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Artifact Series J

J. Allen Hynek's Telescope

J. Edgar Hoover's Tie

J. McCullough's Golf Ball

J. Templer's Wind-Up Tin Rooster *

J. C. Agajanian’s Stetson

J.T. Saylors's Overalls

J.M. Barrie’s Swiss Trychels

J.M.W. Turner's Rain, Steam and Speed-The Great Western Railway *

J.R.R. Tolken's Ring

Jack-in-the-Box

Jack's Magic Beanstalk

Jack Daniel's Original Whisky Bottle

Jack Dawson's Art Kit

Jack Duncan's Spur *

Jack Frost's Staff

Jack Kerouac's Typewriter

Jack Ketch's Axe

Jack LaLanne's Stationary Bike *

Jack London's Dog Collar

Jack Parson's Rocket Engine

Jack Sheppard's Hammer

Jack Sparrow's Compass

Jack Torrance's Croquet Mallet

Jack the Ripper's Lantern *

Jackie Robinson's Baseball

Jackson Pollock's "No. 5, 1948"

Jackson Pollock's Pack of Cigarettes

Jackson Pollock's Paint Cans

Jack's Regisword

Jack Vettriano's "The Singing Butler"

Jack's Wrench

Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm's Kinder- und Hausmarchen

Jacob "Jack" Kevorkian's Otoscope

Jacob Kurtzberg's Belt *

Jacqueline Cochran's Brooch

Jacques Aymar-Vernay’s Dowsing Rod

Jacques Cousteau's Goggles

Jacques Cousteau's Diving Suit

Jacques-Louis David's Napoleon Crossing the Alps *

Jade Butterfly

Jadeite Cabbage

Jalal-ud-Din Muhammad Akbar's Smoke Pipe

Jamaica Ginger Bottle

Jaleel White's Hosting Chair

James Abbot McNeill Whistler's Whistler's Mother *

James Allen's Memoir

James Bartley's Britches

James Ben Ali Haggin's Leaky Fountain Pen

James Bert Garner’s Gas Mask

James Bett's Cupboard Handle

James Braid's Chair *

James Brown's Shoes

James Bulger's Sweater

James Buzzanell's Painting "Grief and Pain"

James Buzzanell’s Survey Books

James C. McReynolds’ Judicial Robe

James Chadwick's Nobel Prize

James Clerk Maxwell's Camera Lens

James Colnett's Otter Pelt

James Condliff's Skeleton Clock

James Cook's Mahiole and Feather Cloak

James Craik's Spring Lancet

James Dean's 1955 Prosche 550 Spyder, aka "Little Bastard"

James Dean's UCLA Varsity Jacket

James Dinsmoor's Dinner Bell

James Eads How’s Bindle

James Earl Ray's Rifle

James Fenimore Cooper's Arrow Heads

James Gandolfini's Jukebox

James Hadfield’s Glass Bottle of Water

James Hall III’s Shopping Bags

James Henry Atkinson's Mouse Trap

James Henry Pullen’s Mannequin

James Hoban's Drawing Utensils

James Holman’s Cane

James Hutton's Overcoat

James Joyce’s Eyepatch

James M. Barrie's Grandfather Clock

James M. Barrie's Suitcase

James Murrell's Witch Bottle

James Philip’s Riata

James Prescott Joule's Thermodynamic Generator

James Smithson's Money

James Tilly Matthews’ Air Loom

James Warren and Willoughby Monzani's Piece of Wood

James Watt's Steam Condenser

James Watt's Weather Vane

James W. Marshall’s Jar

Jan Baalsrud’s Stretcher

Jan Baptist van Helmont's Willow Tree

Jane Austen's Carriage

Jane Austen's Gloves

Jane Austen's Quill

Jane Bartholomew's "Lady Columbia" Torch

Jane Pierce's Veil

Janet Leigh's Shower Curtain

Janine Charrat's Ballet Slippers

Jan Janzoon's Boomerang *

Janis Joplin's Backstage Pass from Woodstock *

Jan Karski's Passport

Janus Coin *

Jan van Eyck’s Chaperon

Jan van Speyk's Flag of the Netherlands

Jan Wnęk's Angel Figurine

Jan Žižka's Wagenburg Wagons

The Japanese Nightingale

Jar of Dust from the Mount Asama Eruption

Jar of Greek Funeral Beans

Jar of Marbles

Jar of Molasses from The Boston Molasses Disaster

Jar of Sand

Jar of Semper Augustus Bulbs

Jar of Shiva

Jar of Sugar Plums

Jascha Heifetz's Violin Bow

Jason Voorhese's Machete

Javed Iqbal's Barrel of Acid

Jay Maynard's Tron Suit

Jean II Le Maingre's Gauntlets

Jean Baptiste Charbonneau’s Cradleboard

Jean-Baptiste-Siméon Chardin's Bubble Pipe

Jean Chastel's Silver Gun

Jean Eugène Robert-Houdin's Pocket Watch

Jean Fleury's Aztec Gold Coins

Jean-François Champollion’s Ideographic Dictionary

Jean Froissart's Mirror *

Jean-Frédéric Peugeot's Pepper Mill

Jean Hilliard’s Earmuffs

Jean Parisot de Valette’s Sword Sheath

Jean-Paul Marat's Bathtub

Jean Paul-Satre’s Paper Cutter

Jean-Pierre Christin's Thermometer

Jean Senebier's Bundle of Swiss Alpine Flowers

Jean Valnet's Aromatherapy Statue

Jean Vrolicq’s Scrimshaw

Jeanne Baret's Hat

Jeanne de Clisson's Black Fleet

Jeanne Villepreux-Power's Aquarium

Jeannette Piccard's Sandbag

Jeff Dunham's First Ventriloquist Box

Jefferson Davis' Boots

Jefferson Randolph Smith's Soap Bar

Jeffrey Dahmer's Handkerchief

Jeffrey Dahmer's Pick-Up Sticks

Jemmy Hirst's Carriage Wheel

Jenny Lind's Stage Makeup

Jeopardy! Contestant Podiums

Jerome Monroe Smucker's Canning Jars

Jerry Andrus’ Organ

Jerry Garcia's Blackbulb *

Jerry Siegel's Sketchbook

Jesse James' Saddle

Jesse James' Pistol

Jesse Owens' Hitler Oak

Jesse Owens' Running Shoes

Jesse Pomeroy's Ribbon and Spool

Jester's Mask

Jesus of Nazareth's Whip

Jesús García's Brake Wheel

Jet Engine from the Gimli Glider

Jet Glass Cicada Button

Jethro Tull's Hoe

Jeweled Scabbard of Sforza

Jiang Shunfu’s Mandarin Square

Jim Davis' Pet Carrier

Jim Fixx's Shorts

Jim Henson's Talking Food Muppets

Jim Jones' Sunglasses

Jim Londos' Overalls

Jim Robinson's Army Bag

Jim Thorpe's Shoulder Pads

Jim Ward's Piercing Samples

Jimi Hendrix's Bandana

Jimi Hendrix's Bong

Jimi Hendrix's Guitars *

Jimmie Rodgers Rail Brake

Jimmy Durante's Cigar

Jimmy Gibb Jr's Stock Car

Jimmy Hoffa's Comb

Jin Dynasty Chainwhip

Jingle Harness

Joan II, Duchess of Berry's Dress

Joan of Arc's Chain Mail

Joan of Arc's Helmet (canon)

