I personally believe that this is one of my best non-original works. It's still in progress and won't be finished any time soon, but I figure I should give you guys some content while you wait for Angsty Cupcake to be finished. Please please please, review, it's the only thing that keeps me writing and I NEED motivation right now.

Let The Chaos Ensue...

Chapter 1: Becoming P1

The first thing Jim did was swear. Violently.

That was as he saw Kanjigar and Bular battling on the bridge, and he realized he had been once again. Sent back in time.

Only this time, he didn't wake up in his room. He woke up in the woods as the sun was rising, and he was a troll.

Luckily he was wearing his hoodie.

From the shadows he watched as Kanjigar stepped into the sun and crashed into the canals. He reached out for him and cried, a pained roar escaping his lips. He'd always known that his predecessor had died from the fall off the bridge, but not that it was at his own hand.

Bular roared and stalked away.

And Jim slowly began weaving a plan in his mind.

"Jim, I swear, if you don't come back…" Her words were empty as tears ran down her face. "Don't go! Jim. I… I can't, not without you."

"Don't worry about me," he said. He held her face in his large hands, one gloved by obsidian armor. "I'll make it back to you. I promise." Pressing his horns against her forehead, he kissed her lips gently, then flicked the tip of her nose with his tongue. "Remember, I love you. Promise you'll remember?"

She hugged him tightly, threading her fingers through his dark scruff. "I promise." She let go and he ran headfirst toward danger with his newly found allies.

Silently, but quickly, he ran to his house. He didn't know how this time magic worked, so he needed to see if his human counterpart still existed in this time stream. If not, well, they'd be having problems. He didn't exactly look like he used to.

He had to avoid the sun, which was problematic at the least. Considering he was barefoot, was wearing pants that were the equivalent of capris, and didn't have gloves. There was also the large stretch from the edge of the forest, to his back door.

At least he didn't turn to stone when he was in the sun. It just hurt like hell.

Making a mad dash across the backyard he reached the back door and thanked the ancients that he was naive at this point in time and never locked the back door.

He slammed it behind him and ducked beneath the window, looking at his exposed glowing stone slowly repairing itself.

Jim glanced up at the clock, 5:30. Which meant that if human Jim was still here, he only had half an hour before he was up.

Ignoring the pain from his burns, he silently stalked up the stairs. He crawled forward and opened his old bedroom door, a lanky human boy sleeping with a magazine on his face.

The half troll sighed, he entered the room and silently shut the door behind him. It was weird, surreal even, to see himself as a human. It had been a while since he'd been turned into a troll. Two or three years. It was the face of a stranger, not to mention it's weird to see one's self like this. Looking on yourself outwardly.

He crouched in the shady part of the room, staring at himself. Trying to figure out what he was going to do, he almost reached under the bed for 'A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore: Vol. 47' but knew that wouldn't be there for at least a week.

Going through his whole time as the trollhunter in Arcadia he tried to form a plan. He pulled the obsidian amulet out of his pocket and started at it. Tossing it in thought, it landed face down, the six chambers staring at him.

Watching himself work was… odd. Weird, would be another word.

But he did, waiting for human Jim to finish and leave, he had to make sure that he got the amulet. He didn't know if he now existed within, or outside of this timeline. But he didn't want to chance blinking himself out of existence.

He made a promise, after all.

He followed Toby and himself to the canals, watching from the underside of the bridge, wishing his friend and old self would be more respectful to the fallen. Even if that is what he'd done in the past, he knew better now.

He laughed as the two boys heard the late bell and scrambled off to school. He climbed on the beams, about ready to jump down when his enhanced eyesight saw Blinkey, watching from a sewer tunnel. Fascinated with the prospect of a human trollhunter.

Inwardly, Jim thought. If you think a human trollhunter is outlandish right now, what would you think of me? He laughed as he jumped into the shade of the bridge and walked to the entrance of Trollmarket.

Jim wondered why he always wore skinny jeans as a human. There was almost no room in the pockets for anything. As a troll, the only kind of pants that fit were cargo pants. And they had a large number of pockets that made his life easier.

He silently thanked Daya for his pockets now because they were not only making his life easier, but saving his half troll ass.

Pulling out his horngazle, he ducked inside and smiled at the bright colors of the crystals as they lit up. Feeling the full extent of the healthy heartstone. He ran down the stairs he stopped and smiled at the sight of a full, safe, healthy, busy, Trollmarket.

An idea entered his head, one he knew he shouldn't entertain. But he could save EVERYONE! He knew better now, he was more powerful, he could change everything! Save himself from the fate of living with a foot in both worlds. Save Claire from getting possessed. Save Draal. Vendal. Save the Heartstone. Leave Merlin asleep for the rest of his worthless existence.

