Hello guys! From now on, I will try my damndest to bring this story back from the dead, since I know that before that last chapter, I haven't updated for like a month. I'll try to get back into it, since I really am lacking in the fan fiction department.

Actually, at the moment of writing this, I just remembered that I had promised a Voltron fanfic. Which I haven't begun writing.

Hm.

I suck at promises don't I? Anyway, I hope you guys can at least enjoy this chapter a little bit.

Vlad decided to take a risk today.

He always hung back in the woods, being unable to be go out into the daylight. This meant he wasn't able to see where Coraline went at all times of the day.

This infuriated Vlad.

"Oh, curse my utter stupidity! How could I have not predicted this situation sooner? Of course my confounded species wouldn't allow for daylight travel," seethed Vlad. He gritted his sharp teeth, and raged on. "I am too good for this kinds of minute mistakes! Too grand! Too magnificent! What kind of idiot makes these kinds of mistakes!?" Vlad continued to both compliment and degrade himself at the same time. Somehow, his ego doesn't shatter.

And then he roared. Who knew trolls could do such a thing?

The noise was grandiose, and reached into the depths of the even grander heaps of rocks surrounding Arcadia. Animals instantly recognized the noise as something sinister, something more terrifying than the predators that stalked them daily. Something wicked that way came, and instinct had predators and prey alike scamper away in fear.

Trees blew back a bit from the sheer force of it. The wind could only dream of making the lanky and firm trees sway with such strength.

The adverse sound reached the town of Arcadia. The noise affected the moods of the thousands of individuals unfortunate enough to hear it. Barbara looked up from the morphine she was giving to a patient, and listened. She grew worried. Just what the heck made that kind of noise? It must've been a very large animal for it to reach all the way to Arcadia.

It reached the high school, as well. It seeped into the very hearts of the once happy students, and they grew fearful of the thing in the woods. The whispers, and the many births of rumors began. What was that sound? What made that sound? No, grizzly bears don't make that sort of roar. No, mountain lions weren't nearly as loud. Besides, the woods aren't that close to us. It was something bigger. I thought it was a really, really big grisly bear!Or maybe a black bear! I heard that it was a 10 foot tall black bear. It was definitely a 15 foot mountain lion; I mean, I even saw it!

Jim paid no mind to the exponentially increasing chatter, and looked towards the waning echo of the roar, and grew serious.

"What the heck?", Jim muttered, slowly turning toward the source of the sound. "Jim?", Claire asked nervously. Toby looked up to his friend. Jim wore a determined look on his face, and watched as he put his hand into his bag, and instantly knew.

Jim was planning to go after the source of the noise. It seemed like Claire had figured it out at the same time.

"Jim," Claire warned, grabbing Jim's arm tightly, "what are you thinking?"

Jim looked at her, his previous serious and determined expression disappearing, and gave her a soft smile. His brows were furrowed, and he was just as worried as Claire was. Claire looked into his eyes, wide-eyed, and secretly hoped that maybe he wouldn't get himself in danger again. That maybe he'd stay and let the police handle it for once. But that roar…

It's unlike I've ever heard, Claire thought, It's unlike any animal I've studied. He has to go after it! He's the Trollhunter!

But that didn't stop her from wanting different.

Toby got to it before she did. "Well, if you're going after that thing," Toby slapped a hand on Jim's shoulder. He staggered. "We're gonna go after it with you. It's not just you anymore. We're all Trollhunters!"

Jim stared at his best friend, and his girlfriend, and grinned like he had just won the lottery. God, he was so lucky to have the friends that he had. "Aw, thanks guys! You're both the best teammates a Trollhunter could ask for!", Jim exclaimed. They all laughed at that statement, and ignored the afternoon bell guiding them to their last few classes.

The look of perseverance returned. Jim commanded, "Okay, guys, we have to alert Blinky of this. He'll probably have already heard the roar, but we're going just to make sure. We're going after that thing. It is not an animal."

Vlad royally screwed up. He shouldn't have roared. He had hoped to bring upon the death of the Trollhunter quietly. He hadn't meant to bring notice of his existence, but now that he had done it, he only got even more furious at himself.

Then, he thought of the situation at hand. The Trollhunter most likely had a family… With the news of his death, he could cause more damage! He could revel in the pain and torment of these people. Perhaps he could even kill them off...

"Ooh, this is going to be marvelous…", Vlad thought. He cackled, and slinked away somewhere, waiting for Coraline to return to her makeshift house in the impossibly dark woods. Somewhere in the thicket, the huge troll, complete with gargantuan claws caked in dry animal blood cackled maniacally. As he slithered back to the hiding spot from where he came from, he thought more deeply about what had just happened.

The insane grin that appeared on his face couldn't be compared to anything else. The toothy, crazy smile reached from horn to horn, and he sliiiiiicked his tongue out. "Actually, I can let the Trollhunter come to me. Oh, this is the best impromptu plan I have ever thought up!

"Just you wait, mortal, I'm coming for your flesh!"

The sound of psychotic laughter beleaguered the pines and the oaks. His plan, while beginning to appear sloppy, was unraveling at the seams. The feeling of dread and uneasiness never really left the forest for the longest time.

Coraline walked straight to her makeshift home, but had felt extremely paranoid the whole walk there. Of course she had heard the roar - she was already on the way home -

She couldn't quite explain it, but for the past few days, something had been nagging at her. A certain feeling that she couldn't quite place for three days until she figured it out; it was dread. Anxiety. Paranoid that something was going to happen.

But anxious of what exactly? Finals? No, it was still the middle of the school year. The teachers? Aside from the cacophony of yelling and angry yelling occasionally coming from the P.E. teacher, most of the teachers were pretty nice. However, that Strickler guy seemed weird...

