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Yet another cursed meme redraw

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Digital art :0 (sry for the random color blocks, it wouldn't upload on my computer so I just had to take a picture of my screen :/)

No explanation needed

Sneak peak at what I'm working on >:3 (song is Thank you and Goodnight Hazbin Hotel)

Late night Hunter Angst hehehe-

Hunter as a dragon ref page!

[Lyrics to Problems by Mother Mother]

Started as pure fluff, turned into half fluff half angst. Still love how it turned out tho ^^

Speepy boi

A couple headcanons to go along with it-

Luz introduced sleeping masks to Hunter in the human realm, and they help him sleep when he can't on his own

Luz custom made him this facemask and thought it was hilarious. He didn't think so, but still wears it

"The Rattlesnake and the Cactus"

(Full page and close-ups under cut)

Happy mermay!

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎... 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛....

Baby Hunter and baby Willow as dragons :3

Day 1 of June of Doom: Help me: fetal position (tw blood, self blaming, and subtle s/h)

Hunter couldn't think straight. With the thoughts flooding his mind, the scratches across his body stinging like needles in his skin. It took all of his pathetic willpower to stop himself from letting the tears flow.

All he wanted was to help. That's all he ever wanted. He wanted Belos to love him, to praise him, most of all he wanted to be useful. And believe me he tried. But today had been different. He hadn't expected his trip to Eclipse Lake to be so successful with so little recognition.

When he had returned with the key, battered and coated in abomination goop, he expected his uncle to be proud, to be happy! Even if he did go against his wishes, he had gotten such a vital thing for the portal Belos was struggling to complete! Even if some of the titan's blood had leaked, it might still be enough! But he was terribly wrong.

The moment Hunter burst into Belos's portal room he felt the mood shift. His hopeful thoughts quickly faded with how Belos wiped around to look at him. Walking up hopefully he had explained the situation, that he had found titan's blood! Belos snatched the key out of his hands, causing the kid to flinch harshly. "Go. Now." The emperor hissed coldly. Hunter opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it at the nasty glare Belos was giving him. With that, he had bowed slightly, than quickly fled back to his room.

And now, curled up here in the fetal position, he wondered why he ever thought this was a good idea. He had directly gone against Belos's orders. Even though he was trying to help, he was still in the wrong. This was his fault, the feeling of shame and uselessness. He had to try harder. He had to follow the orders given. It didn't matter what he thought about the matter. He was failing.

Hunter dug his nails into his leg, shutting his eyes tightly a couple tears rolling down his cheek. Why couldn't he be useful? He just... needed to be better. He curled up tighter on himself, the cold breeze from his open window sending chills up his spine but he refused to pull his blanket up on him. He didn't deserve that kind of comfort. Hunter's thoughts continued around like this in never ending torture until his consciousness started to fade, leaving wake to terrible nightmares and more insomnia than he already had.

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Day two June of Doom: "Who did this to you?" (Alternative prompt) (tw blood, abuse)

"Please uncle, j-just, I promise I can help! If I can just know what exactly it is maybe..." Hunter stepped a bit closer to Belos, his expression desperate in stark contrast to his uncles peeved one. Hunter cautiously reached a hand up to touch the streak of muck across Belos's face. He hadn't told him not to, so he assumed it was okay. It wasn't.

Once his hand made very gentle contact with the much, he suddenly felt a sharp pain cut through his face and neck. Hunter staggered back, eyes wide and panicked as he touched a hand to the right side of his jaw. When he pulled it away blood coated his hand, the violent deep red color make his stomach flip.

Belos's hand, which had turned into a scythe made of that foul muck, receded back into him. "I told you, again and again Hunter. I will not accept wild magic as the solution. You will never ask again, understood? You will never ask again! Got it boy?!" Belos snarled, face twisted in anger and annoyance.

Hunter felt like he couldn't breathe. The deep cut went from the center of his neck up across the side of his jaw to the center of his cheek. He weakly nodded. "I-im s-sorry i-" he was cut off with a shove backwards. "I don't need your apologies. I need you to follow your orders, Hunter. I know you understand. I'm just trying to keep you safe. A good reminder should do just that. Your dismissed." Belos said coldly, with a swish of his cloak the emperor turned around to go back to his throne.