Joan Feynman's Ski Pole

Joanna of Castile's Vase

Joan Rivers' Carpet Steamer

Joan Rivers' Red Carpet

Joe Ades's Potato Peeler

Joe Girard’s Keys

Joe Rosenthal's Camera Lens

Joel Brand's Playing Cards

Joséphine de Beauharnais' Engagement Ring

Johan Alfred Ander’s Piece of Porcelain

Johann Baptist Isenring’s Acacia Tree

Johann Bartholomaeus Adam Beringer's Lying Stones

Johann Blumhardt's Rosary

Johann Dzierzon’s Beehive Frame

Johann Georg Elser's Postcard

Johann Maelzel's Metronome *

Johann Rall's Poker Cards

Johann Tetzel's Indulgence

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Prism

Johannes Brahms' Coffee Creamer

Johannes Diderik van der Waals' Gloves

Johannes Fabricius' Camera Obscura

Johannes Gutenburg's Memory Paper *

Johannes Gutenburg's Printing Press *

Johannes Gutenberg's Printing Press Keys

Johannes Kepler's Planetary Model

Johannes Kepler's Telescope Lense

Johannes Kjarval’s Landscape Painting

John A. Macready's Ray-Bans *

John A. Roebling's Steel Cable

John A.F. Maitland's Musical Brainnumber *

John André’s Stocking

John Anthony Walker's Minox

John Axon's Footplate

John Babbacombe Lee’s Trapdoor

John Bardeen's Radio

John Bodkin Adams’ Stethoscope

John Brown's Body *

John Brown's Machete

John C. Koss SP3 Stereophones

John C. Lilly's Isolation Tank Valve

John Cabot's Map

John Carl Wilcke's Rug *

John Crawley's Painting

John Croghan's Limestone Brick

John Dalton's Weather Vane

John Dee's Golden Talisman

John Dee's Obsidian Crystal Ball

John Dee’s Seal of God

John DeLorean's Drawing Table

John Dickson Carr's Driving Gloves

John Dillinger's Pistol *

John D. Grady’s Satchel

John D. Rockefeller's Bible

John D. Rockefeller, Sr. and Jr.'s Top Hats

John Dwight's Hammer

John F. Kennedy's Coconut

John F. Kennedy's Presidental Limousine

John F. Kennedy's Tie Clip *

John Flaxman's Casting Molds

Sir John Franklin's Scarf

John Gay's Shilling

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.'s Pen

John H. Kellogg's Bowl

John H. Kellogg's Corn Flakes

John H. Lawrence's Pacifier

John Hancock's Quill

John Harrison’s Longcase Clock

John Hawkwood’s Lance

John Hendrix's Bible

John Henry Moore's White Banner

John Henry's Sledge Hammer

John Hetherington's Top Hat

John Holland, 2nd Duke of Exeter's Torture Rack

John Holmes Pump *

John Hopoate's Cleats

John Howard Griffin's Bus Fare

John Hunter's Stitching Wire

John Hunter's Surgical Sutures

John J. Pershing's Boots

John Jacob Astor's Beaver Pelt

John Jervis’ Ship

John Joshua Webb’s Rock Chippings

John Kay's Needle

John Keat's Grecian Urn *

John, King of England's Throne

John L. Sullivan's Boots

John Langdon Down's Stencils

John Lawson's Mannequin Legs

John Lennon's Glasses

John "Liver-Eating" Johnson's Axe

John Logie Baird's Scanning Disk *

John M. Allegro's Fly Amanita

John Macpherson's Ladle

John Malcolm's Chunk of Skin

John Malcolm's Skin Wallet

John McEnroe's Tennis Racket *

John Milner's Yellow '32 Ford Deuce Coupe

John Moore-Brabazon’s Waste Basket

John Morales' McGruff Suit

John Mytton’s Carriage

John Pasche's Rolling Stones Poster Design

John Paul Jones's Sword

John Pemberton's Tasting Spoon

John Philip Sousa's Sousaphone

John Rambo's Composite Bow

John Rykener's Ring

John Shore's Tuning Fork

John Simon's Mouthwash

John Simon Ritchie's Padlock Necklace

John Smith of Jamestown's Sword

John Snow's Dot Map

John Snow’s Pump Handle

John Stapp’s Rocket Sled

John Steinbeck's Luger

John Sutcliffe's Camera

John Sutter's Pickaxe

John Tunstall's Horse Saddle

John Trumbull's "Painting of George Washington"

