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He couldn't see properly, his vision blurred from tears as he dashed through the forest surrounding the Owl House.
“I tell him ‘The Titan has big plans for you’, and he does what he’s told.”
“Out of all the Grimwalkers, you look the most like him.”
“I was really expecting him to last longer than the others.”
Hunter's legs gave out, falling to his knees, hyperventilating. His breathing was uneven, never enough to satisfy. He raised his hands to his face slowly, seeing how much they were shaking.
Toughen up , he thought to himself, putting his hands on the ground. You’re the Golden Guard, you are not supposed to act so childishly!
“No,” he muttered. “No, no, no!”
He wasn’t the Golden Guard. There was never a Golden Guard. Everything was-is just a fake, a fraud.
No, he isn’t the Golden Guard.
He isn’t even Hunter.
He isn’t anyone.
He isn’t even alive. He’s nothing, he’s just some thing that the Emporer made. A replacement for the others.
And who many others are there? There had to have been at least fifteen masks in that hall, and there could be hundreds, there could be thousands more, each suffering a different fate then the last.
He isn’t real.
He isn’t real, he isn’t real, he isnt real, he isnt real im not real imnotrealimnotreal imnotrealimnotreal-
He temporarily snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing gentle chirps. He looked up to see the blurry figure of a small red bird.
Flapjack.
Hunter held both his hands out, letting Flapjack land on them. It was a miracle the palisman didn’t fall right off.
He tried to calm his breathing, as he didn’t want the small animal to see him like this. He tried to stop his whining, stop the tears, at the very least make his face stop ugly crying, but his face only grew hotter, the hole in his chest getting heavier. His knees couldn’t hold his weight anymore as he fell to the ground, curling in on himself.
He laid there for a good ten minutes, sobbing as he tried to process what had happened as well as calm himself down.
“Shut up,” He growled. “You’re acting like a helpless child!”
But that’s all you are, aren’t you? Helpless. Pathetic.
He finally realized Flapjack wasn’t there anymore.
He left you too.
He chuckled darkly to himself. Maybe he finally found a better witch to be with, finally taking his advice from Eclipse Lake.
The palace, the owl house, Hexside…
where am i supposed to go now..?