, Jack wondered how much trouble he would get if he just went ahead and froze the rabbit's feet to the ground. After all, North wanted to talk to the Pooka once he awoke and the jerk wasn't hearing any of it, too busy showing himself out the door.

"Okay, I know as strange as it sounds to your big ears, we're actually good guys." Jack said with a hint of irritation on his face, beginning to lose his patience with the taller creature. "We're trying to help you, believe it or not."

"Well," the two Guardians perked up at the sound of the Pooka's southern drawl. "You can help me by getting me outta here because I can't seem to walk straight for five seconds, dammit!"

Demanding much?

Meanwhile, the Pooka glared at his own ginormous feet before his dark eyes trailed to his paws, wondering and pondering on why in the world he was a rabbit of all things. It was strange, like he had put on a shirt that didn't fit too well with his figure, except there was no way to remove the shirt. Feeling quite silly, especially in front of the two people following him, the rabbit crouched to the floor until he was on all fours.

"Hey, are you alright?" the hummingbird-woman asked, showing genuine concern for him that he felt guilty for his sass-mouthing from earlier.

"Uh, just, just give me a second here..." he muttered under his breath, staring at the red carpeted floor ahead of him.

And then he hopped.

No tripping, no embarrassing face-plants on the floor, and no more slow-pace walking. Yes, it was ridiculous to be hopping, but it was better than walking on thin, big feet!

'Okay, I can do this!' he thought to himself with confidence growing with every hop forward.

The more he hopped, the faster he went, and it had gotten him a bit more curious... just how fast could he go? A little eager to put the new skill to use, every hop turned into a lunge that outstretched his limbs further and further until he was feeling air whipping past his face. He could hear his two companions keeping up and he looked over his shoulders to see the fairy and the teenager flying after him.

"Hey! Wait up!"

The rabbit couldn't help but want to test out just how fast they could keep up with him, and he really wanted to get away from the so-called Tooth Fairy and the white-haired boy with the stupid shepard stick. Putting more power to his hind legs, the rabbit picked up his speed and the world started to a blur a little.

"WATCH OUT!" his ears had caught from behind.

By the time he noticed, it was too late. He couldn't stop the scream from escaping him when he saw a group of the big, round creatures from earlier in the way. Without thinking, he leaped high in the air, and completely avoided the startled group of furry giants—

—and came in the direct path of a little flying airplane. He let out a short yell before one wing from the plane crashed against his chest, making him lose his breath. He clung to the wing, wheezing and sucking in the lost air, before he made eye-contact with some little creature.

The thing was staring at him, bug-eyed and surprised, before the creature's frown turned into a happy, sharp-teeth grin. He probably would've smiled back if it hadn't been for the fact that when it smiled it gave off the strong resemblance of a little gremlin. Those things were scary as hell!

Letting out another scream, the rabbit accidentally lost hold of the wing and went falling down, down from the high levels of the bizarre workshop. Thinking that he would become nothing but a pancake when he reached the ground floor of the building, the rabbit panicked and stretched his limbs out once again. The action saved him when his paw caught the edge of a big, tube-like object.

Quickly, the rabbit climbed up and into, what he thought at the time, into a safe dark hole with no bottom. Praying under his breath for the tube to find safer ground, the rabbit let out a soft sigh of relief when the cylinder object seemed to have touched ground floor... But the relief soon turned to confusion when the cylinder tube shifted and pointed sideways.

"H-hey! What the hell is goin' on—Oof!" the rabbit coughed when something was pushed down on his head and pushing him further back into the tube. "HEY! I'M IN HERE!"

Suddenly, the rabbit's ears perked up at a noise from outside the tube; a matchstick. A sinking feeling began to grow from within the tall creature, and panic seized him once more when he realized where he was and what was about to happen if he didn't get himself out of the tube. With new found strength, the rabbit pushed back against the things blocking him and popped his head out of the tube.

And just as he feared, he was indeed inside a cannon. What's worse, more of those gremlin creatures were just cheering and jumping around that they were about to kill him. The little bastards!

And the fuse to the cannon just went out.

"Oh no..." he whimpered to himself.