John von Neumann's Abacus

John Walker's Walking Stick

John Wayne Gacy's Clown Painting *

John Wayne Gacy's Facepaint

John Wesley Hardin's Rosewood Grip Pistol

John Wesley Powell's Canoe

John Wesley Powell’s Canteen

John Wilkes Booth's Boot *

John Wilkes Booth Wanted Poster

John William Polidori's Bookcase

Johnny Ace's Gun

Johnny Appleseed's Tin Pot *

Johnny Campbell's University of Minnesota Sweater

Johnny Depp's Scissor Gloves

Johnny Smith's Steering Wheel

Johnny Weismuller's Loincloth *

Joker's BANG! Revolver

Jon Stewart's Tie

Jonathan Coulton's Guitar

Jonathan R. Davis' Bowie Knife

Jonathan Shay's Copy of Iliad/Odyssey

Jonestown Water Cooler

Jorge Luis Borges' Scrapbook

José Abad Santos' Pebble

José Delgado’s Transmitter

Jose Enrique de la Pena's Chest Piece

Jōsei Toda’s Gohonzon Butsudan

Josef Frings’ Ferraiolo

Josef Mengele's Scalpel

Josef Stefan's Light Bulbs

Joseph of Arimathea's Tomb Rock

Joseph of Cupertino's Medallion *

Joseph Day's Sickle

Joseph Ducreux's Cane

Joseph Dunninger's Pocket Watch

Joseph Dunningers’ Props

Joseph E. Johnston Confederate Flag

Joseph Force Crater's Briefcases

Joseph Fourier's Pocket Knife

Joseph Glidden’s Barbed Wire

Joseph Goebbels' Radio *

Joseph Jacquard's Analytical Loom

Joseph Bolitho Johns’ Axe

Joseph Kittinger's Parachute

Joseph Lister's Padding

Joseph McCarthy's List of Communists

Joseph Merrick's Hood

Joseph-Michel Montgolfier's Wicker Basket

Joseph Moir’s Token

Joseph Pilate's Resistance Bands *

Joseph Polchinski’s Billiard Ball

Joseph Stalin's Gold Star Medal *

Joseph Stalin's Sleep Mask *

Joseph Swan's Electric Light

Joseph Vacher's Accordion

Joseph Vacher's Dog Skull

Joseph Valachi's '58 Chevrolet Impala

Josephus' Papyrus

Joseph Wolpe's Glasses

Josephine Cochrane's Dishwasher

Joshua's Trumpet *

Josiah S. Carberry's Cracked Pot

Joshua Vicks' Original Batch of Vicks Vapor Rub

Josiah Wedgewood's Medallion

Jost Burgi's Armillary Sphere *

Jovan Vladimir's Cross

Juana the Mad of Castiles' Crown

Juan Luis Vives' Quill Set

Juan Moreira’s Facón

Juan Pounce de Leon's Chalice

Juan Ponce de León's Helmet

Juan Seguin's Bandolier

Jubilee Grand Poker Chip *

Judah Loew ben Belazel's Amulet *

Judas Iscariot’s Thirty Silver Coins

Judson Laipply's Shoes

Jules Baillarger's Decanter

Jules Leotard's Trapeze Net

Jules Verne's Original Manuscripts

Julia Agrippa's Chalice

Julia Child's Apron *

Julia Child's Whisk

Julian Assange’s Flash Drive

Julie d’Aubigny's Sabre

Julius and Ethel Rosenberg's Wedding Rings

Julius Asclepiodotus’ Shield Boss

Julius Caesar's Wreath

Julius Wilbrand's Lab Coat Buttons *

Jumanji

Jumper Cables

Junji Koyama’s Vegetables

Jure Sterk's Ballpoint Pen

Jürgen Wattenberg's Leather Provision Bag

Justa Grata Honoria’s Engagement Ring

Justin Bieber's Guitar

Justinian I's Chariot Wheel

Justin O. Schmidt's Wasp Mask

Justus von Liebig's Fertilizer Sack

Justus von Liebig's Mirror

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magic-and-moonlit-wings · 6 years ago

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Chapter 30: This Is Not Enrique!

Becoming The Mask

Hey, guess who just realized they never got around to posting this chapter on tumblr?

"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you!"

Toby paused their video game and started rooting under his bed.

"This'll cheer you up. Remember that Heartstone piece you gave me?"

He pulled out a shoebox.

"I've been keeping it in the dark, mostly. Dunno if sunlight would actually hurt it, but quartzes lose some of their colour if you leave 'em in the sun and, considering what sunlight can do to trolls, I didn't want to take the chance. Figured a magic troll-rock would be even more sensitive."

Toby opened the box. Jim blinked twice at the orange glow, brighter than he expected it to be, before realizing the box was lined with foil. The Heartstone sat in a little pile of dirt.

"Obviously I can't recreate the pressure down in Trollmarket, but I filled a baggie with dirt down there after you gave me the seed crystal so I could, you know, at least copy the local mineral composition? And I've been measuring all its planes," pointing to a notebook wedged between the foil and the box wall, "and it's nearly a whole millimeter longer. That's, like, insanely fast when it's not salt or sugar grown on pipe cleaners."

"Tobes, that's … this is amazing."

"I mean, it could also be growing faster because it was recently cut," Toby acknowledged, "like Nana's friends' flower cuttings. Or like how martial artists break bones on purpose so they heal stronger."

"So, I get the box as protection from the sun, and making sure the dirt doesn't just get everywhere, but what's the foil for?"

"If the glow is magical, I thought maybe reflecting it back on itself could make a feedback loop and it'd get stronger."

"I am Gun Robot," Jim's phone began chanting. "I am Gun Robot." Toby's phone started buzzing and chanting as well.

"Hi, Mary?" said Jim.

"Hey, Darci, what's up?" said Toby.

"We need into Trollmarket," said Mary briskly. "Get Toby, Darci's filling him in, and meet us in the canals."

"Jim's right here, actually –" said Toby in the background.

"Whoa, wait, what happened?" asked Jim.

"Claire found a goblin in her room and her brother's missing and Blinky doesn't have a phone. You know, we should really fix that."

Jim had gone cold. He listened with half an ear as Mary talked about burner phones and emergency contact lines. Had Otto gone after Enrique? To attack him on suspicion of treason, with three confirmed traitors involved in his planting? Or to recruit the Changelings' newest surface agent before anyone else could get to him?

"Jim? You still there?"

"What've you done with the goblin? They're vengeful. Hurt one and you'll have the whole swarm after you."

"It's fine. Claire locked it in a cat carrier. We're bringing it with us."

"No!"

Toby looked over at Jim in askance.

"We probably shouldn't bring a goblin into Trollmarket. You guys are at Claire's house, right? Her parents are out?" If Claire had been the one to notice Enrique was missing, that meant she was probably babysitting.

"Yeah?"

"Tobes and I'll meet you there. We can sneak back out if her parents get home, and then they won't freak out coming home to find both their kids missing."

Toby closed the Heartstone box and slid it back under his bed. "We'll be there soon, Darce."

Claire was pacing on the porch when Toby and Jim got to her house. She practically dragged Jim inside. Toby took care of locking both their bikes to the porch before following them.

The cat carrier was on a table in the living room. Darci and Mary were on the couch, Darci holding a baseball bat. Claire was still pacing, recapping how she'd found the thing in her room (Toby shuddered) and her brother's crib empty.

"But why was the goblin alone?" Jim wondered out loud. "Goblins are pack creatures. They should've called for help by now."

"I don't care!" Claire snapped. "Just armour up and make it tell us where Enrique is!"

Jim got out his amulet. It ticked, the hands shifting to a new position – not all of them going clockwise – and the Trollhunter's armour appeared in a flash of light.

"I'll need to open the cat carrier."

"Better you than me, buddy," said Toby, picturing sharp teeth and looking at Jim's armoured hands.

Jim unlatched the cage, pulled out the squirming towel-shrouded beast, held it securely under one arm, and uncovered its face. Its eyes and Jim's bugged out in surprise at the sight of each other.

