aka the chapter where I ignore canon entirely and write hurt/comfort for our two favorite MCs. slight TW because Kit gets into their past and because I tend to project onto my characters, it deals with a couple heavy topics. stay safe!!
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"Ugh, what good is this amulet if it can't help me with this?" Jim exclaimed, pacing back and forth across Toby's room. "Claire's brother is trapped somewhere in the Darklands, and there's nothing I can do about it!"
Kit sighed, sitting up from their spot on Toby's bed. "Right now, there's nothing any of us can do, Jimmy." Toby nodded in agreement, although most of his focus was still on the T.V., where he and Arrrgh continued their match.
"What about the furgolator machine? If I can shrink down, maybe-" Jim interjected, spinning around to face the group.
"I mean, sure, we can go in all fun-size, but when it wears off and we become full-size, we'll be stuck there, too," Toby deadpanned, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"And the Darklands is a black labyrinth," Blinky added. "Simply finding Baby Enrique would be a highly impossible task of its own."
Arrrgh grumbled in agreement. "Gunmar."
"Arrrgh is right," Blinky continued. "If any of us were foolish enough to cross over, under no circumstances could you be saved, at risk of freeing Gunmar."
"But what if-"
"Under no circumstances!" Arrrgh roared, abandoning his controller in favor of cornering Jim. Kit rose and pushed at the large troll slightly, causing him to plop back down and earn a small head pat.
"Dude," Toby exclaimed, "don't be reckless! You almost just lost a golden tuna roll! Sit down, relaaaaax."
Jim scoffed. "What happened to the Trollhunter answering every call?"
Blinky sighed. "You have a strong heart, Master Jim, a quality rarely seen in trolls. I believe, one day, you will answer that child's call, but that day cannot be today."
A small chorus of chittering could be heard from the dollhouse on Toby's floor before Gnome Chompsky exited. He stood stiff next to Kit, pointing one finger towards the fetch.
"Are you sure?" Kit asked, getting down to the critter's level. Chompsky nodded vigorously.
"Chompsky, no!" Toby wailed, his game now forgotten. "It's too much to ask!"
The gnome ignored Toby's words, pointing towards the fetch again. Realizing Chompsky was set on doing this, the group collected the necessary materials to help their friend complete his mission.
A couple minutes later, Chompsky stood with rope around his waist and the fetch mere feet in front of him.
"Be careful. It's dangerous in the Darklands," Jim warned, placing one hand on the gnome's back. "When you find Claire's brother, just give us a tug and we'll get you back, okay?"
Chompsky chittered and gave the group a tiny thumbs up.
Blinky knelt down. "I have sorely misjudged you. You are no vermin. You are a ver-man."
"Wait!" Toby interjected, the Sally Go Back doll clutched in his hands. "She has something to say."
He reached down and handed the doll to Chompsky, who proceeded to have a (one-sided) conversation with it and, much to Kit's slight disgust, giving it a series of kisses. With a final sigh, Chompsky handed the doll back to Toby and saluted the group before leaping through the fetch.
"And here's to hoping," Kit muttered, plopping down onto the floor.
Jim held the rope in both hands, letting it feed through. "Okay so far." A sudden sharp tug nearly ripped the rope out of his hands.
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Song of the Vikings - Draal x OC
FanficKit Sommars: your average run of the mill librarian working for Arcadia Oaks High. They've lived with their Aunt Barbara and their cousin Jim for a couple years now. Everything is perfect. But what will happen when their world is turned upside down...