Hunter bowed slightly, trembling everywhere with his vision darkened at the edges. *I'll do better... made a mistake... I can do better... promise...* his mind rambled but nothing he could put into a coherent sentence. So with that he stood, shaking, and left, placing his mask back over his face.

Walking through the halls at a brisk pace, he ignored the stares for the crimson blood staining his cloak and gloves. He felt his legs starting to give out, sending waves of panic through his adrenaline filled head. Then he felt a firm gloved hand on his shoulder.

Hunter looked up, met with Darius's gaze. Oh no. He was just going to taunt him and that's not what he needed, he needed to get back to a healer and- "Golden guard? Earth to Golden Guard?" Darius squeezed his shoulder slightly. Darius looked... concerned? Why would he care about him? Then he felt a hand on the edge of his mask, and before he knew it Darius had pulled his mask off, his face of mild concern shifting to shock. Hunter had blood streaming from his neck and cheek, tears dotting his eyes. No no no, Darius couldn't see him like this, he couldn't he-

"Little prince.... who did this to you..." Darius said softly. All Hunter could remember was darkness surging through his vision, everything tilting sideways before nothing.

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June of Doom day three: Well, well, well... (hiding) (tw manipulation, violence, abuse)

Run. Don't stop. Stop for a moment, and he'll catch you. That was all that ran through Hunter's mind as he dashed down the seemingly endless halls. He could hear faint chirping but it was so distant it got drowned out by the hammering in his head and the blood rushing through his ears.

Hunter could see distantly a turn in the hall. Maybe an escape? He had thought he knew this palace like the back of his hand, but these halls seemed twisted, unfamiliar. He skidded to a stop to turn. But one stop was one two many. The turn in the hall was blocked, by one piercing blue eye and a stare cold and dead as ever.

Hunter staggered back with a started yelp, covering his mouth to muffle the scream threatening to escape his mouth. *no no no hes gone he's dead! There's no way, theres-* his panicked train of thoughts was cut off by a cold hand tilting his chin upward. Hunter tried to step back again but was met with a wall behind him, pressing himself against it trying to get as far away from Belos as possible.

"My dear Hunter... why have you done this to me..." Belos murmered with false regret and sadness. Hunter was trembling, the chirping in his ear getting a bit louder. He couldn't gain the nerves to speak. "I always wanted what was best for you... but I guess some people are just born evil, aren't they?" Belos purred, that wretched mask covering the maniacal smirk on the emperors face.

"Y-your not real! Your gone!" Hunter squeeked in a much less dignified tone than he meant to. Belos simply chuckled in response, grabbing Hunter by the collar of the shirt. "Well, well, well... the grimwalker has a voice does he?" Belos hissed. Only one eye visible where a crack went through the emperors mask, but one cold blue eye was enough to send chills up Hunter's spine.

Hunter frantically claws at Belos's hands, needing to get away, to escape. But Belos didn't soften his grip. Something chirped in the boys ear. "Wake up..." it was faint. Faint enough he thought he imagined it. "Trust me... I'm completely real my dear. And I'm coming for you and your friends. You might as well say goodbye to them now." Belos sneered.

"No! No, your made up!" Hunter half-yelled but his voice felt scratchy and hoarse. "Your dead!" Hunter choked out. Belos gave a shrug. "Can't reason with crazy." He chuckled, before his open hand shifted into a vicious scythe, and all Hunter could feel was a sharp pain jolt out from his chest, than darkness.

An overwhelming darkness. Hunter tried opening his eyes. One sweet brown eye looked back with concern. Flapjack chirped worriedly as Hunter had sat up in a cold sweat panting for air. Why did that nightmare feel so /real/? Flapjack gently tugged at the noodle of hair on Hunter's head, chirping softly. "Calm breathe, Hunter," the bird trilled quietly. "Safe in human realm. Belos gone."

Hunter gently pet the bird on the head, trying to calm his shaking and fast breathe. He ran a hand through his shorter hair, glancing out the window at the night sky. Then he carefully pressed his forehead against the cardinals own fluffy head.

