"Check that ba-by out," Toby says, gazing through the glass pane,
Jim exhales through pursed lips, "Vespa 300 GTS Super, Singly-cylinder catalyzed four-stroke Quasar engine. Hmm..." He sighs,
"I have no idea what you just said, but sure," I laugh,
"Can you imagine me going down the road on that?" He asks, "wind whipping through my hair, Claire holding tight to my back..." He closes his eyes,
"Me, cruising in the sidecar next to ya," Toby adds, Jim looks at him confused, "Oh. You imagined you and Claire alone, didn't you?"
Jim sighs, pulling back from the window.
"What are the chances of your mom getting one for your birthday?" I ask,
"Only slightly worse than me winning the lottery and buying it myself,"
"Well, how much you got saved?" Toby asks,
"Only 328 bucks and 32 cents," He scoffs, "By the time I have enough, these things will drive themselves,"
A goblin rushes by behind us on a power line.
Jim gasps, "Did you see that?" He asks, pointing to where the goblin had appeared in the reflection of the window.
I follow Jim's eyes to the powerline, a goblin frantically looking around, carrying a baby wrapped like a potato, "Yeah, I see it."
"Goblin!" Jim yells, running across the street,
"What?"
"It's a goblin, with a baby!"
"Come on, Jim! It's just a bird!" Toby yells, chasing after us,
We turn in a dead-end alleyway(ish), the goblin laughs, disappearing. Jim crouches down, picking up a stuffed bunny.
"The was not a bird," I whisper, looking up,
"Chill out, man! This trollhunting is making you hallucinate!" Toby says, joining us, catching his breath, "I mean, what would a goblin want with a baby?"
"I don't know," Jim says, "but I'm gonna find out,"
"I think I have a pretty good guess,"
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Jim grunts, gripping onto the rocks, "So lemme get this straight," Fire shoots out of the walls and he screams, "Whooo. They steal babies..." He continues to climb, "So they can replace them... with changelings?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it," I say from my criss-cross sitting position on the floor,
"Uhhh, allegedly steal. I just saw a bird." Toby says,
"And, in order for a changeling to maintain its appearance in our world, no harm must come to the human child in theirs. I assure you, there is no safer place for a baby to be than the bowels of the Darklands nursery." Blinky says,
"It's unexpected but true," I say,
"Well, that's good to know," Jim says, another burst of fire coming from the wall,
"Whoa! Hold on, there. Okay, suppose they did take the baby to the Darklands. Isn't that where Gunmar is trying to escape from?" Toby asks, feeding Aaarrrggh,
"The doorway to his realm is sealed for now, but it doesn't exonerate the cracks that inevitably form over time. Cracks, that allow small things to pass,"
"Small, like babies and goblins," Aaarrrggh says,
"So, if we can find out whose baby was stolen, we'll find a changeling in its place, right?" Jim gasps, jumping over to another rock, "And once, we have the changeling," He grunts, "we'll have the proof to finally convince Vandel- AHHHH" He screams as he falls,
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Red ~ (Tales of Arcadia Fic)(x Reader/OC)
Fanfiction(Douxie x Reader) (Mentor/Student to Brother/Sister relationship Jim x Reader) When a portal drags you to the 12th century, your met with wizards, trolls, and a talking cat. 900 years later, you're faced with the task of guiding the new Trollhunter...
