oh Hey Look another Story!

and my first one for Trollhunters, too ;)

If Y'all can't tell, I got a thing for angsty transformations lol

So basically this takes place Mid-Part 2, and Strickler and Nomura Kept in touch with the group, and Stricklake never break up. Also as much avocado dad as I could put in without making him OOC

Also I changed My name from Icephantom77 to Local-dragon-haunt :) much more grown up. (Says the girl writing fanfiction on a daily basis)

anywho, Viva la on with the story!

He wasn't supposed to be here. His mom would worry.

Jim clutched the horngazle in his hand as he descended the crystal staircase. He probably should have put it back in his bag long ago—it had been a good few minutes since he left the underside of the bridge—but he was afraid if he took any concentration off moving his legs they would collapse from under him.

They were weak. Too weak. Which made no sense because all he had done today was go to school.

Get help. Blinky.

He started towards the troll's library, glancing at the Heartstone in longing. God, he wanted it. For some reason his mind had determined that the heartstone would lessen the symptoms of...whatever was happening.

He originally thought that it was just a cold—the ache in his limbs and the cloudiness of his head seemed normal enough to him.

But then it got worse.

The cloudiness in his head turned into a pressure of sorts as the school day progressed, and by the time 3:00 rolled around, his entire body felt like a cage made for the sole purpose of smothering his consciousness. It felt like a wetsuit. Or—no, something heavier, more constricting, not like the comforting weight of his armor.

Armor. Amulet. Jim reached into his back pocket. The device pulsed, as if trying to comfort him. Or perhaps ease his pain and panic.

He clutched onto it like a lifeline, plucking it from his pocket and pressing against his chest, right over where it rested when he was fighting.

The warmth of it flowed through him and eased the pain a tiny bit. He could hear the not-quite-voice of it humming to him—it's lullaby-like hum comforted him like his mom would if she was here.

No words. But he knew it was telling him to find Blinky. He'd know what to do. He'd have to.

Amulet in a death grip, he kept the arm pressed against his chest as if he was cradling a broken arm. Running. Not an option. Hurt too much. Body—not fast enough… just walk.

The five minute trek to Blinky's library was miserable and exhausting, and by the time the stone building came into view, Jim had trouble processing that it was actually there.

Up the steps. You gotta make it up the steps. He told himself; his thighs and calves burned like fire was engulfing them. Door. Open. Go through. Blinky.

"Blinky!" He called, voice cracking. His throat hurt. That terrible, aching burn that was a product of choking down tears and breathing too hard.

He fell again, the familiar surroundings that his mind registered as a safe place made his knees give out. Hands and knees hit rock harshly. Not as hard as in battle. But it hurt.

This body was too weak. Not—not his, he needed out.

The amulet had sprawled a few feet away when he fell. He stretched out to pick it up and—and something in his stomach didn't want him to because the position he turned to made it hurt.

Jim cried out in pain and curled back in on himself. He felt a disproportionate amount of disparity in his chest, as if his amulet had been broken or thrown into the deepest trench in the Deep instead of two feet from him.

His ear was pressed against the wall. The nice, cool stone bringing slight relief to his pounding head. He could hear the thumping of someone coming closer. And suddenly he was dizzy and—

Adrenaline managed to allow him to grab a nearby something before gagging into it.

"Master Jim! What seems to be so upsetting that you've dispelled your lunch into Tobias' bookbag?" Blinky exclaimed, rushing into the room.

He couldn't answer. He retched again. Tears streamed down his cheeks from the effort.

His mentor came up behind the Trollhunter and put his upper two hands on his shoulders, using the lower two to rub his back.

"You seem to be quite warm, have you perhaps caught what you humans call a fever?" Blinky asked, worry edging into his voice.

Jim spit into the book bag, face screwing up at the taste in his mouth. Tobes would be pissed at him…

"Blinky something's—something's wrong with me, I need out." He wavered, pushing the bag away and leaning into the trolls grip. He shivered. Maybe he was running a fever.

"Out? Out of what, Master Jim?"

He didn't answer. The teen didn't know what exactly to say. He knew deep down what he wanted, just like anybody knows, but he didn't know how to form those thoughts into words.

Blinky was saying something to Arrrgh in a raised voice—not quite a yell, but just loud enough so the other troll could hear it clearly.

