YOU'RE MY FRANKENSTEIN, AND I'M YOUR MONSTER

As with many of my kintypes, I had signs of my being Hunter before his character was even revealed. I've always been fascinated with cloning in fiction, and similar concepts; the psychological aspects of it specifically. The concept of a clone becoming their own person in spite of it. On top of that, I've been on-and-off trying to get into witchcraft for years now. I was always fascinated by magic. It felt incredibly familiar, and I loved studying it, but I could never put it into practice. As if magic was something to be looked at, observed, recorded... But never something that came naturally to me. Never something that ran through my veins...

It only makes sense to me that I turned out to be a powerless witch. Well. A grimwalker, technically. But still...

I'm a little bit canon-divergent. For example, Willow was like a little sister for me. (Seriously, fuck the writers for giving me that 'crush' on Willow. I'm 16 in the source. She's 14. That's way too uncomfortable of a mental maturity gap. That's 8th grade vs 11th grade. Especially when it's written as ME having a one-sided crush on HER... Ugh. Ugh!!) I was close with and had feelings for Edric, and I was closer to Raine than I am in the source. (They're the one who introduced me to being non-binary. Over the course of what the viewers see as 'the show', I was slowly, but surely, discovering I was non-binary, as well. Despite Belos' best efforts to shelter me.) My weight also visually fluctuated... All pretty minor stuff, all things considered...

I think that my ears from this kintype are some of my most common forms of phantom limbs. Probably because it's decently minor. They would twitch and perk up and drop, depending on how I felt. Pretty decent for nonverbal communication of my emotions.

That's not all that remains in terms of habits from that life, though. Sometimes, when I least expect it, I still look around for Flapjack. I expect to see him fluttering around; I touch my shoulder and feel surprised he's not there. I whistle, and expect to hear him chirp back in kind. I miss him dearly. I desperately hope that he understands that he saved my life. Every single time he showed me kindness, every time he stayed by my side, and nuzzled into my cheek when I cried, he was saving my life. He was helping me escape my own gilded birdcage. And, of course, I don't just have him to thank. Luz, Amity, Edric, Darius, Raine, Gus, Willow and Eda... All of them and more, they helped undo Belos' brainwashing, helped me escape his abuse. Helped me rebuild myself from the ground-up, after I understood that the one who I idolized so much had killed me, in a way, before, and would be happy to do it again.

But... None of it would have been possible without Flapjack. I never would have met the majority of them without him, never would have had a reason to doubt Belos and what I was taught about wild magic without him... Flapjack, who chose me. I will forever be grateful for you, my first and dearest friend.