Fics like divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts

She pushed the door open. Luz steeled herself and stepped through. As soon as she saw the kitchen, though, she understood exactly why Amity hadn’t been able to explain what had happened. Hunter was huddled underneath the kitchen table, knees pressed to his chest, inching himself farther into the crevice as Willow crouched beside him. Hunter was also sat on top of the counters and kicking his legs back and forth against the cupboard doors as a fountain of words gushed out from his mouth. Not to mention, Hunter was halfway into the fridge, munching on an apple. He was sitting on a barstool with his eyes glazed over. He was gesturing wildly with a steak knife as he shouted at Vee. He was doing all of this, because somehow, against all logic, he was in five places at once. Because there were five separate Hunters in the kitchen. Because Luz had messed up the potion one two three four five different ways, and if she’d learned one thing from Eda, besides identity theft, it was that potions were precise, they were exact and they were specific and they never did the same thing once they were messed with. “Oh my King,” she mumbled. or, Hunter gets split into five pieces of his personality

Fics like divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts

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