"Ssshh," Jim soothed. "It's okay, little guy." He adjusted his grip on the creature to hold it more like a baby. "Claire, this isn't a goblin; this is a baby troll. I've seen a few like him down in the market. He probably got curious about the surface, wandered off, and followed your scent."

Jim started backing towards the door.

"Here's the plan. I'll run this little guy back to Trollmarket – his family's probably freaking out – and you four stay here and keep looking for Enrique. I'll bring Blinky and AAARRRGGHH back with me to help search."

"… You're lying," Toby realized.

"What?"

That was said by Jim, Claire, Darci, Mary, and possibly the 'baby troll', but it was hard to tell under so many other voices.

"I – I don't know about what, but you lied, just now. That's exactly the kind of slightly-too-perfect excuse you use for cover stories."

No witnesses, no space for questions, and getting potential corroborators alone so they could be filled in before being questioned.

"Busted," said the 'baby troll'. Toby hadn't imagined that Cockney accent.

Jim hmphed. "Well, now we are. I can't believe that was my tell. I can't believe someone figured out that was my tell."

"How'd you end up the Trollhunter? Always thought that gig went to, you know, the trolliest troll."

"Everyone did. I was a surprise."

Claire picked up the nearest thing – a pillow – and held it up threateningly.

"What's going on?"

Darci got off the couch and gently swapped Claire's pillow for her bat.

Jim turned blue, and sprouted tusks and a tail. The metal horns on his helmet turned into real horns. Holes appeared on the sides of the helmet to let out his ears, which grew long and twitchy.

He let go of the 'baby', which landed on all fours and would've bolted if Mary hadn't pounced and caught him in the towel again.

"I'm a Changeling. I've been living as James Lake Junior for sixteen years." Jim summoned his sword, spat on the blade, and turned it around. "As you can see, Jay-Jay is perfectly fine. Also, that's what goblins actually look like. Note the mutton chops."

"So, if this isn't a goblin –" Mary stuffed the towel into the cat carrier again, "what are you?"

"I'm a Changeling, too – wuzznit obvious?"

"He's … Enrique."

Claire dropped the baseball bat.

"No. That is not Enrique. You – you kidnapped my brother?"

"Or, had him sent into sanctuary, away from an increasingly dangerous world," Jim offered. He made his sword disappear.

"Oh, god." Claire looked like she was about to faint, or throw up. "That's why you offered to babysit, isn't it? So you could switch Enrique for – this thing!"

"Naw, that was after the swap," the green Changeling said. The cat carrier stood on its end, like a bucket, with the door open. He'd wrestled his way out of the towel enough to stick his head and one arm out.

"I just wanted to check how he was settling in –"

"Settling in? You invited a monster to replace my baby brother and wanted to know how well he was settling in!"

"He's not a monster!" Jim insisted. "Getting out of the Darklands is a rough transition. It's harder for Changelings on our own. I didn't want him to feel isolated."

Claire punched Jim. Toby winced. It probably hurt her hand more than Jim's face. More weakly, tears in her eyes, she punched him over and over in the chest.

"You took my brother from me. Now he's all alone in the Darklands …"

"He's got the goblins. They'll tend to Human Enrique's every need. The Nursery is one of the safest places in either of our worlds. If any harm came to Human Enrique, Changeling Enrique wouldn't be able to transform anymore."

"How can I possibly believe you when you've lied to me all this time?"

"Hey, I never said Enrique wasn't a Changeling. The only stuff I've lied to you about either wasn't your business or would've put other people in danger."

She hit him in the face again. He grabbed her fist.

"I get that you're upset, and that's your right, but I'm not just going to stand here and let you keep hitting me."

He let her go. Claire picked up her bat again, and pointed it in the smaller Changeling's face.

"Bring. Enrique. Back! Right. Now."

The green Changeling bit the end of the bat. He didn't bite it off entirely, just held onto it with his shark-like triangle teeth. It looked like Claire was playing tug-of-war with a particularly ugly dog.

Jim sighed heavily.

"It doesn't work that way. The Nursery's not easily accessible, and he's been there for months, not aging. Even if we could bring him back tonight, he'd look like he's regressed in development. Any pediatrician would notice, and then your parents would get upset, and if you tried to prove to them what happened, that would just put you in danger."

"Bular'd love an excuse to eat a whole fleshbag family," Enrique's replacement agreed, without letting go of the bat.

"Actually, Bular died yesterday, but there're still other Changelings who'd take action if they saw our secret about to be exposed."

"He's dead?!"

"Wasn't Bular one of the scary-evil trolls Blinky warned us about?" said Darci. "The gummy guys?"

"Gumm-Gumms. Yes, officially, most Changelings work for them. I failed an assignment, he decided I was a traitor, and I had to kill him in self-defence."

"… Is that how your mom found out?" asked Toby, before it occurred to him that Jim might not want to talk about that particular detail.

Then he decided it didn't matter. Toby didn't think this was hitting him as personally as Claire – if he had the timing right, then this Jim was the only version of Jim Toby had ever known – but it still hurt, finding out that the guy he'd considered his best friend had been keeping so many secrets from him. As long as Jim was sharing answers, Toby was going to keep asking questions.

"Wait, does she know about the Changeling thing, or just about the Trollhunter thing?"

"Both. And, yeah. Draal brought her to Trollmarket to keep her safe and I had to tell her everything."

"The Boss is gonna have your hide," said the green Changeling. Jim made a non-committal noise and didn't look at anyone. Claire made an angry noise, tugged the bat out of the Changeling's mouth – leaving ugly scars on the tip – and thunked her weapon against the armrest of the couch.

"You can't just replace my brother," she snapped. "You are not Enrique."

"You don't exactly get a say in this, Big Eyes," Not Enrique shot back. He turned into a baby – they all jumped – and wailed, before turning back into a troll. "What exactly do you think's gonna happen if the parents get back to find something's happened to their ángelito precioso?"

Jim covered his eyes and groaned. "Don't antagonize her."

"And you!" Claire rounded on Jim. "When exactly were you planning on telling me about this?"

"… Ideally never?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say. No wonder you kept telling me not to practice trollish at home! I can't believe I ever trusted you! I can't believe I ever liked you!"

"Uh, Claire?" said Mary. "This is probably super-cathartic and I hate to interrupt, but your parents are supposed to get back in like, two minutes," waving her phone, "so maybe for now we should roll with the fake-baby thing and Jimmy-Jam and TP should am-scray."

Toby never should have let them find out that Nana called him Toby-Pie.

