Cold (Trollhunters Fanfic)

⚠️ UNDER REVISIONS, MAJOR CRINGE WARNING ⚠️

I started writing this in a very different time in my life, so it's definitely not the best writing and very cringe. The story idea was okay though, so I'm hoping to get back into reworking it soon. Read at your own risk until that happens 🙏

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Jaylen Beckett,
pretty much your average teenager. Not much more for being a part of any social circles in High school, crippling anxiety and an inability to form coherent sentences acting as a form of "friend repellent". She'd much rather sit alone anyways, tucked into the background, and out of sight. It's much easier to survive the day that way.

Though, you know what they say about the quiet ones... They're always much more observant.

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"Dude...

...

What the fuck is up with Draal...?"

Jaylen's hand slapped against her forehead.

"T-Toby, we've been over this, his dad is d-dead."

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"The wounds on this body will become scars soon enough, reminders of mistakes and circumstances to be learned from. You cannot just magic away pieces of yourself no matter how much your nightmares make you desire otherwise... For good, or ill, we are our own living history."
-Guillermo Del Toro (Trollhunters)

~∆ WARNING ∆~

Reader discretion is advised while reading this book. There are going to be descriptions of violence and gore. I will try to gloss over these bits more, but they will be there! Keep with what you are comfortable with, I will be putting warnings over every chapter that may have any sensitive subject.

I also cuss like an absolute sailor, so there will be swearing frequently in and out of dialogue.

Otherwise, enjoy the book!

(This book is cross-posted on Quotev under the username Gumby-yo, same title. Be forewarned I have zero updating schedule.)