"Thank you..."

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June of Doom day 4: Does that hurt? (Impalement) (tw blood and injury)

Hunter was only about eight years old when he started training with the other scouts. Emperors coven scouts were required to be at least thirteen before being allowed to train in the coven, but Hunter had always been an exception. "It's the Titan's will" Belos always said. He was simply destined for great things, and needed a bit of a headstart on his training.

Surprisingly the young boy managed to keep his own bearings in training. He didn't want to let his uncle down, he wanted to be the best Golden Guard ever! No, the best future ruler the Boiling Isles had ever seen!

While the kid had a bit of an ego and an attitude, the other kids were more concerned than annoyed most the times. It was clear his little body, no matter how he tried, struggled to keep up. And today was just a perfect example of this.

Today the scouts-in-training were sent off into the broken forest to collect some of the lost palisman from inside. It was sort a trial, to see if they could move up to more serious training. The group was filled with tension on the way there, fear of the rumored "bat queen" who supposedly resided in there.

And they only had two trained scouts with them, to intervene if needed. In quite the contrast, Hunter was excited for this mission. A chance to help out his uncle and prove himself! The young eight year old tapped his foot on the airship impatiently until it landed with a soft thud.

The group of trainees got out. Each one was supposed to collect one palisman each in order to move up to the next level of training. Easy! Hunter was the great child prodigy, Belos's nephew! He could do this.

They all spread out through the forest. Much to the little boy's annoyance one of the two trained coven scouts followed after him. He recognized the scout as one of the more recent ones to graduate to being a full scout. What was his name again? Ah, yes, Steve, that was his name.

"You don't have to follow me, I got this!" He squeeked with annoyance at the older coven scout, who simply shook his head. "It's just a precaution" he said slowly as if to help Hunter understand that. He wasn't that stupid!

Hunter caught sight of movement in the corner of his eye, so he carefully slipped away while Steve wasn't watching and slid into the overgrown parts of the forest. This area was much harder to navigate, having to climb over vines and be sure no loose branches caught onto his cloak.

He saw it again, something moving around. Hunter ducked low to hide a bit, staying still so he could locate the creature. A blue chameleon... oh! An interlock on one of its feet, a palisman! Excitement surged through the eight year old. He braced himself before diving forward and grabbing the palisman, the squeeked in protest.

"Gotcha!" Hunter sneered. Then he heard the sound of many branches snapping, and a loud thud behind him. His ears folded back nervously and he slowly turned around. He was met with the sight of a giant bat creature, at least ten foot tall, staring at him with glowing eyes and a snarl across its face.

His blood ran cold at the sight. The bat queen, t-this was the Bat Queen! Hunter held onto the palisman a bit tighter, but then the Bat Queen lunged forward, sharp claws outstretched to attack. Hunter couldn't help but scream in terror, dropping the palisman and turning on his heel and sprinting as fast as his little legs could carry him as adrenaline surged through his veins.

He could hear limbs snapping behind him, the Bat Queen hurtling after him. Hunter ran as fast as he could, branches tearing through his cloak. And suddenly he was hurtling down a hill. Hunter had ran right off the edge of a very slick slope and had tripped. The Bat Queen stopped her pursue, and left.

He tumbled down the slope, unable to stop as his body was thrown down the hill. He couldn't help but let out another scream as a particularly sharp branch stabbed right through his arm, ubruptly jerking him to a stop. Panicked surged through him as he saw the branch had gone right through his arm, coated in his blood. If he had been a bit to the right that would've gone through his chest.

By now he was screaming for help, his superior attitude gone and replaced with a child in pain and needing help. His breathing was really fast and he could feel his own blood seeping out from the wound. He had to do something, he couldn't just sit here and bleed out! He bit down hard on his tongue and tried to pull his arm out from the jagged branch.

A choked sob escaped him when the branch wouldn't come out, caught like a fish on a hook. This only made him bleeding more. Titan was he going to die here!? He frantically tried to pull away from the branch, panicking bad and crying.