Claire pointed her finger half an inch from Jim's nose, making him go cross-eyed. "This isn't over."

Jim looked at the Changeling. The other Changeling, Toby mentally corrected. Jim said something another language, which didn't quite sound like trollish. Not Enrique shook his head and waved Jim off. Jim said something else, which got a snort and a short, barked answer.

"So what were you and Not Enrique saying at the end there?" Toby asked on the bike ride back to his house.

"I asked if he felt safe being left alone with Claire or if I should sneak back over and lurk on the roof. He doesn't think she has the nerve to actually go through with hurting him or telling her parents. Then he promised to steal her phone and call me if anything did happen."

"What language was it?"

"Eh … It's what we spoke back in the Darklands. Some trollish, some goblin, handful of human words, plus a few terms Changelings invented ourselves. No one exactly taught us to talk, so we had to pick it up by trial and error."

That raised a lot of questions and alarms in Toby's mind that he couldn't quite find the words for.

"All things considered, I think that actually went really well," said Jim. "Reactions have been a lot less murderous than I've been trained to expect."

Many questions and alarms.

"Did you ever plan to tell me?"

"No. I mean, I thought about it, especially after Draal found out and made me tell Blinky and AAARRRGGHH, but I was scared you might hate me, or that I'd get you killed for knowing things you weren't supposed to."

Jim laughed the kind of laugh that came from stress, not humour.

"I am the worst Changeling ever. A decade and a half without a slipup, and then nine people find me out. Or a few dozen, if you count the Ghost Trollhunters, but considering I'm technically supposed to kill anyone who finds out I don't know how it counts when somebody finds out who's already dead."

"The Ghost Trollhunters know?"

"Well, it's hard to keep secrets from people who could be watching you at any time through a magic artifact you literally can't get rid of. I'm almost glad you know now. A bit less lying, a bit less sneaking around. Still some, because I really should've noticed you following me to the market that time and I can't afford to get complacent like that. But –"

Toby looked at Jim in concern when Jim cut himself off.

"I'm being selfish. How are you feeling about all this?"

"Mostly confused," Toby admitted. "I … I understood, kind of, when I found out about trolls and that you hadn't told me. The whole 'sworn to secrecy' thing. But once I knew that … then you knew I'd keep secrets for you. Even something as big as that. So, it hurts that I thought you'd told me everything, and then found out you didn't."

They didn't say anything for a block and a half.

"You can still stay with me and Nana, though. Until Dr L's ready to forgive you for the whole 'stealing and replacing her baby' thing." That would probably take a while. "Hey, does this mean we can talk to Dr L about troll stuff?"

"Better if you don't. She doesn't know there are actual human teenagers involved. Tell you what – you four talk it over, and once you're all ready to tell your families, then we go to Mom."

Toby nodded. As a Responsible Adult, she'd probably feel obligated to tell their families.

"Any other secrets I should know about?"

"… I know who a few other Changelings are in their human identities. But I can't tell you who or confirm if you guess, because those aren't actually my secrets to share."

"Fair enough."

Once they got home, Toby texted Darci and Mary with the new information Jim had shared. He left it to them to update Claire. They'd known her longer. They'd have a better idea of what and how to tell her while she was upset.

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Dealing With Fleas Inside Your Carpet By Enrique Cleanotto

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La televisión en la era de las apps

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I was hoping for peaceful recovery months but I guess not. I also told myself not to post while I am recovering but right now I have to.

Just to start off I’m not going to watch the AMA’s, its not the same reason why I didn’t watch the billboard awards. It’s actually because my second surgery is going to be on the day of the award show... after that I have two more to go.

No I’m not mad that a Korean artist is performing at an American award show. I’m all for Asians getting proper recognition in the western media. Asians only have a few recognized artist like Far East Movement, Bruno Mars, Cassie Ventura, Steve Aoki, Apl.de.ap, Enrique Iglesias, Nicole Scherzinger, Joseph Hahn, and Mike Shinoda. The problem is most of them are mix, if we are just going off of full Asians it would just be: Far East Movement, Steve Aoki, and Joseph Hahn,,, that’s only three.

Here is my issue, fans of bts are treating this like its a new thing and that they are going to go somewhere in America. Granted, it is at the AMA’s but it is a smaller award show and foreign artist have performed on that stage before. I have also been to the Microsoft Theater three times and the stage is quite small. BTS is just echoing Psy, so its nothing new. And kpop being on American TV is nothing new either. Also, Epik High was the first kpop group to be asked to perform at Coachella that’s also a major achievement

Here is a list for the bts fans that think bts is the first ever kpop group to do X, Y and Z in western media:

Rain on The Colbert Report

Rain on ABC

Rain’s Pepsi Commercial with Christina Aguilera

Rain at the MTV Movie Awards

Wonder Girls on The Wendy Williams Show

Bigbang at the EMA’s + Red Carpet Interview

SNSD on Live With Kelly

SNSD on The Late Show With David Letterman

Psy on Ellen

Psy on Jimmy Kimmel

Psy on American Idol

Psy at the American Music Awards

Psy at the Billboard Music Awards

G Dragon’s billboard interview

G Dragon being interview by Fuse

Tablo on BBC

2ne1 on ANTM

2ne1 on the Bachelor

BTOB on ANTM

Jay Park on ANTM

Epik High at Coachella

Epik High’s billboard interview

Kris Wu at the Grammy’s

Taeyang on Noisey

CL on James Corden

There is probably way more but I’m sure you get the point. Kpop songs have been featured many times in American Shows too. Like I said, I’m not mad at bts going to perform at the AMA’s to get a stage at the AMA’s is not from being invited but from companies and artist basically buying their time on stage. I am angry over because if their fans. There fans are dragging down other groups because of this. It’s really sad that they feel the need to try to seek “western” validation to be okay with being their fan. They went on to say how mnet hates bts just because of the voting thing so bts is going to the AMA’s... the AMA performers are planned months and months in advance, it was probably being planned out about 6 months ago. There fans are also saying that they are mainstream and they are going to be in western media and all that stuff. Lesser known artist/foreign artist have performed multiple times at the AMA’s... it didn’t destroy their carrier but it didn't help it either. Now they did say that they want to perform on an American stage but that doesn’t mean they want to be in the western media or are looking for western validation. They have stated that they are doing this for their fans, not just American but their fans everywhere though... a lot of their American fans think its just for them... okay... They also said that they don't want to be part of western media, multiple times... performing at the AMA’s doesn't equate to being in the western media. On top of that they have also said they are just doing this to represent Koreans and their country. They want absolutely no US debut and they said they don’t have any plans on making an English version or making English songs. I have yet to see that much effort coming from them to speak English too.