So if it wasn't school, what what is it? It can't be my parents, she thought, they don't know where I am. Wait, hold on.

What do my parents look like again?

At this thought, Coraline paused. She stood amidst the plethora of leafy greens, and beleaguered by the noise of nature. Vlad stopped to observe her as well. He had been hiding in the trees branches, and was perched on top, out of sight from Coraline. He stared intently, never blinking, and wondered what she was thinking. Why she had stopped walking. Coraline kept thinking, kept trying to imagine her parents faces. Kept trying to grasp at a picture of them.

But she couldn't seem to get a hold of them.

"Oh, mierda. What do my parents look like?! No recuerdo su apariencia! Porque no pueden recordar como se ven!?", she shrieked, putting her hands over her face. She began to hyperventilate. Vlad's eyes bulged out of his head as he realized what was happening to Coraline.

Shoot! Vlad thought, the enchantment is wearing off. She's becoming more cognizant!

Vlad gritted his teeth, and turned to run back to the troll dealer to kill him for swindling. However, while turning, the already fragile branch he was perched on gave a sickening and horrific CRACK! Vlad whipped his head around to find Coraline still in the clearing.

She was looking straight at him.

Coraline screamed.

Jim, accompanied with Claire and Toby, stomped at a steady and stern pace through the woods. Jim donned his Daylight armor and sword, while Claire and Toby held their weapons close to themselves: The Shadow Staff and the Warhammer respectively. The three friends were on edge, and at every sound, they had stopped to listen to see if it would continue or not. It was safe to say they were a bit afraid of the thing in the woods, but they would never reveal that fact to each other. Toby, Claire, and Jim all had determined looks on their faces.

That is, until they heard a loud shriek coming from their left.

"Who was that!?", Claire exclaimed.

"Let's go!", Jim ordered, and all three sprinted through the shrub, swatting away stray branches. They jumped, and hopped over rocks and broken branches. They came up to a clearing in the woods, a road in the thicket. There, Coraline had sat on the dirt floor, stammering, and making a series of noises that would only be made out of fear. Claire's stern look softened, and she squatted down to her level, and quickly asked, "What happened, Coraline?"

Coraline continued to stammer, and suddenly just burst into tears, flinging herself onto Claire. Claire was taken aback, but still slowly began to pat the sobbing teenager on the back. Jim watched as Claire attempted to calm Coraline down enough to tell him that, "That...thing...went that way!" Coraline points to further down the woods, down the shrubbery in front of them. The space was dark, and even further down the trees it was pitch-black. Perfect place for a hiding spot, Jim thought.

He asked, "What did it look like?"

Coraline sobbed, but managed to croak, "It...It had looked grey? It's eyes... they were a sick shade of yellow! Oh god, its eyes!"

Coraline continued to sob heavily, and she was hyperventilating. She continued to wail into Claire's shoulders, effectively making her more and more uncomfortable. Toby knelt down, and began to rub Coraline's back in hopes of calming her down. Jim sighed in frustration. There is no way she is calming down soon enough, Jim thought. A bright blue luminescence shined and sparkled, then faded as the washy blue armor disappeared, revealing normal clothes underneath.

"Hey."

Coraline looked up at Jim, tears still streaming down her face. Jim held his hand out, a soft smile forming on his face. Coraline stared blankly at the offered hand, and back at Jim. It stayed like that for a few seconds before she finally took Jim's hand in hers, and was lifted from the ground. She looked like a mess. Her clothes were riddled with dirt. Her face was filled with tear tracks, and was as red as a tomato. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bloodshot. She kept sniffling, and it seemed almost unending and lasted forever. The hiccups started. Eventually, she began to wipe her eyes, and sniffles, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry for being -hic- so gross..."

She attempts to wipe her face with her jacket sleeve. Claire, bless her good soul, offered Coraline a tissue, and she hurriedly took it and blew into it. It was pretty loud, in Toby's opinion.

He gently asked, "Better?"

Coraline erratically nodded, not saying a word. "Ugh, I'm sorry," she started, "I didn't mean to look so disgusting." She chuckled.

"Nah, it's totally fine," Toby joked, "I look disgusting pretty much all the time!" Jim retaliated jokingly, "Toby, c'mon!"

"C'mon, it's true!" Everyone laughed, and it finally seemed to put the smile back into the previously crying girl.

As soon as the laughing and good times stopped, Coraline turned to look at Claire and Toby and asked nonchalantly, "So, uh, what's with the cosplay props?"

Confused looks went around until they realized, Oh no. The weapons. They scrambled for an excuse before Jim blurt out, "Were really huge nerds about anime and video games! We do this a lot about...what day is it today? Monday, yeah... Monday." Coraline raised an eyebrow, and instantly chuckled, a hand going to her face.

Jim thought, Dang it, she knows that this is all b.s. Welp, I'm done. I'm dead. I'm gone.

"Jim, please don't tell me you think I'm that stupid to believe you guys like role playing so much that you don full, bright blue armor on, complete with a huge sword that looks pretty authentic."

Claire and Toby stared agape, and widened their eyes. Clearly they hadn't thought that maybe that excuse wasn't going to work the twentieth time they tried it.

Jim stiffened, and scrambled to find an excuse before just sighing and confronting the sickening truth of what he has to do. Great, Jim thought, Blinky is going to be so mad at me for this.

To be honest guys, this is most likely the longest chapter on this story. That's a bit embarrassing. And pathetic. Mostly pathetic.

I guess I can't really write a huge chapter, haha. Anyway, I hope you can enjoy this chapter. I started this a while ago, and it's actually summer now. This means that I can finally start to update this story more often.

I hope you guys like this! Have a happy Pride Month and a happy summer!