"Stop moving!" A voice said firmly, concern rooted in each word. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Stay still, please" Steve said. Hunter's mask was just gone, lost in his tumble down the mountain. Steve's mask was pulled up a bit so Hunter could see the worry on his face.

Hunter obediently stopped moving, softly crying. Steve gently grabbed his arm that was stuck through the tree and pulled it back a bit to get it unstuck from the barb-like offshoot on it before pulling his arm off from the branch. Blood flooded out, a bloody hole in his arm.

Steve held the kid still, grabbing bandages from inside his cloaks pocket and wrapping it around the wound in a weak attempt to stop the bleeding. Blood seeped through the bandages, but it seemed to be slowing down now. "Does that hurt?" Steve asked, tilting Hunter's chin up gently to look at him. The boy looked so small... scared...

Hunter nodded slightly. Steve had to wrap the bandage pretty tight in order to stop the bleeding, so he assumed it may hurt a bit. Nothing in comparison to the literal hole in his arm, but the bandage should suffice until they could get him back.

Steve than carefully picked Hunter up. The child didn't protest like normal, just clinging to the guard's cloak and burying his face in his chest. "You'll be fine... let's just get you back to the palace." Steve said with surprising softness, starting the trek back out from the woods. It only set in a bit later that Hunter had failed his mission... it wouldn't happen again...

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Day 6 June of Doom: They don't care about you (abandoned and flinch) (tw blood, betrayl, panic attack implied)

"What did you do... to our family?! It wasn't wild magic, was it?" Hunter choked out, the words catching in his throat. This was a dream. It had to be. Some sick, twisted joke. When he woke up, it would all be okay again, right!?

Looking through these twisted memories, his faith in his uncle slowly folding in on itself until it collapsed as he saw the shattered masks of the former Golden Guards. Of his family. Why... why did he lie!? This couldn't be right. His uncle was the good guy! Luz couldn't be right... not this time...

Belos flicked the strand of hair that always hung in front of Hunter's face, causing him to flinch and tear up a bit at the corners of his eyes. "How unfortunate. Out of all the grimwalkers you looked the most like him." Belos said sadly, his voice icy cold.

Hunter shook his head slightly, feeling his heart jump up his throat and his breathe quicken. "What?" Hunter managed to murmer before feeling himself being dragged downwards into the sandy floor. He felt his knees sink in, than his waist, and he was hardly able to register what was happening. "Your gonna be okay, your gonna..." Luz murmered as Hunter clung to her jacket for dear life. But then he was gone, dragged into the floor.

All Hunter knew was he felt like he was falling. He never really landed though, just eternally stuck twisting and turning in the air and trying to grab hold of anything he could. Then he hit the floor with a thud, taking the wind out of him. After a moment of looking around panickedly he sat up. Where was he?

There was golden masks everywhere and his stomach did an uncomfortable flip at the metallic smell of blood that singed the air. He pushed himself to stand, trying to stay as calm as possible and find an exit. There was rooted walls around the decently large area like the roots of trees woven together to block him, and whoever else unfortunate enough to end up down here. As he walked around he stopped when something cracked as he stepped. He lifted his foot, a shattered golden guard mask under his foot, half destroyed and singed with blood.

Some masks hung from chains that seemed to come from nowhere. He had to get back up to Luz, he had to save her, he had to escape this nightmare! But how? He frantically looked around before his eyes landed on Luz's jacket. He ran over there, picking it up and finding glyphs inside. Maybe he could use it to get back up!

Hunter's mind felt eerily numb from shock, adrenaline the only thing keeping him from realizing the true weight of what had just happened and who he truly was. He pulled out a glyph with a diamond in the middle and other markings, before hesitantly pressing it to the floor. A yelp escaped him as an ice platform burst out under him and raised up at least twenty feet. This... this could work.

He swiftly continued this process until he could see the murky area he had fallen through. He could hear Luz and Belos talking, Luz's tone highly concerning him. Hunter poked his head up from the ground. "No. *Your* evil." Luz hissed, tears in her eyes. Belos shrugged, eyes like daggers. "Can't reason with crazy." He said coldly. Panic spiked through Hunter when he saw Belos's arm shift into a scythe and launched it straight at Luz. In a rush of adrenaline he shoved a ton of similar looking glyphs onto the floor around him, which created a wall of vines that blocked the scythe and dragged him upwards with them.

