Jack Scarecrow
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Jack sighed, ignoring Brigh’s ramblings about commies and Jane’s about beasts. A Christmas special? Now? If it had been a Halloween special, maybe he’d enjoy it. But no, guess Halloween wasn’t important enough.

He looked around. Where the heck were they? Ok, sure, they were in the north pole, obviously, but WHERE in the north pole? There were no landmarks to be seen. Just white, white, and more white. No indication of where to go. Then again, did they ever? Whatever demented force was behind all this always made sure they got to where they wanted them. Why start now?

Hefting up his cross, Jack began to slowly walk off in some random direction. Jane and Brigh’s talking stopped when they noticed Jack walking away.

“Where are you going?” Jane called out. Jack stopped and looked back.

“Where we need to go,” he simply replied.

“And what makes you think it’s that way?” Drake spoke up snarkily.

“You got any better ideas?” Drake thought for a moment before letting out an annoyed grunt. Jack was right. It was better than simply standing there. Slowly, the party began to move, following the corpse scarecrow. After all, the creators wouldn’t let them get lost in the middle of nowhere, right?

~4 days later~

“OH COME ON!!” Jack cried out, “WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYTHING!?” Let it be known. Never test the creators. We’re right, royal pricks.

Jack groaned and slumped to his knees, barely supporting himself with his cross. The scarecrow was tempted to simply lay down and let this constant blizzard bury him, when…

“I see something!” Brigh yelled out. All heads followed her pointed hand to see what appeared to be lit up buildings in the distance.

“Finally! Shelter!” Meiya yelled out, starting to run for the buildings, Drake not too far behind. The dragoon was getting sick of the cold.

“You did it!” Jane cried out, hugging Jack tightly before following the rest of the ground towards the light, leaving a stunned Jack in the snow.