So listen... them performing at the AMA’s does not mean they are looking for western validation, want to be part of western media, want to do work in the US, or anything like that. If Asians were represented well in western media and there was enough fans to guarantee a successful American debut I’m sure BTS would have done that along time ago... along with a bunch of kpop groups.

Kpop is to manufactured to even make it big here. Americans are covering kpop and kpop groups because its different from what we have here but its not for America as a whole. Even though you have the groups that make there own music and write there own lyrics at the end of the day they are still manufactured by there companies they are told when to make an album, what to look like, what to do, when to do it, how to do it, etc...

Also, in a way I’m a little happy that mnet cut of the voting right now. I know that BTS fans are saying that's because mnet hates them if anything mnet actually hates bigbang...all YG artist for that matter. I do believe that mnet caught on to everything, to the multiple accounts coming from the same ip address and wifi network. I was on twitter and actually saw fans complain that mnet gave them a warning about the ip address thing. If BTS looses any of the categories I think the fans should be the ones to blame. They caused an unwanted and uncalled for fanwar with exo, they did extreme mass voting and they were going around saying that Exo doesn't deserve AOTY. I’m no where near being an Exo-L... the last song I heard from exo was wolf but for someone to say an group doesn't deserve to win is kind of disrespectful especially if you are going off of your feeling toward the group. I only listen to about four kpop groups and I don't care for a lot of groups but I’m not going to go out of my way just to send hate to that group are say they don't deserve something. Any artist that puts effort into what they do deserves something for there hard work and achievements. No I’m not saying to give every kpop group a “you tried” award, I’m saying that just because you don't like the group doesn't mean that they don't have a right to win an award that your favorite group was nominated for.

Remember... you the fans represent your group. Starting fanwars, making hate speeches, being overly demanding, trying to top other groups by bragging about your groups achievements is not a good look for the fans. I even had a friend that I took to the wings concert with me since I had an extra ticket and she even told me that she stayed away from BTS since there fans are crazy. That’s how most artist get judged... based on fans behaviors. I wish the bts fans would just go back to how they were in 2014-2015.

The pain is starting to comeback and I’m getting sleepy so I’m done with my rant.

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Netflix en la Argentina: expansión acelerada y producción local escasa

Una investigación reveló que Netflix, la principal empresa global de transmisión de video (“streaming”, en inglés), tuvo una expansión acelerada en la Argentina, pero su producción local es escasa y tiene una presencia ínfima. (more…)

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Chapter 29: Starting To Crumble

Becoming The Mask

Jim sliced apples into neat segments and cored them. Nana rolled out a pie crust. She had taught him how to make those but still rarely let him do it when they were in her kitchen.

Red Delicious apples were aesthetically pleasing for their shape and their uniform, saturated colour, but they tasted absolutely terrible. Nana Domzalski persisted in using them in pies.

Jim suspected it was due to her failing vision. Toby wasn't picky enough about fruits to steer his grandmother towards a different type while helping her shop, so she just chose the reddest apples now that she couldn't see the labels clearly.

When had Jim last gone grocery shopping? Maybe a week ago? He had been planning to go shopping today, but then there had been the bridge and Bular and telling Barbara everything, and now it was dark and the shops were closed and he just hadn't had the time.

Well, at least that meant fewer ingredients would rot in the fridge because Barbara didn't know what to do with them …

"It's nice to have an extra pair of hands in the kitchen," said Nana. "If you like I can teach you how to make a lattice top once we put the apples in."

"I would like that." She had taught him before, but it had been a few years. When Jim made pies, he usually gave them a crumble topping, or a solid top with cookie cutter incisions.

He grabbed a bottle of lemon juice and sprinkled droplets over his apple segments, to keep them from turning brown. And hopefully add a hint of tartness to those flavourless chunks of so-called fruit, so the finished pie would taste like more than crust, cinnamon, and cloves.

Toby wasn't home from the dentist yet, which wasn't doing Jim's nerves any favours. Nana hadn't questioned why he'd come in with luggage – well, she had, but the question was, "oh, are you and Toby-Pie having a sleepover?" and it wasn't even really a lie to say "yes."

"You could take one of these back home with you tomorrow," Nana continued.

Jim capped the lemon juice with unnecessary viciousness. "That would be … great."

He could probably sneak it into the house while Barbara was out. If he cut out a slice and left it in the fridge, she might think it was leftovers and not question it.

Now there was a thought.

If Jim could make some meatloaves or casseroles and just leave them at home, Barbara might not remember they hadn't already been there. Between change blindness and how infrequently she looked through the fridge, when her food was usually on the table or a tray on her nightstand or in a labelled bag …

Of course, she might be suspicious of the quantities.

Nana was talking again, telling Jim once more about how her grandmother taught her a trick to keep dough from sticking to a rolling pin.

"Sprinkle flour over your dough and don't push down, that's very important. Just let the weight of the pin do the work. It's the same for pie crust as it is for cookies. Of course you'll want another bowl to put the scraps in once you've cut the cookies out. Extra flour changes the texture. Not much, but you shouldn't mix it right back into your other dough. Save it up for later batches."

"I'm home!" Toby called. "These Jimbo's bags? You moving in, bud?" Jim had left his duffle and backpack in the living room.

"Toby-Pie!" said Nana delightedly when he entered the kitchen. A cat was twisting around his ankles in hopes the newest human to arrive wouldn't know the cats had already been fed that evening. "Jimmy's here for your sleepover. He's just helping me with the pies."

"… Right," said Toby. "Our sleepover."

"Nana's going to teach me how to make a lattice pie crust," Jim added.

"Dude, did you bring your whole room with you?"

Toby had insisted on being a 'good host' and helping Jim bring his bags upstairs. He had not expected how heavy Jim had managed to make his backpack. Toby could barely lift it. All that troll training must've given Jim superhuman strength.

"Practically." Jim adjusted the strap of his duffle bag again. "Want to switch?"

The duffle was, if possible, heavier. Toby had no idea how the straps weren't tearing off the bag. That was a feat of engineering, right there.

Toby had to surrender his lofty ideals of hospitality and allow Jim to carry his own luggage.

"Okay, seriously, how are you still standing?" he demanded once Jim made it to Toby's room and put his stuff down. "You're not an ant, Jim; you can't carry more than your own bodyweight. Is this a Trollhunter thing?"

Jim sat on Toby's bed and pulled the blanket around himself like a cape.

"Mom found out."

"… Found out … what?"

"That I'm the Trollhunter. She … she didn't take it well."