"Luz!" He called out, dropping back to the floor. "Hunter!" Luz said with relief. "We have to go." She said with panic, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to where the walkie talkie had been dropped, not giving him any time to think. Hunter looked desperately into the eyes of Belos, searching for any, *any* sign of remorse, regret, care in his "uncle's" eyes. But he was met with a cold stare, and in that moment he realized this wasn't a nightmare.

Luz collapsed next to the walkie, grabbing it frantically. "Now! Please now!" She called out, Hunter crouched down next to her when the two were bathed in light and any traces of Belos's cold, demented mind disappeared.

The unusual sight of the Owl House appeared around him as he was sat down on the floor, looking downwards as his mind suddenly started working overtime, leaving no room for rationality. "Don't crowd them! Are you two alright?" The familiar voice of Eda said gently to him and Luz. Hunter didn't hear her however. Flapjack gently landed on his shoulder, chirping with concern.

Than realization hit. He couldn't go back. This wasn't a dream. Belos really was using him. He wanted him dead. He never cared. He was a grimwalker, a demented myth that shouldn't exist. A despenseble copy. "He-he knows" he muttered panickedly, adrenaline surging through his body, his breathe quick and his heartbeat pounding in his ears. "He knows I was in there!" He yiped. Hunter pushed himself to stand shakily, his mind feeling overwhelmed. It felt like his cloak was trying to choke him, tight around his neck, a reminder he was just a sick puppet. Everything was a lie. This couldn't be real.

"Kid, breathe" Eda tried to coax him to calm down, reaching out a hand. He flinched away, tugging at his cloak around his neck before getting it off and throwing it to the floor. Breathing was so Titan damned hard. His whole life was just a sick lie. He wasn't even a real witch.

It was all too much. Without a second look back he suddenly charged out the door, tears trailing down his cheeks as he ran. Luz's voice echoed behind him, but he didn't know what she said. He kept running until he physically couldn't, and broke down sobbing in the middle of nowhere.

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Day 7 June of Doom: What Happened? (Stumbling) (tw panic attack, identity crisis)

This had to be a nightmare... this couldn't be real. But that way Belos had looked at him, the branches snapping under his feet, the underbrush snapping at his legs and tearing holes in his pants. This wasn't a dream. This was all too real. All Hunter could do was run. Run as far as he could. His legs stung and ached, and he was struggling to breathe.

Eventually he couldn't run anymore, stumbling to a stop before collapsing onto the floor. He was crouched down on the muddy ground, breathing heavily. Everything was fuzzy and he felt so light headed and overwhelmed. Belos he... he never cared... all these years... all the people he hurt, *killed* for that man...

Everything was a lie. He had never given two shits about Hunter. He was just a replaceable puppet, something once Belos was done playing with he could cast away without another thought. Hunter felt sobs wracking his body, hot tears running down his face. He could feel Flapjack nuzzling against his neck, trying to get him to calm down, and while he appreciated it it only helped a little. Not enough to stop his hyperventilation and the tears running down his face.

He had no meaning. He wasn't some important "Golden Guard", just a replaceable pawn. Hunter wasn't even a *witch*, just some monster that shouldn't exist, just like the basilisks hidden in the deepest cells of the palace. He couldn't even go back to that palace. Belos knew he was in there. He would kill the boy the moment he got back, that was fully what he had intended to do back in his mind. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, nothing to-

"Breathe, little prince." A voice said, and Hunter felt a hand on his shoulder that gently pressed him down to be sitting. "Breathe with me, yeah?" Darius said in a voice Hunter hardly recognized from his usually mocking voice. Hunter looked up slightly, tears still running down his cheeks, still shaking a ton.

Then he felt arms wrap around him, and he came to the realization Darius had hugged him. He felt Darius's breathing, felt his heartbeat. Hunter let out a choked sob, burying his face into Darius's shoulder. It was hard to steady his breathing, but the sound of Darius's heartbeat was weirdly grounding, and once the boy could think straight he started trying to match his breathing to Darius's.

