First, I'd like to apologize for the many spelling and grammatical errors in the first chapter. I do plan to fix them in the futrue. Second, the chapter titles will occasionally be hilarious. And third, please enjoy Chapter two of 'Corbin City Chaos'.
I do not own Trollhunters- I'm just obsessed with it.
"Master Jim, could you please take leave from your brute like behavior and assist us in moving these supplies?"
"Sure thing... OOOF!" I get a backhand to the stomach. Sending me flying back into a tree.
"ARRRGG!," I cough out the words, breathless. "Foul play." Blinky stops Skinner from running after me.
"He's fine, Skinner." Blinky glares at ARRRGGG!
"He's right, I just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all," I say.
"I don't understand you." Skinnier says.
"Don't have too. Just know that getting backhanded by a giant stone troll doesn't hurt." I pull out the smallest garbage bag -which is smaller than the one piece of trash I threw to ARRRGGG!- and hand it to Skinner. He about drops it. "You got it?"
Through exasperated wheezing, he says, "Got... it."
I hand the larger ones to ARRRGGG!, some to Blinky and carry the rest in myself.
The whole way Skinner is trying not to drop the bag while gasping for breath. I take his small bag and carry it myself and let him take a break.
"Whew, thanks. What is in that?"
"Part of an engine block, I think."
"Those weigh over 300 pounds! How much can you lift?"
"The most I've ever lifted was probably Gunmar, who is about as big as ARRRGGG!"
"Him? He's like the size of a large pickup truck, and he is made of stone… oh. Now I get it."
"There you go."
There is silence for a moment as we walk down the sewage lines.
"So, three months you've been traveling?"
"Yup, just about. We've been all over the country at a snail's pace." I glance at Blinkey, "But I think we've finally found what we're looking for." He smiles and nods, confirming news I missed while I was out.
I can hear the noise coming from ahead.
"Skinner, this time…"
"I know. Don't be afraid. They are your friends, they won't hurt me."
"No, these trolls don't really care for humans too much. Stay with me, Claire, Blinky, or ARRRGGG!." Visible dread appears on his face, "You are safe here. They just don't understand a lot of human things. Like, humans are breakable, and you can't give them a friendly slap on the back without actually breaking their back. They are just really rough."
"If you mean they are as rough as you are with ARRRGGG! then I think I'll just help from a distance."
"Ha, I spent time with these trolls as a human for almost a year. You'll be fine. Even Claire has been living with us for the duration of our journey. And fought alongside me before I was a troll, I still had to fight as a human too, you know. I used to be like 5'7'' and I… well you saw when I had the glamor mask."
"I wasn't going to say anything, but your legs, what the crap? I didn't know that it was physically possible to have legs that skinny."
"Sure, pick at the thing I was most insecure about as a human. But they aren't skinny twigs anymore." I say.
"True that!" He says glancing at my armor covered thighs. We enter the area of trolls and Skinner once again shrinks behind me. His face is pale and beads of sweat quickly form on his forehead. I call Claire over.
"Claire, can you show him around?" I lower my voice, "Keep him safe and out of trouble."
"And spend some time with another human being? Duh."
"Do I not count?"
"Half-troll, half boyfriend. Does not count."
"Hahaha. Because the 'half troll, half something else' bit hasn't gotten old in the past three months." I say sarcastically.
I take the supplies to the center of camp and declare it a free for all. Trolls come charging from all corners and grab at the delicious food. I clamber out of the crowd and pull free from the chaos, keeping hold of a couple old tools.
"Blinky," I walk in his direction. He stares at the crowd in horror, looking afraid to try and get some food. "Here." I hand him the tools.
"Thank you, Jim. But what about you?"
"I had Skinner's shoes," I say, hiding the fact that, that was one of the first things I've eaten in almost two weeks. Just then it occurred to me that the fact that I had barely eaten. And the grumbling pain in my stomach was the reason my cut was so deep.
"Alright then," He says.
"So, the heartstone. Merlin found it?" I ask
"Indeed. And now what? The Heartstone in Troll Market was deep beneath the surface, and the protective barrier? How did you guys get down to the first one." Just as I ask, I feel a chill run down my spine. The kind that can only be brought on by a powerful jerk wizard
"By magic, my dear boy."
"Is this the town we're gonna live under Merlin?"
