Hey Loves! So I felt like there weren't enough Pitch!Redemption fics (or at least any that I could find...) out there so I decided to write my own! Also, there will be MAJOR SPOILERS (obviously) for the excellent film but also for the very brilliant books 'Guardians of Childhood' series written by William Joyce (WHICH YOU ALL SHOULD READ EVEN THOUGH IT'S A CHILDREN'S BOOK SERIES! It's very beautiful and quite exceptional and where I drew a great deal of inspiration from. Anyway, here we go! Hope you enjoy!

~DotB

They're all gathered here with heckled nerves because the Man in the Moon wanted them here for some strange reason as they wait with trickling anticipation in the poles conservatory; waiting for an answer. Jack, being the newest Guardian, was frustrated with his own inexperience and anxious to see what the one who had chosen him, all of them, had to discuss with them.

"What did he say North?"

"Nothing, he just told me to gather everyone here for when it was time." Frost shook himself and sighed with discontent looking to the sky, chatting away to himself in the way that he was used to.

"How bad could it be right? How bad could it be…" Toothiana spun in tight circles to cater to all of tiny fairies, sending out arrangements and orders of collection in a hurried voice many of them had a tough time following as she quickly sent them away in case MiM suddenly decided to show. She didn't want to appear rude like that and as with all of them she trained her eyes to the nighttime sky, busying with looking at the stars and hunting for constellations to make sure that they were all in their proper place, as if she could correct them if they weren't.

Even Sandy was on edge, unable to properly shape any of the sun lightened dust he was known for with his jittery hands, he couldn't concentrate long enough either; his thoughts ran everywhere as he sipped from his cup of eggnog an atrocious amount of times as he soon picked up his seventh dosage. Even the wise Bunnymund was tapping his foot in rapid succession as if he suddenly believed he could communicate morse code all the way from the pole and back to his warren. North soon started his pacing across the floor with his hands behind his back so as to stop himself from attempting to make new toys out of habit but blindly with his eyes upward, and that just wouldn't make do for anything he'd be pulling off this year so he quit while he was ahead.

Then to the sights of their sore eyes as the moon was in perfect position it gave off it's ringing glow of the tell tale sign. They smiled and fidgeted trying not to look as half crazed and nervous as they were, welcoming and open as all warriors should be and quick to business as they cleared space for the moon beams.

"Is he…?"

"No, he can't be."

"I think he is."

Carefully the trails of softened light made their way to the panel with their emblem and pushed gently down, letting the rugged crystal reveal itself to it's shattered glimmer along the walls of the conservatory and the faces of their friends.

"…He's choosing a new Guardian..."

"But-…"

The newly chosen Guardian slowly grew as it was illuminated for all eyes to see who it was to be; it was horribly ironic for the iconic figure to be illuminated in the moonlight, but there was no denying who it was.

"Oh hell no."