Darius gently rubbed the boys back, a look of concern on his face. How long had it been since Hunter had ran from the Owl House? How long had it been since his life came crashing down on him? He had no idea. He just stayed in Darius's firm embrace, his panic subsiding into fear and guilt. Then Hunter hugged back, sniffling quietly, never wanting to move from the new embrace.

Never wanting to face the truth.

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Day 8 June of Doom: This is your last chance (drowning) (tw death, drowning, body horror, sUicide(?))

No, no no no! Hunter frantically tried to claw his way through the mounds of mud eating away at his mind, but no matter what he couldn't free himself. Like he was trapped in how own mind, forced to watch as he hurts his friends. He felt the pain throughout his body like a thousand fire bees stinging him all at once, like a slitherbeast tearing him open and eating him from the inside. Hunter could feel the mucky trendels digging their way under his skin, slithering through his veins and wrapping their way around his galdorstone heart.

But he could say nothing. Do nothing. Just suffer in this husk of himself, watching in horror and Belos's control forced him to launch Vee backwards with one of his now terribly distorted arms. He watched through a lens of blue as Flapjack allowed Luz to use him, and his sister launched herself at Hunter before wrapping the boy in a tight hug.

"I know you can hear me! Fight, him, off!" Luz pleaded. Hunter tried to struggle against the goop again but it just tightened its grip amount his skin, around his mitchmatched organs from being a grimwalker. Posessed Hunter threw Luz off him almost into the water, causing Hunter to try even harder to regain control of his mind again and escape this mucky prison of horror and pain.

Then he saw Flapjack. Pecking around the twisted horns on his head that dug into his skull, tweeting frantically in a frail attempt to help. Hunter pleaded the stupid bird would get away, before Belos could do anything with Hunter's body to hurt the bird. But it was too late. He watched in utter horror through those tinted blue eyes as he grabbed Flapjack tightly, prompting a pained squeek from the poor bird.

"You wouldn't want me hurting your precious palisman, would you?" He hissed in that demented half Belos half Hunter voice. "Oh wait. I don't care, what you want. Goodbye Evelyn." He said coldly, before his fist tightened around the palisman and a terrible cracking sound of Palistrome wood cracking and snapping echoed across the clearing.

No. He just... Belos just... with an extra strong push through the muck Hunter regained partial control, fighting against himself and letting the poor bird go who weakly glided over to Luz. Hunter could feel the goop eating at his skin like acid, any part the terrible muck claimed burning like a thousand fairy bites.

Hunter fought ferociously against Belos's control, run by sorrow and fury at Belos for everything he's done, all the *people* he has hurt. He needed to end this, once and for all. This was his last chance. Once the boy had regained control, it took more willpower than he normally had. But he persisted. He had to end this. Even if it killed himself in the process.

"You know what I'd like Belos?" Hunter hissed through gritted teeth, taking a shuddering step forward towards the edge of the water. "I'd like to leave the Emperor's coven, a-and never step foot in that throne room again! I'd like to study wild magic and carve palisman. I'd like to attend Hexside, as a regular student, and play flyer derby with my friends!" Hunter shouted, stumbling forward and falling to his knees at the edge of the water, his control over his own body starting to flicker again. He grabbed the titans blood vial in his trembling hand.

"But most of all, I'd like to make sure you never, hurt anyone, again!" He snarled, hurling the titans blood into the water in front of him. Hunter was immediately shoved out of control painfully, Belos's rage easily taking back over as he bellowed "No!"

Hunter knew he couldn't swim. That was proven when Luz had tried to bring the hexsquad to the "pool" and Hunter had almost drowned, thank Titan Willow was there. Hunter also knew Belos would go after the titans blood, no matter what. This was the only way he could finish this, once and for all. Kill Belos, and take himself out in the process.

Belos, still in full control of Hunter's body, lunged forward and dove into the water. Then he sunk. Then he felt water fill his stonesleeper lungs. His vision darkened at the edges, and if he did regain any control at all it didn't matter. Hunter only had one thought before everything plunged into darkness, and he finished his final mission.

Im ready.

@juneofdoom