"I believe it is." I fidget with the collar of the armor. "Is there something on your mind young Trollhunter?"
"You said that the armor would deactivate on its own. How come it hasn't yet? I didn't think becoming a troll would mean I had to wear armor 24/7. It's pretty uncomfortable."
"I have told you before, you must be comfortable in your new skin, only then will the amulet return it's dormant state."
"How can I, when people see they run away screaming. I'm two feet taller. I have teeth like a saber tooth tiger. And horns bigger than a mountain goats rack. And everyone looks at me differently. How am I supposed to be comfortable in my new skin? This is hardly skin, it's stone!" I throw my arms in the air and growl loudly, the sound is heard through all the tunnels. "I'm done with this." I march off steaming.
How on earth do they expect me to be ok with this? I check the time, 5:30. It's too late to go out. I run like a mad animal down one of the sewer tunnels that leads to the exit. I sit down at the edge and stare at the fading stars. Slowly the dark sky turns lighter, slowly the sun creeps over the horizon, and I slowly scoot back from the edge of the tunnel so I don't get burned.
I miss the sun, the tingle of warmth that you get in the summer, the rays you can touch on Saturday mornings that come through the windows. Spending time in the sun with friends.
Gosh, I miss Toby. Him and ARRRGGG! came and found us while we were in Utah, while they were on a trip looking at rock formations. And I would have to agree, Utah does have some amazing rock formations. ARRRGGG! afterward, decided he wanted to continue on the trip with us. Toby didn't protest, he had Darcy, and Gnome Chompsky, and said.
"I know you'll come back, both of you. And soon."
The last part was more of a threat than anything else, and that was almost two months ago. But we've found the Heartstone, and we should be able to go back soon. I'm just glad I've had Claire. She's right about having some human company though, it's refreshing, and it helps me feel more normal.
"Jim, you butt! I've been looking for you for the past hour!" Claire walks comes down the tunnel, no longer in her armor, Skinner following. "I was worried you went off mad and went outside."
"No, just needed to think. Merlin said that the armor isn't going to come off until I'm comfortable in my new skin."
"Do you know what that means Jim? It means you have to accept yourself." she lowered herself in a similar fashion to how I sit when I'm relaxed, crouched on the balls of my feet. And puts her hand on my face, running it up to the tip of my left horn. Her eyes as loving as ever. But still…
"I've accepted it, I'm stuck like this for life. I can't go outside during the day, I have to eat trash! I accept it. And I'm beginning to accept that I am going to be in this armor for the rest of my life, and I am never getting a proper shower again." I groan through my teeth.
"Too bad too, you could really use one," Claire says, she smiles and giggles. My stomach grumbles so loud the ground could have shaken.
"Jim, did you not eat anything? You brought back so much." She puts her hand on my shoulder. I quickly pull away.
"I… I had some shoes an… and a wrench. I'm fine."
"You're not fine, I've been watching you give your food away to the smaller, weaker trolls for weeks. A soda can here and there is not enough! Trolls may be able to go without food for longer than humans, but your still part human Jim. It's probably why you got cut so deep. I'm going to town to find you something to eat."
Skinner, who stayed back and has been leaning on the tunnel wall for the whole conversation, has a worried look on his face. Speaks up.
"I'll drive you into town. I need to clean up the interrogation room, there was I crazy creature trashing the place at an unholy hour this morning." he smiles and crosses the threshold of daylight.
"We'll be back soon Jim." They walk harmlessly into the sun toward the Detective's squad car. I walk in the cold dark tunnel, back to camp.
I walk into the bustling intersection of tunnels. Past Blinky, inquiring about my whereabouts for the past hour. Past ARRRGGG! asking if I wanted to tussle. I ignore both of them. My stomach growls, the pain in my stomach grows, and I ignore that too. I go to the far tunnel where Claire set up her sleeping bag in her very small one-man tent. I sit cross-legged on my sleeping bag that sits guard in front of her tent.
Claire and Skinner won't be back for a while. So I slip into the sleeping bag and turn my face away from the other trolls. A few minutes later Blinky comes up behind me, most likely he wanting to make me feel better about the armor not deactivating. I'm not in the mood. I pretend to sleep, he sighs and walks away. I let my consciousness slip away, and I fall asleep.
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