I Saw A Picture Of An Orange Kitten With A Sign Behind It. The Sign Said, "Julius, Pure Of Heart. Dumb

I saw a picture of an orange kitten with a sign behind it. The sign said, "Julius, pure of heart. Dumb of ass."

My first thought was, "If that doesn't fit John Dory I don't know what does".

Bad Batch Afterlife? Hunter

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no multiple voices that sounded almost identical. CLONES!

Instantly your mind jumped to Hunter, with his warm eyes and advanced senses always ready to protect his squad. Hurrying through the mass of bodies you started asking about him by describing his signature bandana and facial tattoo. Then that smoky voice came over your shoulder, "Y/N?"

Spinning quickly in place you see him, and immediately run to him hitting his chest hard enough to make him stumble slightly, "Hunter!" Pressing your face against his neck, "Your here."

His arms wrapped securely around you before you heard his voice say, "I've got you." And in that moment you knew that you were safe. Feeling him pull away slightly, "Lets get you out of the open."

You were still pressed against his side in not quite a hug, but not daring to fully let him as he lead you down the twisting hallways to a door, opening it to show an apartment. Closing the door securely behind the two of you, the arm around your waist bringing you to a bedroom. Your knees give out from under you and you sit on the bed hard, before looking up to see him digging though some drawers for something. Pulling out some sweatpants and a T-shirt he brought it over to the bed and set them next to you. "I'll be in the living room if you need me," he reassures you before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

A smile breaks over your face as you quickly stand up to change. Of course he would make sure you would have clothes you feel comfortable in before talking about everything that had happened. Hunter was just kind and thoughtful like that.

When you emerged after changing he was standing at the stove with a boiling pot and turned to see you. He froze, watching you before you speak, "Hunter?"

Shaking his head once, "Sorry, I was just working on the stew from lunch yesterday."

That brought out another smile as you move to sit down at the table, "Stew sounds fantastic." He always thought of his family/squad first and took care of them so well. But then a thought hit you, "Shouldn't we wait for the others before we eat?"

Hunter just shook his head, "No, they won't mind." Setting a full bowl of stew in front of you before asking, "Is there anything you'd like to drink?" Hearing you would like some water he quickly got the full jug and set it next to you with a glass for you to refill as often as you wanted. And then there was a small plate, a full basket of rolls and a container of butter put next to your bowl as well as a knife for the butter. You beamed at him again, he really was too kind to you. His squad should be home soon though if he was setting all of this out.

That made you think of a question, "How long have you been here?" Seeing his face fall, "I just have been sending you messages for months and you haven't responded..." His facial expresstion became more complicated and the two of you started talking about the place you were and how the two of you, and his squad all came to be there.

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*Authors Note* I am sorry that this took so long. I will try to get Hunter's POV out soon. My brain has decided to change hyperfixations and it has been a struggle to focus. But I have not forgotten!

The void has been fed.

Sleepy baby

I found this on my phone.

I found a nativity my mother does not have.