Toby could see that. Jim had been lying and sneaking around for months now, coming back hurt, and, well, Toby tried not to think about the whole 'until death' part but he could definitely get why Dr L might not approve of her son's 'after-school job'.

Chompsky came out of the dollhouse, scaled the bedside, and patted Jim's knee. Toby sat down on Jim's other side and rubbed his back through the blanket.

"She told me to take my troll stuff and get out."

Toby hugged Jim. Jim hugged him back as best he could without giving up the blanket that hampered his arms.

"I think she just needs time and space," said Jim, his voice muffled in Toby's shoulder. "I told her I'd be here. So she knows where to find me and won't worry I'm, you know, in trouble somewhere, once she calms down."

Toby had read comics where parents kicked their teenagers out for being secret superheroes, but he'd expected better of Dr Lake.

"Say the word and her car is egged."

"What?" Jim laughed. "No!"

"Open offer."

It took only a day for opportunity to knock on Enrique's door. That was the expression, right? Whatever. The point was his chance had come.

Javier decided Ophelia had been working too hard lately and that he should take her out for a romantic evening. Claire was drafted to babysit. After a masterfully executed complaint about giving up the last part of her weekend on zero notice – seriously, the Changeling was impressed – she was allowed to invite her friends over.

Enrique was, so far as the humans knew, taking well to sleep training. He needed to hold off another week or two to make it believable, but once they believed he consistently slept through the night, it would be a lot easier to sneak around.

Nice of the fleshbags to discuss 'expected developmental milestones' where a Changeling could hear, wasn't it?

Once Darci and Mary showed up – nice enough as fleshbags went, quick to baby-talk at him but not too in-his-face about it – Claire was good and distracted. She brought them up to see him, and had checked on him once since then, and he'd faked being mostly asleep for the last one.

He could hear a movie playing and the girls talking. The undertone of static from the TV was different than the one from the radio. As long as Claire didn't hear him over all of that, Enrique should be able to search freely.

He'd bartered an old and only slightly gnawed tape player from the goblins to record some breathing sounds for the baby monitor. Enrique carefully tucked in Suzy Snooze, making a baby-sized lump under the blankets in case anyone peeked in. They wouldn't dare actually come inside, or they might 'wake the baby'.

Enrique held his breath and pressed play. He'd set it up under his crib two days ago and recorded himself sleeping, in case he snored or something, so it'd sound extra natural, and to fill up the whole tape so it wouldn't suddenly blare out loud music or something.

(Jim had suggested the setup and been very careful to warn him about filling the whole tape. Jim had luckily just returned when the music started and been able to turn it off quickly, so his Familiar's parents had blamed a passing motorist with a loud radio.)

As light-footed as a being of living stone could be, Enrique left his room and went to Claire's.

He didn't have a ton of experience with human houses, so he couldn't tell at a glance if anything was odd about Claire's room. But he wasn't here to look. Suzy Snooze hadn't looked suspicious either.

Enrique closed his eyes and sniffed.

It smelled like Claire, of course. A bit like the rest of her family, a bit like her friends, but mostly like Claire.

Enrique sniffed harder. Just a hint, come on, give him somewhere to start searching …

The laundry basket was an odd mix of scents. On the one hand, the socks in particular smelled like food. On the other hand, they smelled like Claire, and Claire was … Not Food.

He would, ah, not be including that last statement in any kind of official report, if he found anything in here that warranted making any kind of official report.

Come on, he hadn't imagined troll smell on Suzy. Where was Claire hiding her secrets?

He stuck his head under the bed and sneezed. He caught a dust bunny and ate it. Linty.

He kept sniffing, trying to let the human scents fade into the background and catch … yes, there was something. Something … in the laundry? The scents were faded and mixed.

Her jacket.

Claire had worn that jacket while around trolls.

The light snapped on. Enrique didn't even have time to elaborately curse – just for a quick gasp before the screaming started.

Claire had been having a nice evening.

Darci and Mary had been debating which movie to watch next when Claire suggested doing manicures during the movies. She'd gone upstairs for her nail polish and found – a goblin or something sniffing around in her bedroom.

Of course she screamed.

The monster made a break for the window. Claire got ahead of it and threw it onto her bed and wrapped it up in the sheet, like they did for the cat when it was time to go to the vet. Mary and Darci came running and found Claire pinning down the thrashing … whatever it was.

"Cat carrier," Claire said shrilly, "in the basement. Get it."

Darci and Mary looked unsurely at each other, but Darci helped Claire hold the monster down while Mary went to get the cat carrier.

"I came in and there was this – goblin or gremlin or something," Claire explained. "If we can lock it up, we can take it to Trollmarket, and Blinky can tell us what it is and why it was in my room."

The thing went still for a moment, then made a break for it. Darci and Claire both yelped and held it back.

When Mary came back, Claire stuffed the sheet in with the monster so it couldn't claw or bite them. Darci filled Mary in as best she could while Claire looked around. Nothing was missing. It hadn't had time to steal, if that was why it came in.

Her windows were latched. That was … odd. Claire usually left them that way, but if it came in through the window, why would it close them? Had it gotten in some other –?

"Uh, Claire?" said Mary.

"Yeah?"

"You screamed pretty loud … so … shouldn't Enrique be crying?"

Going to check on her brother was like a scene from a horror movie.

The three girls ran to the nursery, Claire carrying the caged creature, and stopped in the door. The room looked peaceful and undisturbed.

Mary reached in and switched the light on. Nothing appeared different. Then Darci, shaking, pointed at the old-fashioned tape player by the baby monitor, playing peaceful breathing sounds.

Claire approached the crib, flipped back the blanket, and found Suzy Snooze alone.

She dropped the monster's cage. The creature made a noise like, "oy!" Claire barely heard it. There was a roaring in her ears. She'd read that phrase but didn't realize it described a real sensation. Her eyes were hot and stinging and her vision went wavery. She clutched tight to the side rail of the crib.

Enrique was gone. She was supposed to be watching him and he was gone. It was her fault, all her fault. She had lost her brother. She had let something take him.

She picked up the creature's cage again and shook it.

"What did you do to my brother?!"

Okay. This was … not ideal.

But she didn't seem to have worked out he was a Changeling yet, so if Enrique could get away before they got to Trollmarket and get out of sight, he could change back and let Claire find him, and then his cover wouldn't be completely blown.

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The Nuñezes canonically have a cat. There is a poignant scene where Not Enrique is stuck in a cat carrier in the novel Angor Reborn, which annoyed me despite the well-conveyed emotions because I had already planned to have Claire stick him in a cat carrier upon discovering him and now it looks like a novel reference even though I had the idea before the novel was published.

