Beyond the Realms of Reason (Trollhunters X Reader)

A Friendly Visit and an OtherWordly Call

 A/N: Don't ask for updates please. Also long chapter!

Swallowing nervously you look at Jim. He steps forward smiling but stops clinging to the doorknob. He hides behind the door and peaks his head in, still a little shook up. Your hand touches his jacket and you rub his back. Jim smiles and nods feeling better, his hand lets go of the doorknob. He takes a deep breath before walking inside Stricklers office.

 "... Uhhhh do you have a minute?" Jim asks looking at Strickler embarrassed. Strickler looked up from the work he was doing before smiling widely at you and Jim. He pauses however seeing your face.

 "Are you two alright?" Strickler asks as he glanced over at Jim and you. "You look pale Young Atlas. Here sit." He offers the seat in front of his desk. You sit at the piano in the back of the room while Jim sits in front of Strickler.

 You observe his office like a battlefield. Glancing at his desk it's covered in papers with English and Trollish but also pens and pencils that could stab you. Staring past him at his bookshelves, antique books, unique decorative pieces, and ancient artifacts cover his walls making you tense, this room eas full of magic and curses. The curtains are open letting light flood the open space so he couldn't transform but you had a feeling he didn't need too. He had the home advantage after all.

 The floor creaks below you and a piano key shifts letting out a quiet hum but it sounds like an echoing war cry. Another smaller bookcase rests behind you and you remember the smoke monster Strickler sent after Blinky Toby and Aarrrgh. Your tense you know this but you try and act natural. Strickler was safe for now. He didn't know who you were or what you knew. He may have the home advantage but you jad the element of surprise.

 Taking a deep breath you watch as Strickler clicks his changeling key pen. Your eye catches Stricklers and you stiffen. He smiles at you and for a second you see fangs.

 You blink trying to make it go away. But when your eyes open you see yellow glowing eyes and green emerald skin. Even sitting Walter towers over you and Jim. A long cape hangs off Stricklers shoulders elegantly with a collar of knifes surrounding his neck. He has long horns that curve back and black greasy hair. His pointed nose almost takes up his entire face and it points out like a beak. You can see his chiseled chest with clan markings and swallow nervously as you watch claws fiddle with the key pen. 

 You blink again and it's gone. Walt sits in front of you fiddling with his pen at his desk. His green eyes shine with warmth and he's smiling at Jim softly. His skin is no longer green and his hair is smoothed back with gel not grease. 

  Just like with Otto it's almost like it never happened but you know what you saw. And you could never unsee it.

 "Okay I don't really know how to say this." Jim interrupts your thoughts and you watch as he plays with the seat adjusting it to be higher than lower than higher again. You fidget with your hands as he looks at Strickler excited. "Okay Last night something incredible happened. Actually unbelievable." Strickler briefly glances at you looking amused before looking back at Jim intrigued. "Completely unbelievable. As in you won't believe me but I'm telling you anyways. I'm telling you it's true I promise it's true." Jim states as he finally finsihes spinning the chair and sits down. He kicks himself in a circle once before looping his legs around the stool and stilling himself. Bouncing excited Strickler begins laughing.

 "Alright. Alright calm down. I'll believe you." He states clicking his pen. Looking at your shoes you hear Stricklers pen continue to click repeatedly. You don't want to be here. Walter wasn't your friend he was lying. To you, too Jim, too the entire school. Maybe you could make him get better, help him in some way but all you knew right now was that he was dangerous and you and Jim weren't safe for long.