Jack Frost~

"So, we ready to do this? Catch the uncatchable?" Frost asked.

"Waiting on you." Jack cracked his fingers. "I think I'll go old school for this one."

He reverted back to his original snowman form, spreading his arms in a mock hug.

"I'm not sure which one is more creepy." Frost said. "From behind or the front!" He laughed.

"You know, I bet Junior doesn't like it when you insult daddy. Isn't that right?"

Frost jumped up onto the roof and looked down to see no snowball's sliding around. He glared down at the cackling snowman, hoping his stare would melt him.

"That was fucking priceless! Oh god I can't breath! I need CPR!" He fell into the snow, laughing his slush off.

Frost flew down and with one good swipe, took the snowman's head off. His smirk widened when he saw Jack was trying to figure out where his head went.

"What the hell? My head was screwed on tighter than stocking on a stripper!" Jack said. "Wait... Oh you sneaky son of a bitch." He chuckled.

With the small victory, Jack screwed his head back on and began the trek towards Sugarcube Corner.

Nearly every building was dark, all except for the remains of the tree house/library set on fire earlier that night. The only thing left were the smoldering embers casting an orange glow around the snow.

"You'd think one of them would have seen the fire. Not to mention the explosion." Jack said looking around the quiet streets. "These ponies are weird..."

"Yes. Yes they are." Frost agreed, looking around in the dark.

"Sspt!"

Both of the Jack Frost's stopped and looked at each other momentarily.

"You just say something?" Jack asked.

"No. Did you?"Frost asked.

"Uh-uh." Jack shook his head, looking around. "Uh, anyone out there?" He asked casually.

"Sspt!" The noise repeated.

"There it was again!" Frost said. "Alright, you've had your fun whoever you are, now come out."

"Guys!"

Both of them jumped and spun around to see nothing. They looked at each other again before shrugging it off.

"Guys! In here! Hurry!" Pinkie whispered loudly, leaning out from Sugarcube Corner's door. "Hurry!" She insisted.

They both stared at the mare, finally blinking slowly, they both rubbed their eyes. When they opened them, she was gone.

"Guess it was just a dream." Jack said.

"Hurry!" Pinkie said pushing them both inside.

"What the hell!" Jack yelled. "Wha-where-how!?" He sputtered, looking back at the door and then her. "How the hell did you do that!?"

"Shh! You need to be quite! It's still here..." She said quietly.

"What's still here?" Frost asked.

"The ghost! It burned Twilight's home down! I saw it myself! It even took Twilight and Spike!" She said, tears clearly shown on her furry cheeks.

Jack and Frost exchanged looks of bewilderment, seemingly think the same thing.

'How was she the only one that noticed it?'

"Uh, Pinkie..." Frost began, locking the door. "It wasn't a ghost that did that..." He sighed.

"T-Than what was it? I-I didn't see anypony leave." She said, sniffling.

"That's probably because a pony didn't do it." Jack said, menacingly.

"T-Then that means..." Her eyes widened in realization. "It was you! You snuck into her home after she wanted to take tests and you knew she knew what you were made of and you were afraid she would find a way to stop you! I couldn't believe my new friends were the killers! I should have listened to the author and now you two are going to kill me!"

Jack and Frost looked at her in amazement, curiosity, shock, confusion and pride.

"What. The. Hell?" Jack said slowly. "I think I've got a head ache." He rubbed his temples.

"Oh, I have just the thing for that!" Pinkie said, both of them looked at her and saw her mane flattened, her eyes were pinpricks and she had a disheveled smile.

"H-hey, did it just get colder?" Jack said. "I feel a bit nippy. And I'm made of snow."

"Let Pinkamena fix that head ache..." She pulled out a large machine with a funnel in the bottom. "With a little shaved ice!"

"What is that?" Frost asked, looking at the machine before noticing the words. "I suddenly don't like where this is going..."

She grabbed his head, knocking his coal eyes and carrot nose off before throwing it into the funnel. She plugged it in and he began to yell, shavings coming out from below and into a cone.

"You know what they say," she said, spurting some lemon flavoring into the mix. "Don't eat yellow snow."

"That's my line!" Jack yelled. "Frost! Stop this thing!"

"I'm not sure I want to do that. This is quite enjoyable." He chuckled.

A metal scraping was heard, he looked at Pinkamena sharpening two knives. He swiped at the cord and cut the plug at the out-let.

Frost melted down and refroze outside the machine, his head now a yellow blob.

"You just made the most pissed off snow cone on the planet!" He yelled.

She broke out of her trance and jumped out of the way as they lunged at her.

They collided int he air, making a mess of snow and feathers. She jumped away, smiling, as she bounded into the kitchen. They untangled themselves and followed her.

Jack saw her open the oven and jump inside. He nodded towards the oven and Frost grinned.

"I think I know the perfect thing for the holiday's..." Jack said.

"Cookies?" Frost asked. Jack nodded and turned on the oven while Frost held the door closed.

As they laughed, it died down before it was quiet. They shared worried glances at each other before Jack cleared his throat.

"Hey, uh, Pinkie? You alive in there?"

