Superhell: Hunter (Blonde)

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Week 0: Monday

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[He's pressed the power on button, but it doesn't seem to have done anything to this computer.

Maybe... it was broken to begin with?]

Have you used these before?

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... Yyyyyes...?

[Except he is staring at it like it's an alien artifact. Which it kind of is for him. Also, he has a friend! The bird is just chilling on his head.]

But it, uh, looks different. From the one I saw in the human realm.

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[ A little guy! Meanwhile nameless has a black ribbon around his wrist in a bow. ]

I've never encountered anything like these before.

Human realm?

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Where the humans live. But I think they actually call their world... Earth? [He shrugs, looking at him a little thoughtfully now.] Where do you come from— uh? Oh. Huh. You know, I don't think your name was on that "bicker" thing.

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I was made in a lab.

[That's an easy answer.]

I didn't have a name when I died.

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... Oh.

[He's quiet, for a moment.]

Are you— [...] No, never mind. I'm, uh, I'm sorry, man. Have you thought about picking a name for yourself?

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You can ask if you're interested.

I've been letting people name me.

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It's... not important. [A beat. The bird chirps.] We can come back to it later.

[It's fine? It's fine.]

... Okay, well, that could get confusing. What names have you got so far?

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Alright.

[If it's fine, it's fine.]

Cosmos.

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Huh. That's... not a bad name. Cosmos. Do you like it?

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I do.

Do you like yours?

week zero, saturday.

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[They are back in the computer lab... Except this time they have probably aged like 20 years in 9 hours. Help. Hunter plops down on one of the chairs, while Flapjack hops all over one of the keyboards.]

Are you okay after all that?

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[hunter's revenge.

He looks very tired, but honestly? Who doesn't? Nine hours and a lifetime (not nameless's) of stress.]

I'm okay... Are you?

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[He nods, kicking the ground and just kind of sliiiiiding down the row of computers slightly.]

Tired. But who isn't after whatever that was?

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[His shoulders sag as he's reminded of 9 hours of chaos]

I think most everyone is exhausted. The personal demons don't seem impacted.

[He desperately hopes that this doesn't happen again. But we are in a murder game.]

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'Course they don't. They didn't have to lift a finger today, we tortured each other enough.

[They had to watch Akira sniff feet for two hours... Hellish.]

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[They spiraled over a missing arm.

He sinks further into his own chair and puts his head on the desk.]

It's going to keep happening, isn't it?

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... I hope it doesn't.

[Genuinely, even though he doesn't look all too convinced it won't.]

But... I don't know. No one wants to get stuck here.

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I hope it doesn't either...

... It's hard to know what will happen next.

[Like having a no holds barred beat down on stage where shadows are being awful. That could happen tomorrow.]

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[Surely that would never happen...]

... Yeah, it is. But we'll figure it out. We have to.

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Where do we start?

[The first thing he'd do is run, but that's hardly an option here.]

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... Yeah. It feels like me, you know?

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[It must be nice to have a stable sense of self.]

I don't know, but it sounds nice.

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[That is a very good question, sweet nameless.]

I... guess we should prepare. In case it happens to us. Not that it will, but— better safe than sorry, right?

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Yes, I think so.

... How do you prepare for that? Going to sleep with people you trust?