Trollhunters: Becoming

Happy Birthing Day, Again, Jim!

"Wake up, Jim!" Claire exclaimed, shaking Jim's shoulders.

"Wha- what? What is it, Claire?" Jim groaned, sitting up from his bed.

"Guess what day it is!" Claire grinned.

"Uhm," Jim mumbled. "Tuesday?"

Suddenly, Blinky crashed through the door, scaring Jim so bad he fell off the bed.

"Happy Birthing Day, son!" Blinky exclaimed.

"Blinky! You're supposed to enter after I give you the signal! Not give my boyfriend a heart attack!" Claire stated, helping Jim off the ground.

"My apologies, Claire. I misheard the signal," Blinky smiled.

"Happy Birthday, Jimbo!" Toby yelled, running into the room and crashing into Jim, sending him back to the floor.

"Ugh! You're gonna make me chip one of my horns, Tobes!" Jim complained from under Toby.

Aaarrrgghh walked in after Toby, holding a blue balloon.

"Seventeen! What a milestone!" Blinky congratulated, helping Jim get off the ground while Claire helped Toby.

"And what milestone is that?" Jim inquired.

"Seventeen is when most trolls get their markings," Blinky stated, gesturing to his own markings. He then looked back to Jim. "It's an optional thing, of course."

"You know what, I'm gonna think about it," Jim responded.

"Jim! You'd totally look amazing!" Toby gushed.

"I agree," Claire smiled, kissing Jim.

Aaarrrgghh handed Jim the blue balloon and pat Jim on the head.

"So, what are your plans today?" Toby questioned.

"I'm gonna see my mom and Strickler first. We planned a breakfast together," Jim stated. "And then I'm pretty free for the rest of the day."

"Yep. Well, you go hang out with your mom," Claire said, kissing Jim on the cheek and creating a portal. "Have fun, love you!"

Claire pushed Jim through the portal and sighed before turning back to the group.

"Operation distraction is a go!"

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"I can't believe my baby boy is seventeen!" Barbara gushed, kissing the sides of Jim's face.

"Happy Birthday, Young Atlas," Strickler smiled, taking a sip from his tea.

"Thank you, Strickler," Jim smiled.

"Walter helped me make you a breakfast appropriate for a troll," Barbara grinned, walking into the kitchen.

"So, a shoe or something?" Jim questioned.

"Give us more credit, Jim," Strickler chuckled. "We kept you in mind, of course. We know you're not a huge fan of shoes."

"Ta-da!" Barbara exclaimed, coming out of the kitchen with a plate full of different kinds of forks. They were all arranged neatly, and a candle had been stuck in one of the prongs. Jim smiled gleefully.

"That's amazing!" Jim giggled. The three of them sat down at the table, and Barbara set the pate of forks in front of Jim.

"Make a wish, kiddo!" Barbara smiled. Jim thought before nodding to himself and blowing the candle out. Strickler and Barbara cheered. "Dig in!"

"So," Strickler began, looking over at Jim, who was currently stuffing his face with forks. "Seventeen is quite an exciting age for young trolls. Momentous even."