"Jim," Blinky addressed, leaning down next to the Trollhunter, "what do you need out of?"

Jim's face screwed up in a way he hadn't felt it do so since he was five, when he realized his dad wasn't coming back.

"Me!" He shrieked, jerking as if the body around him would fall away into something more comfortable, "My body isn't right!"

Blinky jumped a bit at Jim's outburst. He had never seen the boy like this before. It was a bit frightening. "Master Jim, we need you to come back into my study so we can get a better look." He said after a few moments of listening to his shaky breathing.

Jim tried to answer. He really did. But this mouth felt weird and foreign. He leaned over and picked up his amulet. He nodded.

Blinky helped him into the study. Arrrgh had already cleared a table for Jim to sit on. Well, it wasn't so much cleaning, as it was pushing the books and other trinkets on it onto the ground.

Blinky gestured for the teen to hop onto it, and Jim hastily tried to do so. Arrrgh noticed his struggle, and gave him a small boost.

Blinky immediately shuffled over to the medical section of his library. It had been decades since he had read the book he was looking for, but he knew that what he needed was in there.

He located the mahogany red binding with a hum, turning around and focusing four eyes on the runes. The other two focused on Jim.

He looked so frail. He was rocking, as if he was testing out his body or the world around it. Whether he wanted it to change or stay the way it was, Blinky didn't even think Jim knew.

His eyes were feverish and his pupils were dilated, flickering around the room in a sleep-deprived haze. How long had it been since he had slept…?

Aha, here it is.

Blinky set a blue hand on the page he flipped to. Delicately, he traced a finger along the runes as if greeting an old friend. He scanned down the page until he found what he was looking for.

"Master Jim, I think what you're experiencing is what humans call 'Depersonalization Disorder'."

"What is de-person-a-ton disorder?" Arrrgh asked, confused. Blinky cleared his throat.

"Depersonalization Disorder. It's a mental disorder in which the affected feels fundamentally detached or wrong in their body or environment."

Jim shook his head and continued rocking, nails digging into the soft skin under his arm and in the crook of his elbow. No—his mom was a doctor. A good one too. She would have known early on if he had anything of the sort, and he had never had any feelings similar to this before. He scratched harder, skin peeling off and sticking under his nails. Maybe if he—maybe if he got deep enough he could rip this skin off and be free and—

"Master Jim! You are injuring yourself!"

Jim snapped back into reality for a second. His nails. They were embedded in his skin. He was bleeding. Scarlet welling up around his nails and slowly sliding down his forearm.

Blinky was bustling around, looking for bandages or anything to stop the flow. It wasn't like the injury was life-threatening, but it still needed medical treatment.

The troll grabbed a roll of gauze and some cleaning ointment, walking over to the Trollhunter. He grabbed the teen's left arm, and cleaned the scratches hastily, wrapping the appendage up with a furrowed brow.

Jim watched with a blank stare, as if he didn't realize that it was his arm that was being treated.

Silence. A whole minute of it. Jim's eyes darted around Blinky's form without actually looking at him. He must be trapped in his thoughts.

"...not that."

Blinky, well, blinked. He looked up at the boy, who was now back in the present.

"Not what, Master Jim?"

"Not what you said. Not the...Depersonalization thing. My mom would have figured that out by now if I had it."

The boy had a point. He wasn't stupid, and neither was his mother or the people she worked with. If Jim had shown any signs of a mental disorder before in his life, Dr. Lake would have been on it immediately. Damn. Crossing that off the list then.

That left Blinky in a predicament. Depersonalization Disorder was the only human disease he could think of, and as far as he knew, there was not a troll disease that went to the extremity Jim was feeling…

There was a call from out front. The gravely accented voice of Not-Enrique. The changeling and his familiar-linked-sister, Claire, had entered. The blue troll motioned for Arrrgh to go greet them. The great troll grunted in understanding and lumbered out.

"...Jim," Blinky hesitated, glancing up at the boy, "how about you...explain what it is you are experiencing. If I can understand the extremities of your predicament I might be able to discover the cause of it."

Jim blinked, slow to process the sentence. Trying to build up the words to explain what he was feeling to Blinky seemed nearly impossible. It was hard to concentrate when all his brain was focusing on was his instincts' overwhelming drive to get him out of this foreign body.