He smiled at that last one, but no. He had to let the timeline play out. At least till he found out if drastic changes now would affect him. He had a plan to figure out if he existed outside this timeline, but he wasn't sure how far that could go. Afterall, time is such a fickle thing.

He jumped down into the market, but stayed hidden. Running behind and through a few shops, he grabbed some more trollish clothing. He pulled off his hoodie and T-shirt. Sliding on a thick leather vest. It had no pockets or seams, just simple, brown, animal skin. He grabbed a handful of dirt, and smeared it all over his pants, using his claws and cutting holes in the fabric to make them look worn and trashy.

No way was he wearing a loincloth, and none of the trousers in the shops would fit him in a million years. He could pass the pants for something he found in a dumpster, claim he was a traveler. He stashed his other clothes in a small cluster of gems.

The first bit of his plan had gone smoothly, other Jim got the amulet, Blinkey hadn't seen him. He'd gotten some more Trollmarket-appropriate-clothes. And he was going to enjoy this next part, immensely.

Without a care in the world, he walked through Trollmarket. Others spotting him looked at him with wary expressions. Very few species of troll were his size, unless of course, they were changelings.

As soon as he got to the town square, where Draal originally confronted, or will confront him, he stopped in the middle and smiled. Taking in a deep breath, he let out a bloodcurdling roar.

The whole of Trollmarket stopped. Whelps began crying, trolls young and old alike froze.

Was he being careless? No.

That kind of roar, one not heard by the residents of this timeline before, would draw the attention of the one who thinks it's his job to protect Trollmarket from within.

Not a minute later, Draal The Deadly rolled up in all his Sonic the Hedgehog glory. He stopped and pounded the ground, a good distance away from Jim. One that allowed caution, but still room to attack.

"You, I don't know you. But you are too small to have the roar of a champion." Draal gave a slight grin as he sneered at Jim.

Changing his stance, he grinned at his old friend. Draal's words easily reminding him that this, however, was not the troll he would like to call his brother. "My enemies underestimated me. That is why I'm a champion," he said cooly.

Draal narrowed his eyes, other trolls watching the odd scene play out. Most trolls that passed through Heartstone Trollmarket, kept their heads down. Never had one come with such a presence.

"Who are you?" Draal asked.

Jim took steps forward, closing the distance to one that said he wasn't afraid of the larger troll. Tilting his head slightly, he gave a knowing grin. "I can't tell you that, it would make me lose my advantage."

"And what would that be?"

He placed his hands behind his back and took another large step forward. Smirking at the warrior. "Well, Draal the Deadly. I know everything about you, about this town and everyone in it. I know about the goings on of the surface. I even know of the future."

Draal glared back. "Bushigal! I'll have none of your lies."

"Well, you may have it your way. But I would like an audience with the Honorable Vendal. Would you take me to him? I grabbed your attention for a reason. Someone as respectable as you, would likely be able to gain me an audience with him." Jim softened his voice, he turned his back on Draal to gesture to the heartstone. Hoping the small show of trust would convince him.

Draal hummed in thought. "I suppose meeting with Vendal would be a good idea. This way… Dagen."

Jim smiled at the nick-name given, meaning dark haired one. He allowed Draal to lead him to Vendal's chambers. Keeping a respectful distance. And leaving a slew of curious trolls behind and in their wake.

The older troll turned to the younger and asked him to wait. Entering the heartstone and leaving Jim allone. He listened to Draal explain the circumstances and Vendal became eager to let him in.

Draal came out and held his hand to the entrance. "You have been allowed an audience."

Jim smiled and thanked him. He entered the dwelling and before Vendal could say a word, Jim was on his knee. Exposing his scruff fully to show a deep respect he held for the elder. "Honorable Vendal, esteemed leader of Trollmarket. Thank you for allowing me your audience."

Vendal tried to hide his shock, but after a moment stopped and just smiled. "Stand, stranger. I acknowledge you, thank you for your respect." Jim stood. "Draal tells me, you have the cry of a warrior, the confidence of an idiot, and the supposed knowledge of the future. What do you have to say?"

He didn't make eye contact, but looked to the base of Vendal's staff instead. In a confident and clear voice he spoke. "I am the warrior that no one expected to live, by my size they judged me, and by their arrogance they fell. I have experience beyond my years, and my confidence is only used when needed. As for my knowledge, I know of many things. Which is why I am here." He looked up to face Vendal, who had silent curiosity spelled on his face.

"What is it you wish to discuss?"

"Well, I wish for a trade. If I may propose one."

