-The Loophole-

Cinderella's Dead Now🏳️‍⚧️

Short chapter today, y'all! I want to get this posted while I write more in the next one!

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Inza stood paralyzed in her position, cast-iron frying pan in her hands, a troll resembling Bular, in a way, laying face-down on her living room floor.

------Previously------

Inza slammed her apartment door angrily, not even caring if she upset her neighbors. She threw her purse down.

"Stupid. Stupid fucking FUCKER!" She kicked the wall next to her, denting it and crunching two of her toes in the process. "FUUUUUCK!!!" She screamed. She teared up, dropping to her knees and sobbing. To be quite clear, there were a lot of emotions she was feeling. Her older brother had gone missing that morning, Jim had brought that new guy into their mess without consulting anyone on the team about it, and Via had completely ghosted everyone to fuck Bular, and then tried to make HER feel like shit about it. If one more thing went wrong that day, she wasn't going to be able to control herself.

A window opened in the next room. Inza only heard it because she was paranoid it was her brother playing a cruel trick on her.

"You fucking bitch boy.." she muttered under her breath. She was about to call out to him before an unfamiliar voice spoke out that chilled her to the bone.

"Copy. I'm in the target's dwelling now. Over."

Inza, fear pumping through every ounce of her body, grabbed the nearest heavy thing. A cast-iron frying pan. She clutched it close to her chest, hiding in a corner of the kitchen. The man she had heard stepped out into the living room, his back to the kitchen. It was a troll about the same height as Blinky, more human proportions. He was absolutely ripped. He was dressed in a way that resembled Bular, although his horns and skin weren't even close. Someone else spoke in a foreign language on his communicator.

"Certus esne eam tractare possis, Runt?" Inza didn't understand. It triggered her a little. Luckily, the troll man responded in English.

"Of course I can handle it," he gave a small chuckle. "She couldn't fight me if she tried. She's vulnerable. WEAK, even."

Something snapped inside Inza. She stepped out from behind the corner soundlessly, hitting him in the back of the head with the strength of a god.

Realizing what happened a few seconds later, Inza stood paralyzed in her position, cast-iron frying pan in her hands, the strange troll laying face-down and unconscious on her living room floor.

Trollhunter.

The sudden thought caused her to fully come back to reality. With shaking hands, she took a slightly blurry picture of the troll, sending it to Toby, then sending a few slightly misspelled messages.

"Neet ne at my apa4tment"
"Imbscared"
"Please"

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Toby didn't mean to be mean. In fact, he didn't mean to say anything that he'd said to Ollie. It was the feeling of betrayal that had caused him to use an argument he didn't exactly agree with. Well. Partly. Toby saw both sides. He was angry with himself for being hypocritical.

Hadn't Ollie known about his feelings for her? Of course, she didn't know. He'd never said anything about them, and now he was the asshole.

Asshole.

Fatass.

Dumb bitch.

Idiot.

The thoughts flooded his head. He didn't even try to push them away. Even worse, he believed them. He kept thinking.

If she didn't like you before, she HAS to hate you now.

Thinking.

She's going to tell Jim what you did, and now you're going to lose your only friends.

Thinking.

Inza's off the team now. Jim's going to kill you, and he should. Olivia will never talk to you again.

THINKING.

She's hot when she's angry, though.

Wait...

Wait, shut up. No.

Toby pulled into the parking lot to Inza's apartment and headed in.

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I took a breath, getting out of the shower.

Ew. Why do I even have mental breakdowns in the first place? They just look stupid.

I made a grossed out face at my dumb, choppy hair. I took an actual pair of haircutting shears and began fixing it up, keeping it a bit longer on the top. After a few minutes, I decided I was satisfied with my job on the top part and got Jim's buzzer out of the cabinet, finding a few different sizes of tips. I used the biggest one first, afraid to go too short too fast.

Something moved out of the corner of my eye in the window. On instinct, I stopped what I was doing and whipped my head in the direction.

Shit.

"....Bular?"

The troll stared from the window, and his jaw dropped in surprise.