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I NEED a hunter toh fic inspired by skin by oingo boingo

"This is someone else's story

Someone that I never knew

This is someone else's body

Am I getting through to you?"

Tw: revised only a little

Note!!: I'm mid rewatch of toh, but I haven't got to hollow mind yet + don't remember much of it. This takes place post hollow mind tho. Also LOVE oingo boingo!! Song is so good

Sitting in his room, hands folded yet with a tight grip, a mind racing from everything he had seen and gone through, hunter thought it all over. Everything.

It ripped him apart just to fathom. The torture, the lies. Beneath all the fond and horrible memories, who was he if not just a disgusting extension of everything that emperor belos built.

He could hardly wrap his mind around it. And how could anyone expect him to?

A carbon copy of someone you can't become.

"If you peel away the skin, is there anybody there?"

A recreation of something you never were. Shaking, shivering, and suddenly feeling like a foreigner to his own body, he subconsciously curls into himself on the bed.

Running a hand through his crooked hair, he shook subconsciously, slowly taking in the full gravity of his life.

Part of him knew that if he dwelled on it he would only sink deeper into it; losing himself in his own mind, but what did he care? What did he have to lose? Himself? He was already long gone. What could possibly help him out of this?

All these questions, all unanswered and doubts about his entire existence flooding his mind. It felt like an endless and undying pit of despair, ready to swallow him whole at any given moment.

Who was he? -- when it all came down to it, underneath it all, what could he be?

"If you peel away the skin, is there anybody there?"

Under what belos molded him into, physically and otherwise. He physically couldn't find a clear sense of his identity under the guise of the lies he had known his whole life

Taking a shallow breath in, his eyes lilt shut, his body forcing him into sleep with exhaustion finally creeping up on him.

"Over years the walls have grown

Is there anybody in there

In this self inflicted tomb?

If you peel away the layers,

Is there someone in this room?"