Not even a single scream or kick was made.

"Pinkie? Are you dead?" Frost asked. He opened the oven and both of their eyes widened. "B-But... How!?"

"How what?"

They both jumped and saw the pink mare, sitting on her haunches on top of the counter.

"B-But you!" Jack said, looking back at the oven. "I saw you jump in! Why aren't you crispy!"

"Silly!" She giggled. "I'm Pinkie Pie!" She sucked in a gulp of air and blew out.

They covered themselves as a wall of confetti was shot at them. Jack shot an ice spike out and hit it dead center. When they looked, their eyes widened.

A confetti blower was sitting in front of them.

"For fuck's sake!" Jack yelled. "How is she doing this?"

"I don't know..." Frost muttered, gingerly poking the machine. "I think we may have bitten off more than we can chew here."

"Oh no! She knows what we did! She'll tell the others! It'll be back to chair for you and I'll be sent back into a ditch! We're going to catch her." He growled. "If it's the last thing we do. Got it?" He poked him once in the chest.

Frost looked out of the corner oh his eye and saw Pinkie staring out from behind the doorway. He narrowed his eyes before charging.

She stood perfectly still in front of the doorway, smiling. He was about to hit her when he smacked into a layer of plastic-wrap. He swiped every which way, he heard her cry out momentarily. He stopped and saw a bit of red on one of his talons.

Jack swept past him, chasing her throughout the room.

She jumped and slid under every table, counter, display and even going through the deserts to get away. He slid through them all, arms outstretched. He stopped momentarily when she pulled out four plunger-heads from her mane and then he slid slightly into a wall when he saw her start to run on the ceiling.

"Come down!" He yelled.

"No!" She blew a raspberry at him. "I don't wanna!"

"Get down here!"

"No!"

Before she could react, Frost grabbed her from behind in a jump. She wiggled out before hitting the floor, landing on him instead. She hit him in the beak once before smashing a cake on his head and running off.

He laid there, head resting on his talon as he tapped the others across the floor. He looked up questioningly at Jack.

"Well, unless I run into another wall of plastic-wrap and clip her again, we don't have much of a chance at catching her."

"Well, why don't we split up? You take down here, and I'll take upstairs."

"There's a basement you know." He sighed. "She could just appear down there while were searching above."

"Damn. Well, it looks like were both going in. Get ready and watch you back."

"We both know quite well that won't help." Frost rolled his eyes. "But," he sighed. "What other choice do we have?"

Jack went up the stairs first, trailing water in front of Frost. The griffon gave a grunt of annoyance but continued on. When they reached the top, Jack stopped.

"Keep going, we mustn't let her escape though a window!"

"I'm keeping watch for a second." He stared out into the hallway before moving up. He stopped when a scribbling was heard. "You hear that?"

Frost listened and nodded.

"You... Hear... That?" Pinkie said, scribbling down notes. "Thanks for the escape plan by the way! By!"

They looked up in time to see Pinkie hanging from alight by her tail. She jumped off and went running down the hall and into a room.

"Go after her!" Frost yelled as he pushed Jack out of the way.

They both chased after her, going through the same door and seeing her jump out a window. Jack smiled and jumped down into the snowy street, Frost taking flight above him.

Pinkie ran as fast as her little lungs could support her, the wind stung her oversized eyes as they remained locked on the world in front of her. The world went by in slow motion as she ran along; she could see every crack, pebble, snowflake and shadow. Including the one growing smaller in front of her.

She stopped and swiped at Frost's with an oversized mallet, sending him into a snowdrift. He shook it off as she began to run again.

"Come on! Come on! I know where the police station is!" She said to herself, jogging in place, wincing slightly as the cut on her side was bent or rubbed against her.

"Not so fast cream-puff!" Jack yelled.

She turned and saw Jack sliding swiftly towards her, Frost above him. Jack melted down and refroze in his more humanoid form. His green eyes boring into her with fury and malicious joy.

She began to run again, seeing the station's light's in view.

She was thrown off course when an ice spike erupted from the ground. She began running again and found more trying to spear her.

The light's were in view now, the sight bringing happy tears to her eyes. Her vision blurred and she reached the steps. The enraged gasps of the two killers audible as the silence over-took them all.

Just as her hoof touched the knob, Junior jumped out from a small mound of snow and bit into her neck. Sending them both wrestling in the snow.

She peeled off the snowballing, while it held part of her esophagus in it's mouth. She could only open and close her mouth, blood dripping out from the corners as she stumbled getting up.

She shakily made her way up the steps and collapsed at the door. Jack and Frost staring in amazement at Junior.

"Junior, your definitely getting desert now. Come on," Jack said, cleaning the bloody snow and taking the body. "Let's go home."

"Frosty, Junior sorry. Junior no bite. Peace?"

Frost looked down at the snowballing, seeing no I'll intention in the little coal's, he nodded with a smile.

"Hey Junior, want to ride home on my back? Even your father can't let you fly without throwing you. What'd you say?"

Junior looked at Jack, he gave a nod and Junior climbed onto Frost's back. Giggling as Frost took to the air slowly. He went in circles above Jack as they went home.