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[newphew]

WHO: Hunter and you!
WHAT: Memshare!!!
WHERE: Vegas/dreamscape/etc
WHEN: Event time!
WARNINGS: CW for child abuse, child soldiering, brainwashing, ptsd, genocide mentions! also Owl House spoilers will be in here.....

Just a note that I'm going to be doing two separate top level headers! One will be to tag in to receive a memshare from Hunter, and one will be one where you can put your character's memory! Please give me a memory in return if you are taking one of Hunter's ♥

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arrives fashionably late

[frostfist]

[ how many concurrent threads can we have at once, stay tuned

And how many of other people's memories can Hunter barge into before the implants finally stop glitching? Here's another one, nighttime in a residential area. There's a house nearby, with a small crowd of children milling nearby. They're all different ages and genders, but what they have in common is a look of confusion and panic on their face. Some of them glance nervously at the house, others cry and wail, and still others glance towards the house with dark looks on their faces.

There seems to be a muffled argument floating through the open front door….does Hunter care to go investigate? ]

[newphew]

[ never enough, and we don't acknowledge timelines in this house. his implants will bear the weight of every memeshare in the world for my selfish gain ]

[ this is a completely unfamiliar place and hunter squints against the backdrop and at the children... it's easy to pick up on what they're afraid of. it's the same thing he's felt, even if he doesn't want to admit it, walking into that throne room. ]

[ and maybe he should mind his own business, but he can't help himself. he braces himself, addresses the kids, his voice softening: ]

... I'll check it out. You all stay out here. It'll be fine.

[ he tries to give them a comforting look, because he's a sucker, and then... in he goes ]

[frostfist]

[ The younger ones nod their tear-streaked faces at him, while the older kids mouth at him to be careful.

Once inside, the voices grow louder, though maybe the first thing Hunter will notice is how domestic it all looks. A family house, with toys scattered around, scenic portraits on the walls, a small fireplace tucked away on one side. If there's any sort of conflict happening inside, it must surely be the work of an intruder, a home invader, because what other discord could possibly occur in here?

But the argument grows louder, audible snippets drifting from the hallway that leads to the kitchen. ]

"-kill me like you killed the rest-"

"-shouldn't have found out then. You brats are too nosy for your own good-"

[ One adult voice and one belonging to a teenager, both of them filled with anger and malice. There's the sound of metal hitting wood, and then the smash of glass as it shatters. ]

[newphew]

[ he nods in return to the kids, puffing up as if to project confidence at them!! and goes inside. despite how calm and inviting and... harmless, everything looks, hunter would already be completely on his guard because of who he is as a person. he regards each toy like they're traps waiting to spring at him. ]

[ besides, if everything were as perfect as it apparently looks.... why would the children be huddling outside of it, scared? no, there's something wrong, his paranoid brain tells him, even without the shouting ]

[ the shouting makes it worse, it hastens his steps. he sweeps through the foyer as quickly as he can while watching ever single step and any concurrent movement. but he's following the argument. the more he hears, the less caution he takes. the teenager's in danger, his instincts tell him. ]

[frostfist]

[ Everyone in the house is in danger, to be bluntly honest, a fact that makes itself abundantly clear as Hunter lightly strides through the foyer and towards the source of all the noise: the kitchen, the only room fully lit up.

There, the noise multiplies tenfold, the clatter of kitchenware scattering across the ground mixing in with the shouts that come from the people within. One man, adult and in his prime, and the other a teenager around Hunter's age. There's a third figure on the ground, immobile in a growing pool of blood. In fact, there's blood everywhere else in the kitchen, splattered over counters, on the ground, and staining the clothes of the two people still moving around, trying their best to take out the other with knives, forks, whatever they can get their hands on.

Moving around and shouting at each other, and it doesn't take a genius to put all the pieces together. A business with its office situated right in this house, but instead of selling goods it's children who are sold, all of them picked up off the streets and groomed to be whatever it is prospective buyers are looking for.

you 100% deserve a more lovingly detailed scene with written out dialogue but unforch my hospital stay threw me off kilter so bad (crying) ]