[1] 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 [Trollhunters]

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE ACCIDENTAL DISCOVERY

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘌𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛
❝ 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝.. 𝐠𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭.. 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲...❞

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘, news of the little boy's disappearance spread all throughout town. Numerous media outlets rushed to the location where he was last believed to have vanished. The area was now a hive of activity, with police cars forming a blockade to protect the potential crime scene and ensure that investigators could carry out their work undisturbed.

"Many people here in town have questions as to how this could have happened in the first place. And we're here live at the scene where the disappearance is believed to have occurred..."

Reporters and camerapersons from various news agencies gathered around the perimeter, eager to capture any updates or developments. The atmosphere was tense, and concerned citizens could be seen lingering nearby, anxiously hoping for any news that might shed light on the boy's whereabouts.

Behind the police barricades, investigators meticulously combed the area for any traces of evidence that could help unravel the mystery. They searched for clues, spoke to witnesses, and analyzed the surroundings for any leads that might guide them in their quest to find the missing child.

News updates flashed on television screens and social media platforms, urging anyone with information to come forward and assist the police in their search efforts.

The neighbor in question who was watching over the little boy at the time was swiftly seen as a main suspect by authorities. They had raided the lady's home for any possible evidence that could have led to this but found nothing. They would eventually let the woman off the hook as she wasn't involved.

Meanwhile, the family of the little boy, distraught and worried, stayed close to the site, hoping for a breakthrough. The heart-wrenching situation gripped the entire town, and the disappearance of the young child weighed heavily on everyone's minds. The mother couldn't contain her tears and her emotions got the better of her.

She stared distraughtly into the camera as she pleaded with the audience to help find her son before breaking into more tears, sniffling into her wrinkled up damp napkin as family and friends comforted her in the background.

Despite the relentless efforts of law enforcement, the case remained shrouded in uncertainty. The news outlets continued to report on the ongoing search, maintaining the public's attention in the hope that someone, somewhere, would provide a critical piece of information that could bring an end to the distressing ordeal.

"That's really freaked up," Lorraine Sinclair said, still staring at the TV as she was working on her homework.

"The sad thing is that stuff like these happen every day," Aunt Minerva sadly informed as she was busy in the kitchen, chopping up some carrots for dinner's soup.

"Where is your sister, dinner's almost ready," Uncle Henry put his book down on the coffee table.

"I don't know. Out exploring, I guess?"