This is based off of one of the scenes shown during the six minute preview of "Thanks to Them" today at NYCC

"Hey Hunter I'm finished it's your turn," Gus called as he walked out of the Noceda house bathroom.

"Thanks Gus," Hunter said as he quickly pushed past his friend and closed the door behind him.

He sighed in relief, "finally..." He cautiously reached into his messenger bag and pulled out a book that he had gotten from the library that day. The Witch Hunters of Gravesfield, it read. Depicted on the cover was a human man and woman wearing clothing that would've probably fit in well during the Savage Ages in the Boiling Isles. The man held a pitchfork while the woman held a lit torch.

Hunter flipped through the pages and felt his stomach flip. Each page was somehow worse then the last. Witches were illustrated locked up in cages or tied to wooden stakes in the middle of a bonfire.

"This is what I am...or who I was cloned from," Hunter muttered as he quickly shoved the book back into his bag.

He sat down on the closed toilet seat and put his head in his hands, feeling his long white blonde hair fall over his face as he did so.

The first night his friends and he arrived in the human realm Luz and he had decided to keep their respective secrets, well, secret until they were comfortable with telling the others. Hunter wasn't sure though that he would ever be comfortable with telling the others. He had read about Grimmwalkers they were magical clones of someone dead.

He looked like a witch but was he? Was he really? Or was he human? How many Hunters were there? Belos had said he looked the most like "him" his mysterious friend, someone Hunter was supposedly a better version of.

Hunter sniffled and swiped a hand over his eyes, no, no crying now. He had to remain strong for the others.

Standing up he stole a quick glance in the mirror and what he saw made him stumble back. A reflection, not his own, stared back, a young human man with white blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail and dressed in the same fashion as the people in his book.

Hunter cautiously reached out to touch the reflection but as soon as his fingers made contact with the mirror the reflection changed to Belos' sinister smirk.

"Hunter why are you hurting me?" His voice echoed in his head, "I only wanted to help you."

Hunter fell back in shock and began panting. No no Belos wasn't really here. He couldn't be, he was dead, the Collector killed him.

"I only wanted to help you...."

"You're-you're lying..."

"Caleb?!"

He began gripping his hair in his hands as his heart hammered in his chest. He wasn't Belos he wasn't a clone, he was Hunter, he was Hunter he was-

Hunter felt his long forelock. If he looked so much like Belos' friend he would just have to change it.

Scissors. Where were those scissors.

Willow yawned and rubbed her eyes as she walked into the hallway. She had gotten thirsty and decided to grab a drink of water. But, when she turned down the hall she was surprised to see the bathroom light on, shining from under the door.

"Huh..." she cautiously walked over and knocked, "hello?"

"Uh...d-don't come in." That was Hunter's voice.

"Hunter? Are you ok?" The witch girl asked.

"Y-yeah I'm fine..."

"You don't sound fine. I'm gonna open the door is that ok?"

A pause, then finally, "yeah..."

Willow pushed the door opened and was surprised by what she saw. Hunter was bent over the sink, a pile of hair at his feet. He was holding a pair of scissors in his hand.

"Hunter? What are you doing?" Willow asked.

"Just...cutting my hair," Hunter said sheepishly.

Willow bit her lip. To say his hair looked awful was an understatement. Parts of it were cut close to his scalp while others were hanging down long.

"Can I ask why?"

"It's...a long story...."

Willow shut the door behind her, "sit down."

"Why?" Hunter asked.

"I'll help you fix your hair,"

Hunter looked embarrassed, "you don't need to do that."

"Hunter."

Her friend sighed and sat down on the closed toilet seat again.

Willow took the scissors and began to cut at his hair, "so you decided to give yourself a haircut this late at night?"

Hunter blushed and tapped his foot, "Yeah..."

She said nothing and continued to cut.

"Thank you, Captain." Hunter said after a minute.

"Sure. I get it. A whole new you right?" Willow asked with a smile.

"In a way," Hunter sighed, "hey there's something I wanna tell you-"

She put the scissors down, "what is it?"

The grimmwalker teen opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"Hunter?"

Hunter lowered his head again.

Willow put her hand on his shoulder, "well whatever it is you can tell me when you're ready. Why don't you look at your hair?"

Hunter stood up and looked in the mirror. Willow had managed to even out all the haphazard cuts that he had made. Now his hair resembled more of his old hairstyle, albeit minus his long forelock.

"It looks great. Thank you Willow," Hunter said with a smile.

Willow smiled back, "you're welcome. I think I'm gonna head back to bed now. But I'll see you in the morning. Ok?"

He nodded and waved goodbye to the plant witch as she left the bathroom.

As soon as he was alone again Hunter slowly looked in the mirror. This time all he saw was his reflection. Not anyone else's. His.

Hunter smiled slightly and ran a hand through his hair, "a whole new me."