@magpul Ruger 10/22 takedown Hunter X-22 Backpacker with a Tactical Solutions barrel we just built up with one of the first production stocks off the line. You’ll be able to catch the final version of this build at the NRA show in Atlanta!
Thankfully, your trip to the store was quick, as you knew what type of shoes he preferred, and there was no need to browse. You also grabbed some men’s body wash and shampoo, figuring it was the least you could do. You were dreading that night when you went to bed. Once you were alone, and the house was silent, you would break.
Sam was the first one up that afternoon, making his way to the kitchen just after one. Yawning, he looked around, feeling weird. It was still hitting him. He had a kid- who was much closer to being a teenager than just a kid. While he understood why you did what you did, it was killing him. He wanted to have a serious talk with you, soon, sans Dean. Having him around did nothing to make it easier.
Opening the fridge, he sighed, honestly not that hungry. He shut it, debating on going back to bed, or what. Finally, he got curious. Moving quietly through the rooms of the first floor, he found himself in the living room.
His hazel eyes took time soaking in each picture- Hunter blowing out the candles on his last birthday, Hunter ripping open presents on Christmas, beaming, a frame with all his school pictures, and his newborn picture on the middle, each one adding to the pain he felt. His eyes watered and he let out a breath. The very last one he saw was the worst- a younger you, lying in the hospital bed, holding a newborn Hunter. You were looking down at him, lovingly, your hair slightly messy, the flush still on your cheeks, and a sheen of sweat on you. And you were still beautiful.
But you weren’t his, and you never would be.
The urge to hit something took over, making his jaw clench. He couldn’t have you, he wasn’t there to raise his son, he wouldn’t be there for his first day of high school, or his prom. He wouldn’t be there to see him graduate, either. Milestones that he’d be far from- just to keep him safe. It killed him, but he knew that’s what he needed to do.
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Decided to write a little something for @spacegate ‘s wonderful @babyblasters AU. It takes place before Sans and Papyrus meet Grillby. I figured that early on after their escape from Gaster’s lab, Gaster might’ve tried to hire other monsters to capture them. I dunno, it made sense in my head,.
The storm raged outside the cabin. Papyrus whined in his sleep at the noise but
didn’t wake up. The lapine hunter looked
over the bound monster and checked that all the restrains were still in place
on the young monster. Even though it
felt unnecessary to use such extreme measures with such a young looking, if
wild animal, he had heard that these “blaster” monsters were extremely
dangerous and unpredictable. He wanted no surprises.
He wished he had captured the bigger one as well, but he had
lost track of it in the deeper part of the woods. The bounty was higher for that one and it
would be a damn shame to have another hunter beat him to that prize.
He planned on using the small one as bait once the storm let
off. The bounty wasn’t too clear on the details but
it seemed that these wild monsters were related. He hoped that the bond was strong enough to
make the other one come back looking for its kin.
The hunter blew out a long trail of smoke from his cigarette
as he kept watch over the fire barely keeping the abandoned cabin above
freezing. He didn’t want to think about
it too much, but this whole situation was bothering him. He hunted several wild monster animals in his
lifetime. These usually kept to the
darkest, deepest parts of the underground forest and were rarely seen by
civilized monsters. When they did come
into a settlement, monsters like him were called upon to take them down before
they hurt anyone. It wasn’t a steady job
but it paid very well.
What was bothering him is that these wild things he hunted usually didn’t wear clothes.