Hunter:-at work, writing scripts and he feels the vines wrap around his arm and he stops- huh.

Weaver: AFTON IN MY OFFICE NOW

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Weaver:-smashes him down on the ground-

Hunter:-breathing heavily and coughs up blood and black rose petals-

Employees:-watching-

Weaver:-drags Hunter away

Hunter:-screams

Weaver:-throws him in a room

Hunter: WEAVER PLEASE IM SORRY ILL WORK HARDER

Weaver:-steps on his head- You've donw nothing but fuck up

Hunter:-sobbing-

Weaver:-eyes widen getting an idea-

Hunter: please don't ...

Weaver: Fine...-snaps fingers- But you owe me...

Hunter:-nods quickly-

~ a sharp pain comes from his ribs as two more pairs of arms come out of him~

Hunter: WH-WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME

Weaver:-makes his many arms disappear so only two are visible- I made You a fucking creature......habe fun with thorns and spider arms...
-walks off -

Hunter:-screams out in pain, as thorns tighten-