Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

Hunt and Moral

Stalking through the grassy floor of the forest with the lightest of steps, you tapped the wood bark of the trees around you with an impatient mentality shadowing behind you. Your family needed food for the winter, and after your father passed long ago in the midst of hunting, you took mantel as the hunter as the oldest of three. Your mother simply could not bear the energy to keep her going after the birth of your second sibling as she came to old age. You promised you'd keep your younger brother and sister safe at the price of placing yours in all-out jeopardy. They settled the household tasks as you ventured the woods. As skillful as you were with archery taught down from your father, you knew you could never aim to his perfection of craft with a bow and arrow.

Your younger sister was passed down the natural touch of your mother's craftsmanship with knitting. It gave you the perk of having nicely settled clothing for all seasons around. It's quite unfortunate she doesn't do it all too often without you getting on her about it; often she would waste the materials on making thousands of teddy bears of all types. Your brother surely didn't mind unlike you, but he simply didn't know any better to be fair. Speaking of- your brother, surprisingly, was an outstanding cook. It was something men were not often excelled with as a task, but for the dilemma that your family sat in, an individual was either a hunter or a cooker for time constraints. The meals he served were nothing to compare to that of a gourmet chef's work for sure, but it was enough to fill and satisfy.

This year of hunting season was nearing its end, and you were doused with panic. The common stock of animals seemed to finally get it right with your hunting routine this year. You were going several days gathering all but a few small squirrels and a hare on the occasion. It was nothing that could sustain you three without fasting, and by personal experience, you couldn't bear putting your siblings in that scenario. It was hell, and nearly killed your mother first time around. You debated scouting out further into the range of the forest, going against your father's demands. Never go beyond the square mile which he ceased to set foot over. Ever.

You heeded to his word without a single hint of deviation to it until now. You cursed the thought, but as jeopardy swirled the hunt, it couldn't get much worse than this. Just once, take a look. Book it and run. Then a sudden thought seated you into a debate with yourself for a solid half-hour. What was so bad about the other side? Opposing hunters? Poisonous plants? Traps? You rolled your head as it heated and ached. You were procrastinating- you were going out.

You called your siblings over to have a brief seat with you. They jumped and skidded over with energy, squealing and whispering to each other about what the case may be. The innocence of their souls spoiled your heart to pieces.

"Settle, settle, I need you guys to listen," your monotone voice deemed the tone of the room instantaneously.

"I'm going out on a 'special' hunt today. One that proves more giving... and dangerous in terms of us," you tried to convey the idea to them without sparking fear of your safety. Your throat went dry, tapping your foot on the floor.

"If I'm not back by tomorrow at high dawn-" your sister cut you off.

"When's high dawn again?" She asked, yet to be taught how to tell time.

"Your brother knows it well, he'll tell you. The chimney's shadow will touch the bottom-right edge of our mill," your eyes trailed over to him, to which a nod was given in understanding as you used this as a time to remind him of it as well. You stopped tapping your foot, leaning back with a deep, shaky breath.

"... If I ain't back tomorrow at high dawn, Chase will forevermore split between your main tasks of hunting and cooking. Stacey, you will contribute to the cooking task with your brother and continue clothing each other when necessary," you bit your lip, looking at her intently.