The Owl House One-Shot Ideas I Got Off Social Media

Dust

Angst? Yes please! Here you go, have fun sobbing on the floor dramatically as I describe what could have happened had Hunter been the one to get trapped inside the Hollow Mind trap instead of what Belos wanted to trap, hehehe~

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The circle was ominous, glowing bottles of an odd liquid shoved in the soil-could it be called that? -of the mindscape, a long rope tied in a circle at its edge, sharpened arrows here and there with a little golden object in the middle.

Why had the child made this?

Hunter had no clue, but he stepped closer. He went within the bounds of the rope, inspecting it, eventually coming to the object in the middle. He couldn't tell what it was, it was misshapen and ugly. What even was this meant to be?

"HUNTER GET OUT OF THERE!"

He spun around just in time to see the kid they had followed this whole time slam his tiny sword against the edge of the rope, the rope beginning to glow. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, all he knew was that the rope was moving to tie him up.

The rope burned through the armor he wore, scalding his skin through the layers and making him cry out in shock and pain. Normally he wouldn't be so weak, but at the moment he didn't care. It hurt, it burned, he didn't know what to do but scream with tears in his eyes.

The child's laughter rang out, growing more and more maniacal by the moment. His vision was blurred by his tears, but he could vaguely see the one who was smaller stretch and bend and melt and twist and mold into a shape eerily similar to Belos. But he didn't fully register that through the pain, and he knew Flapjack could hear it through the phone since it was constantly on. The poor bird could hear his screams and cries of pain and anguish, and it was likely panicking to a terrible extent.

The tone of voice for what had once looked like a child was unmistakably Belos's, and that just caused him to freak out more. What was even happening? Why was he walking toward him? What was he going to do to him.

"This may not have been what I wanted, but it will work just as well. You know how it is, and I had been hoping this one would last longer...no matter, it will come to a good cause."

The ropes loosened, and he had no time to breathe in before he felt his arm be snapped open, a fresh bout of pained cries on his lips. His uncle's blue eyes stared into his own, piercing and vibrant, as a green substance not unlike from palismans leaked from his arm. It floated up, and it kept coming. There was so much, it was like losing blood, it was numb and dizzying.

When the trail finally ended was when the pain began anew, beginning in the arm. He felt his fingers snap and crack before ripping themselves apart, moving up to his palm and down his forearm. The greying, cracking, rotting phenomena rose beyond his elbow, first snapping like a bone, cracking along the edges, and dusting, grey mist swirling into the wind.

He felt hollow, his mind was blank, as if he wasn't really there. He was only there to scream and sob in pain as everything blew away.

His shoulder began dusting, and it travelled along his collar and to his other elbow, stretching down his stomach and to his legs, slow and painful like a disease. It only snapped and cracked for a moment, and for that moment he thought he might live, before he felt his toes becoming that same, sickeningly fine powder. The balls of his feet, the arch, the heel, his ankle, his calf, his thigh, rising and rising up as his other arm just began its process. Every speck of dust produced increased the already sickening feeling in his chest to grow, and upon that thought he saw his chest glow the slightest bit.

Pale blue, like his uncle's eyes, he thought in his delirious, pained state of mind. The area around his chest began to dissipate, revealing a small, deep aqua stone imbedded. The glow was sickening, and it felt like him. A Gallderstone, he would have blurted out in any other situation, but right now he wasn't thinking right. The decay climbed up his neck, he felt his cheeks crack, his eyelids growing crusty and his eyeballs losing functionality. He couldn't watch the rest of him go away, he could only feel the numb tingle as his consciousness faded from this earth for the final time.

This was no dream.

This was not an idea.

This is reality.

He will never wake up.

And he never said goodbye.