June Of Doom Day Three: Well, Well, Well... (hiding) (tw Manipulation, Violence, Abuse)

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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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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