Trollhunters: Becoming

Sparing and Goblins

It was official. The hat was no longer working, his horns had gotten too big. At this point, he could even consider them fully grown. He had to upgrade to a bigger hoodie too.

The small patch of stone skin on the back of his hand had snaked its way up to his elbow. The patch on his neck had grown down to his back. If you squinted, Jim's hair had taken on a blue hue and his ears almost looked like a combination between an elf and a human.

He really was running out of time.

It had been a few days since the whole no sleep incident and Blinky was happy to have Jim frequent down to Trollmarket so often now. It was really nice. Jim looked at his clock. School would start soon but Jim could not go like this.

"Trollhunter to Jim. Dude. We really need to give you a code name," Jim's walkie-talkie sounded out. It was Toby. Jim picked the walkie-talkie off his desk and moved to sit in his chair.

"Jim to Trollhunter. I don't really need a code name, Tobes," Jim replied.

"That's what you think now. But putting that subject aside, you're going to be late for school! Don't think I don't see you still in your pajamas," Toby teased. Jim looked out his window to see Toby looking at him. Jim wasn't wearing his hood! Crap!

Jim yelped and fell out of his chair and quickly pulled the hood over his head before standing back up.

"Jimbo, did you just fall out of your chair?" Toby asked. He didn't see Jim's horns. Ah, thank Deya.

"Nope! And I'm not going to school today," Jim replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I feel really sick and dizzy. I don't want to accidentally puke or pass out during school or play practice. Tell Claire I'm sorry for missing practice?"

"Oh okay. Do you need my Nana to bring soup over for you? Has your mom called you out yet?"

"I'm okay for soup, Tobes. I think I might puke if I eat anything. My mom is at work right now so I'll text her to call me out," Jim replied.

"Alright, Jimbo. Text me if you need anything. Trollhunter out."

Jim sighed and placed his head on the desk. He hated lying and he hated that he had become good at it.

Jim walked downstairs and made himself a bowl of cereal. He was hungry. When he put the first spoonful in his mouth, he had to resist the urge to spit it out.

"Gah, ugh, that's disgusting! Is the milk expired or something?" Jim spat, looking at the date of the milk. No, the expiration date wasn't for another two weeks. Jim looked back down at his cereal and shivered. Regardless, he wasn't eating it again.

Jim's eyes then moved to the spoon sitting in the bowl. His stomach growled. As a troll, utensils were probably his favorite food. He would eat the spoon but he was pretty sure his teeth couldn't handle it right now.

If his diet had finally changed from human to troll, then he needed something soft for his still human teeth. Something like...paper towels?

Jim pulled one off the roll and crumpled into a ball. Without thinking too much, he tossed it into his mouth. Yep. He definitely had a troll diet again. The paper towel tasted pretty good. He swallowed and decided to keep it at that.

Jim texted his mom he was sick and to not worry about him and then he went upstairs.

He laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a while, contemplating everything that led him to today. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that he used- still is?- the Trollhunter. Toby was doing a really good job now at being the Trollhunter.