The Junkyard

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKIN' ON HOOTY'S DOOR: the scraps.

Welcome to another session of the junkyard! Today, we're here with some fresh scraps from my Bewitched fic which is a Hunter x GN!Reader. So, before I realized the severe lack of Hunter in my fic, I was planning on writing the whole chapter on Hooty's perspective as the episode was. But then, as I said, I realized Hunter was barely showing up IN THE FIC ABOUT HUNTER so I scrapped it and added filler for reader to see Golden boy again. In case you wanted to see what could've been, here you go!

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LATER THAT DAY, still Hooty.

Your words inspired me to help everyone, Lulu. So, I'll start with King!

I found King sitting at a table, many books surrounding him. He flipped over the pages, skimming through them, but it appears to not lead him anywhere.

"Maybe if I figure out what kind of demon I am, I'll know what's going on," He theorized, swapping one book for another as he opened it and skimmed through the new book. "Ugh, but nothing in here looks like me!"

Our little bundle of joy was growing up, and he had questions. As the only other demon in the house, I had answers? But would he accept help from me? Never! Unless..

I slinked away from the scene, rushing over to King, my eyes beginning to glow and my mouth dropping wide open. As soon as King spots me, I swallow him whole.

A little while after, I can hear King emerging from one of my owl pellets through the dark room -- specifically, his little angry grunts.

"Weh- Ugh! Did you owl pellet me?!" King asked, sounding irritated by the situation as he stumbled forward, getting free of his restraints.

"Are you angry, sweaty? Is there hair in places? Does your voice crack in a super embarassing way? I have the answers you seek!" I began to narrate. The light in the room flickered on, revealing to King a board with charts, diagrams, and writing on it titled "DEMON PUBERTY 101.5"

I smiled, proud of my work. "You're going through demon puberty!"

King facepalmed, a groan escaping the creature, absolutely against the idea. "Ew, the last thing I want from you is a health class!" He cried out, ready to refuse my help.

"This isn't a health class!" I shot back, trying to persuade him. I pulled down a chart I had made full of different demon traits and types titled "Who Am I?"

"It's an unholy test to determine what kind of demon you are!" I revealed, gesturing to the chart.

King let out a small gasp, his pitchy voice sounding more hopeful than usual. "Really?"

"Yup! Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm the only other demon here. So," I laughed, "What other choice do you have?"

King hummed, tapping the side of his skull with one of his claws. He eventually relented, "Eh, alright. What the heck."

I quickly put on a beret, blurting out a small cheer and soon beginning our lesson. "Our ancestors arose from the muck of a decomposing Titan, and there are so many of us! But all demons can be placed in three categories: bug, biped, and beast!"

King waved his hand, shrugging it off like a little know-it-all. "Yeah, okay, everyone knows about the three Bs."

"DO NOT INTERRUPT! Ahem, now, I'm pretty sure you're not a bug, but we can't rule anything out. As a type of worm myself," I wiggled, causing King to shudder in slight disgust, "I'm an expert on this subject! Let's begin!"

I pick up King, dressing him up in dancing clothes, earning a little annoyed grunt from the creature. I glance from the board to King, clearing my throat. "Bug types naturally communicate through dance, like so!"