He looked over one of Blinky's shoulders as Claire and Not-Enrique walked in, followed by Arrrgh. The thespian's brows were furrowed, so the troll must have filled her in on the situation.

"Jim, are you okay?" She asked, almost tripping over a few trinkets as she walked up to him, "Well, that's a stupid question of course you're not okay, but I want you to know that you'll be okay. Toby's already on his way back from his driving test, he already texted and said he got his license, so that's exciting. Oh god I'm rambling aren't I? Sorry, I'm nervous."

Jim smiled despite the overwhelming panic coursing through his veins. His heart fluttered slightly at the gesture. "It's the thought that counts. Tell Tobes I'm proud of him."

Claire smiled and squeezed his hand, hopping up on the table beside him and pulling out her phone to deliver Jim's message to Toby.

Jim closed his eyes tight and let out a fast huff of breath as Claire started typing, turning back to Blinky. "I-I feel like my body is constricting on me. Like I—like I'm too big for it and it's fighting me. Or maybe like it's too full and it's being stretched but I'm inside it and it's crushing me because it can't expand any more."

Against his will, Jim choked on his own tears. He scrubbed at them angrily and coughed to clear his throat. "Also it—it feels weaker than its supposed to be or-or at least than I feel like it's supposed to be. I'm not running as fast as I thought I could or seeing as clearly or breathing as deeply or—or…"

He trailed off, shivering as he ran out of words. Claire leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder to comfort him.

Jim gave her a thankful glance, before continuing. "This body just feels...wrong. Which I know it shouldn't, I grew up in it right? This is the only body I've ever known, and now I've woken up and it feels like I'm in some stranger's body instead. And it's just so frustrating and I'm scared."

Blinky hummed, stroking his chin with one of his hands. "I don't think I've heard of anything of the sort before, Master Jim. Now I don't mean to alarm you, but I am not sure that I have the right contoxon to cure you—if there is a cure at all!"

"Naw, don't be ridiculous. I know exactly what it is you're feelin'." Not-Enrique interrupted with the gravelly, rock grinding voice he had. This caused heads to swivel towards the small changeling in bewilderment.

"What are you talking about?" Claire asked her not-brother, raising an eyebrow. Not-Enrique rolled his slit eyes, and hopped up onto the table next to Jim.

"What I mean is, Jim's feelin' some stuff very similar to something us changelings get. I dunno the exact word for it, but it happens when we've been human-looking for a few days." He said, picking between his teeth with his nail.

"Usually it takes quick switch to get the feelin' to go away. Guess it has somethin' to do with pretendin' to be a fleshbag for long periods at a time." He continued, "it ain't natural even for us changelings, why d'ya think I was only lookin' like that baby when it was necessary?"

There was a pause as the others processed the sentence. "Okay, but only one problem: I'm not a changeling." Jim said, brow furrowing.

There was a mutual hum from all in the room.

Well, almost all.

Blinky was thinking. A sudden, unexplainable and insane idea had popped into his head.

"Blinky?" Jim asked, noticing his mentors inability to agree with his statement. The blue troll turned six eyes onto the Trollhunter.

"Master Jim, your father was human, correct?"

There was a silence for a moment as the teen processed the sentence. When he answered, agitation was dripping from his voice.

"Yes? What—do you think I'm an actual changeling?"

Blinky didn't answer, opting instead to purse his lips and walk over to another her section in the library. Troll's didn't know much about changelings— in all of his centuries he had only come across two books on them, but maybe…

Jim was getting more and more anxious by Blinky's silence. Mixed with the delirium of his situation, and the mention of his deadbeat excuse of a father, his voice raised in pitch and sound and turned into some mixture between a yell and a growl of frustration.

"Blinky, I've handled a gaggletack plenty of times! If I—if I were a changeling, we would definitely have known." He cracked, Claire grabbed a hold of his hand and squeezed, trying to calm him down.

The four armed troll found the two books that had to do with changelings before he answered his mentee.

"Master Jim, by all means, any evidence convicting you of being a changeling has been negative. All logic proves that you should be human…"

There was a deafening silence as Blinky trailed off, interrupted only by the frantic flipping of pages.

Jim had to swallow a few times so that the lump in his throat would allow him to speak. "But..?" He choked, a complete juxtaposition from his voice from a few seconds ago. Claire's grip tightened on his.

"But the evidence hasn't ruled out the fact that you may be half changeling, Master Jim."

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