Jim struggled to sound confident, or even eloquent at this point.

"Go on."

"The Sharik Stone, for information." He tensed before adding. "However, the information is free. And whether you grant me the stone or not, I will share choice knowledge with you."

Vendal hummed in confused amusement. "You are not very good at bargaining."

"It is no bargain, just a request for something I need."

"And the information?"

"Kanjigar," Jim paused and took a breath. "He was slain this morning at the hand of Bular."

The elder froze, he looked up and down the smaller troll for some tell of a lie but found none. "You look saddened by this, did you know him?"

Jim shook his head, "Not in the way you, or Blinkus, or Argamond knew him."

Vendal took a breath. "I see your knowledge does have some depth. And what do you need the Sharik stone for?"

Jim gave an odd smile. His ears swiveling to make sure Draal was out of hearing range. "The new Trollhunter, he will need guidance. I wish to help him. However, I will need to be able to roam the surface freely to do so."

"The amulet has called so soon?" Vendal hummed to himself. "And why would you need to roam the surface to do that?"

"Do you wish to find out by me, or by the order by which fate has prepared?"

"Fighting fate is futile, but for one to be prepared for it is another thing. I always wish to be prepared."

"The Trollhunter's name is James Lake Jr. or Jim. He is a human. And as we speak, Blinky follows him from the shadows. I have traveled both worlds, and I wish to aid him."

"Propostorus, the Amulet of Daylight…"

"Was crafted for trolls. Need I remind you, the Amulet of Merlin, was also crafted by a human. A visionary one at that. I agree it is absurd. But this human now holds a greater destiny than you or he could imagine."

Jim could see himself quickly finding favor in the elder's eyes.

"But you could? And I suppose you know more."

Jim nodded. "I do, but I can't reveal more, I don't want to damage something I have little knowledge about."

"You are wise despite your age. How old are you?"

"I actually don't know… equivalently, 20 human years."

"How could you not know?" Vendal looked incredulous.

Jim smiled and shrugged, "no one ever told me."

"I suppose no one ever told you your name either?" Vendal smiled slightly.

"We could go with that," Jim smiled as well.

"Well, seeing as I know almost nothing of the human world in its current state, and your wardrobe and knowledge. I have no other choice than to trust you."

"Really?"

"Hmm, no. But I see the respect you have for me and for Trollmarket. Even for Draal and his father. Though I know for a fact, that you have never passed through here before. So you must have some good intent."

"So the Sharik stone?" He asked nervously.

"I will grant it to you, though I do not see how you will use it. However, if you knew of its existence, I suppose you have a plan for it."

He nodded. "I do, thank you elder."

Vendal left, then came back with the sun walkers stone. It was black, with a glowing, orange sun at the centre. Taking it with extreme care, he gave a respectful goodbye. Ensuring that he would see him again. Before he was fully gone, he was asked to send Draal back. So that the news of his father could be told.

He gave a solemn nod and left. Once alone, he pulled out the amulet and placed the stone inside. The dials spun, and the gem glowed black with the same sun in the middle before returning to it's normal red.

Replacing it in his pocket he followed Draal's scent to the pub. He'd never actually had glug, but now it smelled oh so sweet to his senses. Ignoring the pleasant smell, he found Draal.

"The stranger returns, you have need of me?"

"Vendal has sent for you," Jim replied.

Draal turned to his drinking buddies and spoke. "I must take leave,"

Jim stopped Draal outside of the pub briefly. "Draal, I know you don't know who I am. But I hope to soon become allies. Despite what may happen in the coming weeks, allow me to be your friend." Jim bowed.

"You seem small, though you speak with strength. I know not of what is to come. But you have my respect," Draal returned the bow. "What can I call you?"

Jim barked, his way of laughing. Slightly shocking the other troll. He settled for a real laugh. "I have no name yet, not here at least. I shall make one of my own, in time."

Draal nodded and headed to the Heartstone once again.

No, hiding in his own basement while two other trolls were hiding in his basement was not the best idea, but he wanted to see himself scream like a little girl.

He struggled to not laugh at how ridiculous he looked the whole time.

But he honestly didn't have anything better to do until he figured out how to reveal himself to the others. And it had to be when they were all together and on board. But before they entered Trollmarket the first time. He needed to be with himself when they encountered Draal. Just so he realized whose side he was on.

Making it clear that he was his friend first. Then siding with himself. Hopefully that would work.

The Sharik stone worked perfectly, he didn't even need the amulet to be active. It was bonded to him after all. Being in the sun again… bliss. Until he realized he couldn't stand in plain sight while soaking up the sun.

As morning neared, he began tiering. And fell asleep in the rafters of the basement.