BOOOOMMM!

"OH, MY GOD!" the overly-tall rabbit shouted as he flew too high towards the ceiling from the blast.

He screamed all the way down when the blast of the canon finally gave away to gravity, the poor giant rabbit beginning to plummet down and down into the lower levels of the colossal factory. His fear of death was put to a stop when his body collided against thousands of colorful ribbons that shot of nowhere, therefore flowing his fall.

The ribbons tangled and wrapped around his lanky body, and after finally coming through the forest of ribbons, the rabbit found himself spinning around like some sort of lively yo yo. The fast spinning made nausea coil around his stomach until he was jerked to a halt by the very ribbon.

"Oh Lord, just let me die peacefully." he groaned pathetically as he hung in the air, trapped by the single ribbon while riddled with ridiculous decorations on the flight down.

Suddenly, the long dark ears twitched alive and the freckled creature furrowed his brows from the reaction. Soon enough, his ears caught something...

Small, wide length of height, and moving quite possible fast in this direction...

He didn't have anymore time to analyze the bizarre set of information because he caught himself letting out a yelp when he was suddenly cut loose from his dreadful bindings. He panicked at first because he was certain this was the fall to his death, but found himself colliding with a pile of empty boxes that softened his fall. The rabbit awkwardly picked himself up and once again found his ears twitching from that sound.

Looking up, his eyes finally caught the source of the sound.

'Is that a boomerang...?'

He watched the spinning item make a wide arc before returning to once it had come from, and his dark eyes followed the trail until the boomerang was finally halted from its spinning by an open, waiting palm.

Or rather, a paw.

His bewildered state grew more when he took in the sight of the other being; another giant rabbit.

His pelt shade looking a gray or dull blue color, his underbelly being a large patch of white with a puffy chest, and dark floral tattoos decorated on the rabbits shoulders and forehead. He also wore some sort of brown leather strap that come to one side of his shoulder to the opposite side of his hip, leather gauntlets on the forearms and leather string tied around the hind legs...

"Uh, hi?" he offered awkwardly when things were just too quiet between them.

And suddenly, the other rabbit was closing the gap between them. The closer the geared-up rabbit came, the more the darker one noticed how smaller the other was.

The young pooka winced when the hairs on his chest was gripped tightly from the others clutching paws. He wanted to fight back, and he would have, if he hadn't been still tangled with the ribbons. He was then forced to stare down at the shorter rabbit, and he was surprised at what he saw. Such rage burned like fire in those unmerciful emerald eyes.

"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU?!" camethe gray-blue rabbit's demand.

The outburst shocked the taller pooka into silence. His silence would cost him. He let out a yelp when the other rabbit gave him a violent shake, and the pulling on his fur made it sting even more.

"Ow! What are you doing?! Let me go!"

Finally put into motion, the tall pooka gave the gray-blue creature a good kick in the mid-section and it thankfully loosened his hold on the fur of his chest. The tattooed rabbit gave a wheeze from the powerful kick and nearly crumpled to the floor, had he not been caught by a blur of blue and white.

"Bunny!" the boy with the shepard stick swooped in and caught the boomerang-wielding rabbit's arms. "Hey, are you alright?"

"Get offa me!" the rabbit shook the boy off and his eyes once again focused on the retreating figure.

"Bunny, stop!" another voice boomed and the freckled rabbit turned his head, only to gape at the rotund figure the approaching person.

"Who are you people?!" came the freckled rabbit's shocked demand.

The large man in red with both arms tattooed "Naughty" and "Nice" actually stopped from his trek towards the unstable-looking gray-blue rabbit and gave a short, barking laughter.

"We are the Guardians, of course!"

Like hell that answered anything!

"My name is Nikolai St. North, Davajtye poznakomimsya! You've already met Jack and Toothy, and obviously, Bunnymund."

The taller of the two pookas couldn't help but turn a wide-eyed look to the glaring creature that was being held back by the teen, joined by the hummingbird-woman.

"It seems we have a lot to talk about, da?" the white-bearded man said as he gave the freckled rabbit a pointed stare at his tied-up being.

Yes. It did seem they had a lot to talk about.