The Atrocious Bard and The Little Princeling | Hunter TOH X Gn Reader

Chapter 8: House Owl Swap!

Within the depths of the headquarters, Hunter walked towards the giant cabinets of case files, his eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep. Today in particular, he had finished his missions in advance because he had something he needed to do.

Today wasn't just any other mission; today he was going to fix a very personal problem.

You.

He needed to throw you into the Conformatorium-lock you up and throw away the key. How did it come to this? Hunter still couldn't believe it himself. How had he been convinced to join in on one of your absurd pranks against Darius. Darius, his mentor, his idol!

Because of that damn prank, both you and Hunter were now banned from the fort. The mere sight of either of you sent Darius's abominations into full-blown war mode. And for the Golden Guard, that was beyond unacceptable.

Hunter flipped through the mountain of case files in the cabinets, searching for you name.

He took a deep breath, his aching cheek, bruised shoulder, and sleep deprivation was really getting to him these days. He failed the mission to retrieve vital information regarding the abductions in Bonesborough and was rightfully punished by the emperor. His body still hasn't recovered.

And the fact that he couldn't see Darius for Titan knows how long is making him moody.

But the pain in his cheek and shoulder was nothing compared to the burning desire to obliterate you. Since it was a crime, Hunter decided to just put you behind bars.

He needed to end this ridiculous game.

Hunter narrowed his eyes upon seeing a particular drawer vomiting mountains of files. He walked over to it and flipped through one of the files.

"Aha!" Hunter exclaimed as he finally found your files. (Name) Whispers.

He checked the other files to make sure they were also yours and unsurprisingly, all the files in the vomiting drawer were yours.

Hunter flipped through the mountain of case files with twitching hands, he felt an incoming headache as he read through your crimes.

As Hunter read one of them painfully, he realized that you should have long been in jail for all the damages and outrageous troubles you have caused.

What the fuck? You once unleashed a hell of echo mice in a library, you assaulted countless witches, you beat up innumerable demon hunters, you scammed so many, and what - you drowned someone in pink glitter.

Glitter.

Pink, sparkling damned glitter. He swore that if he finds your stocks of glitter, he would burn them down to ashes with a smile.

The corner of his lips twitched as he read through a file describing how you had flooded the headquarters in Latissa with gelatinous abominations just to "see what would happen".

"A heathen I say," Hunter muttered.

By his count, you should have already been locked away for the next 300 years. Three. Hundred. Years. Not to mention, none of your crimes were heinous enough to warrant petrification, meaning you'd spend your long, obnoxious life in a cell-something that Hunter wanted.

"Ahahaha... HAHAHA! Three hundred years..." Hunter tossed the files in the air, watching them flutter down.

Why is it that you are still free to roam the streets? Was someone protecting you? Was it Darius? No, most of the complaints came from Darius's people. Whatever. He was ecstatic. Once and for all, he could finally end the petty rivalry between the both of you.