I hope you guys like the sound of rain because it's going to be playing in this chapter for a reason. Also, this takes place during the events of " Gnome your enemy" but since Jim isn't the Trollhunter in this fic Kanjigar now has to deal with Gnomechompski
* English text * Trollish text
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Bular was at his lowest now. The dark thoughts and voices in his mind had almost won their fight to take over his head and he was losing more and more motivation to do anything other than barely survive. He had lost control of all of the changelings and he didn't eve care that Stricklander has essentially usurped his authority and has taken charge... he didn't even feel like commanding impures anymore.
He doesn't even remember how long it has been ever since he let Stricklander think he is in charge of everyone including himself all that matter to him now was trying to find any solace from his misery even for a second. Bular was half listening to Stricklander rambling as he allowed the impure to disrespect him since he had lost interest in his task at hand, the idea of being so close to success didn't help him feel better since all he wanted to was leave.
" OH Bular would you be a good gumgum prince and hand me that crate" Stricklander said condescendingly while Bular just shrugged and handed the impure the crate, he had truly fallen from whatever grace he had if he allowed any changeling let alone Waltolomew Stricklander to treat him like he was the impure's servant.
As soon as the sun went down left the history museum to take a walk outside ignoring Stricklander's warnings about the heavy rain all he wanted to do was go anyway outside. Hours went by and yet Bular can still feel the darkness in his heart looming as he wandered the streets of Arcadia Oaks. As the rain poured down he started to feel his exhaustion taking a toll on his body, he knew that if he kept this up it wouldn't be long before his body shuts down and he eventually dies...
Bular suddenly snapped out of his stupor when he heard the sound of crying. At first he thought he was imagining or hallucinating the crying but as soon as he realized that the sound was indeed real and coming from a nearby alley way his body started to act on his own. for the first time in a long while he ran, he ran as fast as he could and made his way to the dumpster as soon as he figured out that it was source of the noise.
Bular felt his heart stop and a lump in his throat as he opened the dumpster and found... a new born troll whelp crying his lungs out to the point of wearing out his vocal cords. Bular was utterly shocked as he processed what he is witnessing it felt so ... surreal he didn't even realize what he was doing when he reached his hands inside the dumpster
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My little sunshine
Fanfictionfor the past 900 years, Bular was alone as the last Gumgum left on the surface world with the rest of his tribe being banished to the darklands during the battle of Killahead Bridge. over the years Bular envies the rest of troll kind and humans for...
