Author's Note

Yes, this is yet a new fuckin' series.

If this seems fast-paced, It'll hopefully slow down a bit in later chapters.

Introducing Hunter, the Hunter

"Lookin' good!" *Snapping* A man dressed in this attire was making finger guns at himself in a mirror. Why was he dressed like that? Tonight was his first hunt. It always happens at night because that's when some citizens turn into furries. Beasts, is what they're referred to as. "Well, now that that's done, where the fuck is my weapon?" After searching around his house for a few minutes, he found it under his bed. He pulled it out, (his weapon) the large weapon was called the 'Kirk hammer'. It was a sword that you can insert into a stone block to make a large hammer. He put it on his back and slid the sword into a sheath he stole off a corpse in some alleyway. Just as he got adjusted to the weight of that bitch, there was a knock on his door. Opening it, it revealed another hunter. "Guacamole?" The hunter scoffed.

"It's 'Gascoigne'. The hunt has started." The hunter walks away, dragging a big axe along the ground. Hunter steps outside.

"By the fuckin' blood, is this shithole cleaned?!" The streets looked like shit. Blood was everywhere. Up walls, down alleys, clogging drains. Corpses were all over the place. There was a guy with a whirligig saw up his ass. It was sticking out of his mouth. "Well, that must've sucked. Okay, where are the beasts?" He almost immediately heard a roar, a rotten wolf jumping into vision down the street. Hunter began to sneak towards it, but it started to charge at him. He waited until the beast was close enough. He transformed his Kirk Hammer, and slammed it down on the beast's head. It's skull caved, but it didn't slow down, slamming into him, sending the corpse and Hunter careening into a barrel of crude weapons. FUCK!!! A pitchfork was impaling his arm, the weapon stuck between the bricks on the road. Sticking a piece of cloth into his mouth, he bit down and pulled out the pitchfork with his free hand, his screams muffled through the process a few tears soaking into his blood-soaked...mask. He fell limp, spitting out the cloth and breathing hard. After a few seconds, he pushed the pain down and tried to get up. He collapsed with a suppressed scream. He groaned, and, holding his arm by the shoulder, stood up, hissing through it. It took time to stick the block on his back and sheathe the sword. Shuffling, he tried to seek out another hunter. After a few minutes, he found the hunter from earlier. He was butchering a few corpses. He called out to him. "Gascoigne?!" The hunter stopped, raising his head. "I injured my arm beyond movement! Do you have a blood vial?" Looking at the corpses for a moment, he realized what they were.

Citizens. Hunters. Hunter's eyes widened, and he looked back as Gascoigne to see the hunter 'looking' at him, growling. "Wait!" Gascoigne lept, crossing the few meters of distance between them. Hunter jumped left, rolling and barely dodging the axe, which slammed into the stone, causing sparks. Hunter already knew what was wrong. The blood had gotten to him. He unsheathed his sword. Gascoigne swung, and Hunter tried to dodge, but he altered his swing, catching Hunter in the stomach, tearing through his coat and spilling his innards everywhere. The last thing Hunter saw was a hunter swinging a Saw Cleaver into Gascoigne's skull...

Hunter screamed, his eyes shooting open. He clutched at his abdomen, only to feel no injury. He realized that his arm wound was also gone. He sighed shakily. He was in The Hunter's Dream. He's never seen it before, but it apparently existed.

"You are not in the dream, Hunter." He looked up to see an indescribable entity. Actually, he couldn't describe anything besides himself. But...the entity was humanoid. "You want to know my name? I'm Hjgsvfksbhjesk.....oh right, you mortals are simpletons. I'm Hugo."

"....A-"

"Yes, you're dead in your reality."

"...W-"

"You're in what you would call; Purgatory."

"..W-"

"You're here because nhfhdiv-I mean Ellie, has taken a liking to you for some reason even I cannot fathom."

"Wait....So, Ellie has a crush on me so she transported my dead ass to a different fucking reality?"

"That's a rather blunt and simple way of putting it, but yes."

"....Well, that's a weird method to kidnapping somebody."

The entity scoffed. "Ellie doesn't want to meet you here, you can't even perceive her here. No, you're being sent to yet another reality. A peaceful one, where nobody dies from injury and it is basically a fairy tale."

Hunter thought for a few seconds. "I know there is no 'no' option, obviously to this, but that sounds pretty fucking great. Yeah, I'll do it."

"You....don't want to know why Ellie desires you?"

"I'm gonna regret asking you, but why?" The regret in his tone could be felt.

"She wants to try to reproduce with you, and your quote 'Fuck it' unquote personality makes her think you'll agree to it."

Hunter is shocked. Of all reasons to go to a paradise as an afterlife, it's because an ELDRITCH MOTHERFUCKING GOD WANTS TO FUCK HIM?! It takes him a while to regain his words. "...Well, I guess I have to go along."

Hugo looks shocked himself. "That reaction was not what I expected."

Hunter rolls his eyes. "It's not like I have a fucking choice, but who can pass up on some ascended poontang?"

"Quite crude language."

"Eh, it works. Besides, I go to paradise with the only price being sex. That's quite the fucking bargain."

"Hmmm...I will tell her that you're on board and are not angry with her. Goodbye, Hunter." Hunter feels impossibly tired, and succumbs to sleep...

Hunter woke up. He was on a bed of flowers, and fucking hell, it was SOFT! But, he still had to get up. The environment was beautiful! There was a small lake, with some creatures that weren't going to fist him to death, like rabbits, birds, and others all living in peace. The grass was short, and there were healthy trees swaying gently in the breeze. The sky was blue, and the sun was shining. He smiled. His weapon looked great as well, polished and repaired. His attire/armor looked done-up as well. Wait, shit. He was in his birthday suit. He noticed that there were scars where he was injured earlier. There was also something new. Hanging off the guard of his sword, there was a pendant. It was made of silver. The thin chain had tiny carving in every link. The pendant itself looked like interwoven vines, with an image of him carved into the middle, his sword pointing down and his hands resting on the pommel. The 'vines' extended off the main structure of the pendant, looking like a sun. The meaning of the piece of jewelry occurred to Hunter. He was Ellies shining sun, the one who warms her. "Wow, this is fucking beautiful! She's very attached to me, a person she's never met....Oh well, I'll see her somewhere."

He put on his armor/attire, the pendant as well, letting it hang outside of his coat. Placing the black on his back and the sword in a new sheath that fits it, he set out. Or he would, if he didn't hear a voice. "Hello?" He looked at the source, but didn't see Ellie. Well, it COULD be Ellie. He saw a...purple horse. She, he assumed it was, had wings and a horn. "Who are you?"

So it wasn't Ellie. Well, no reason to lie. "I'm Hunter, a...hunter." (And not a good one.) He saw the shock on her face. He then remembered the animals nearby. "NOT of regular friendly animals, though! I wouldn't hurt these adorable creatures!"

She sighed with relief. "That's a relief. I'm Princess Twilight of Equestria. What are you?"

Hunter raised and eyebrow. "You don't know what a human is?" She shook her head at his response. "Ahh, I see. Well, this IS a paradise."

"I've never seen a human before. How'd you get here?"

Hunter chuckled. "OH, you'd NEVER fucking believe it." Twilight flinched at his swearing, but didn't comment on it.

"Well, how about you come with me? You could tell me this....unbelievable tale over lunch maybe?"

Hunter shrugged. This paradise was weird as shit, but at least there were things he could talk to. "Seems reasonable. Lead the way, Princess."

And so they went.