Bad Batch Afterlife? Hunter

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!

Am I spending my Friday night with my nineteen year old cat on my lap? Yes, yes I am. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

You had your own phone at 14? I didn't get one until I went to college. Any field trip ect. before that I used one of the two "family" cell phones.

I remember 7th grade. One of our teachers found out 3 girls in the class are vaping. Teachers were so shocked, woah, that never meant to happen, blah blah 🙄 guess they don't know half of the school is vaping as well 🤦🏼 #newgeneration

The principal was so angry, she did something I don't think it's legal 🤷🏼

She took their phones and just asked for the password. She looked at all their messages, photos, apps, literally the entire phone memory. After that she called their parents because of inappropriate images she found

But 😶

She continued on us and the entire school. She just asks for a password and tells you to leave the room. We were so scared we deleted EVERYTHING from our phones 😂 at the end she only asked a few more students and we did it for nothing 🤦🏼

Anyway

Wanted to ask how would you react 🙃

If the principal walks to you and says "Gimme your phone. What's the password?" What are you doing?

Knowing she would look at everything? 😂 Your private conversations with family, friends, social media, phone gallery, everything? (Imagine ur 13-14 years old)

@wrecking-it-raphie @ezgurple @rufwooff @redlotuz @randomcerealbrand @racky000 @turtlevariabilis @turt1esstuff @untitled-tmnt-blog @indieyuugure @iredoodles @ilovebeinaturtle @onionninjasstuff @porplewisteria @phewgitoid @pezhead @allyheart707 @alichu707 @stormy-m00n @disasterpartyyy @dotbot2012 @donnie-rp-blog @heckitall @justatoxictaurus @justasmallflick @knuxthefangirl @lara-cairncross @luna1star10 @luckynesser @lionalovit @yanteetle @xxlea-nardoxx @chessman-protocol @ceruleanterrapin @charcoaldustonmyfingers @bigb22374 @bluefeather-tmnt @butthead7 @neonzeontmnt @nightwatcherraph @ninnosaurus @matryoshkalex @mybasementpanda

😘

A few months after the events of TBT and everything calms down/ the trolls are healing.

Lily showing her stump, "The Bergan chief would have made me into soup if it wasn't for this guy." Seeing the bros horrified faces, "I know, I would have been a better pizza."

Bruce: Looking at Lily concerned, "Is dark humor how you handle a depressive episode?"

Lily, "Episode? Papa blue this is a depressive series that's in season twenty and still going strong."

Bruce looked at Brandy who immediately called the family therapist.

At two this morning I felt little paws on my face as my cat walked down my side to lay on me like a railing.

Me: "Well, I guess this is happening." After my cat settled, "I wonder how non-cat people would react to this?"

John Dory's Best Friend AU Story

I have started writing this fan fiction. I have four chapters posted to Fanfiction.net and Archive of our own as I write this. The story is called Fish and Flower by Jillian Fahey. Yes, the chapters may be shorter. I have a solid idea of three points of the story and how it will be an open ending. But actually getting the story to do things is not always smooth. It will be mostly focused on John Dory, his friend/my OC Lily, and Branch with the other brothers mentioned. I hope you check it out.