(Nana also supposedly has cats, but we sure never see any in her house in the show, even before AAARRRGGHH and Dictatious move in.)

Fun fact about pie making: a completely solid crust on top will mess up the filling. If the pie has a solid upper crust, there will be at least a few slashes cut or holes poked into it to let moisture escape. Crumble toppings work differently than crust toppings.

Nana shares advice about rolling pins which is something my mom taught me when we were making cookies.

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Several muslim theocracies, including the UAE, have normalized relations with Israel for the first time in four decades - what are some thoughts on the street?

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"This is exactly the kind of thing I've been saying will never happen if the US moves its embassy to Jerusalem!"

Enrique Buzón Mail Carrier

"I prefer it when a handful of psychotic religious fundamentalists prevent millions of citizens in muslim countries from experiencing economic normalcy."

Brittany Spaniels Student

"Wait, the United Arab Emerites recognizes Israel? Its right to exist? And engages with its economy?! That's more than I can say for any of my professors."

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Trollhunters Dadswap AU part 19

things are getting dangerous and fast! Buckle up, Trollhunter! cause you’ve got a dinner date with The Jailer! And he’s here to collect!

But we’re not starting with Jim.

no we’re starting with Notenrique and his “mom” enjoying a walk in the park. They’re taking a break at a bench while mom is making faces at him and such to make little baby Enrique laugh. He goes cold though when she looks up as someone approaches and he sees an all too familiar hand holding a silver handled cane out of the corner of his carrier.

“My apologies, miss,” the equally familiar Scottish voice says, “is it alright if I sit with you?”

“no go ahead.”

She scoots a bit to the side to give him room. Notenrique tries not to show his fear when Bhaltair sits down beside her and smiles at him.

“What a cute child you have,” he grins, “I just adore children. May I ask their name?”

“Enrique” mom calmly replies.

Just then like in canon her phone rings and she gets up to answer it. Flawlessly, Bhaltair’s cane handle hooks onto the carrier and turns it more closely towards him. He smiles at Notenrique and rests his head on one of his hands while the other gingerly traces the filigree engraving on the handle.

“Start talking, Enriqus.”

Notenrique bundles himself under his blanket and shifts back to his regular form.

“I promise ya boss, if I could easily sneak out and speak ta Heimdrel I would!”

“I’m not here for promises,” Bhaltair muses, “I’m here for answers.”

NotEnrique swallows hard as his eyes momentarily focus on the hand caressing the cane handle. He looks back up to Bhaltair and he speaks quickly and quietly.

“I can’t hardly leave the house without raisin’ suspicion. Hardly even get ta go to trollmarket cause of it!”

“Trollmarket?” Bhaltair sits up and leans forward. “you’ve been compromised?!”

“’S not like I had a say in the matter,” the little changeling pleads, “they used a gaggle-tak on me!”

“and they’ve taken you to the market? Why? Tell me.”

“it’s like I said! I haven’t gotten ta get out much!”

“just tell me what you know.... or perhaps you’d be just fine with your familiar’s face being the next one to show up on a milk carton?”

“Boss I swear,” Notenrique begs, “I hardly know a thing! All I can say is that after some fight in the museum, they’re getting real determined ta find the bridge! That’s all I know!”

Bhaltair sits back and rubs his chin in thought.

“......fine. I’ll believe you, but Heimdrel could use a bit more convincing.” he sits back forward and holds something out to Notenrique. “see to it your new friends get their hands on this.”

Nonenrique takes the item and looks it over. It’s a changeling key.

“What is-”

“a spare key to my personal study. You can find it in my apartment room. it will also open the key to the apartment itself.”

Notenrique looks it over while Bhaltair continues, “The bridge is almost complete. Tonight the Amulet will be ours. I expect you to keep the Trollhunter’s friends occupied while I take care of him.”

“how am I supposed ta get this to em, exactly?”

“I have that already taken care of. Just do this for me, and I will wipe your slate clean.” Before Notenrique can say anything else, the mother returns and he hides under the blanket. Bhaltair sits back and smiles to her warmly.

“They’re so cute at that age, aren’t they? If only they could stay that way.”

meanwhile Jim is preparing breakfast as Barbra walks down the stairs. She kisses his head and he smirks.

“hey there, tiger.”

“ha, morning mom.”

“So what’s on the menu today?”

“nothing too crazy, just some scrambled eggs for breakfast, and I already packed your lunch for the day.”

“you didn’t pack dinner though, did you?”

“not yet, why?”

Barbra takes a sigh of relief.

“oh good. We were having company over tonight.”

“oh? who’s coming? Strickler?”

“close. I'm going to invite him, but I’ve mainly invited Bhaltair over. I can’t seem to remember, but I think the dinner with Mr. Takato went well, so I figured why not have another get together?”

Jim nervously laughs a bit at the mentioning of that night, “heh, yeah... it went real smoothly.”

“good, then! I’ll be sure to get off work on time today to help you with the cooking.”

“pretty sure something’s up with this Bhaltair guy your mom works with” Toby says at lunch.

“oh really?” Jim takes a bite of his sandwich. “do tell.”

“I’m not sure what’s up but he just... rubs me the wrong way, ya know? I’m not sure if he’s got something to hide, or if it’s cause he’s getting friendly with you and your mom at a scary rate, but I just don’t like him.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Tobes.”

“Well I haven’t been wrong so far now have I?”

“you know what? you’re right.”

Toby folds his arms and gives Jim a concerning look.

“I think you’re worrying too much, Toby. I honestly doubt we have any more changelings to worry about.”

“that’s what you said before we found out about Claire’s little brother.”

Jim covers Toby’s mouth and nervously smiles at Claire as she walks by.

“hey Claire”

“Hey, Jim....?”

As Claire continues to walk past she overhears the last bit of the conversation.

“look, there’s absolutely no danger, but you know I have it covered. Strickler will be there as well. Everything is going to be just fine.”

Claire narrows her eyes slightly. Suspicions are beginning to rise in this teenager.

that night

Bular paces back and forth a bit restlessly as Jim tells him what’s going on

“If your... Tubey friend is correct, then this would obviously be a trap.”

“ok first off, it’s Toby, but you’re right. But I’m pretty certain for once he’s wrong. Bhaltair hasn’t shown a single sign of being a changeling, and even if he did why on earth would it be a doctor? Dentist maybe but not a doctor. Isn’t that what Strickler said?”

“regardless�� Bular folds his arm with a huff “I don’t like it.”

Jim sighs and rubs his temples a moment.

“Look I gotta head back upstairs and help my mom cook and hopefully not burn the house down. If it’ll make you feel better I guess we can make a code.”

“fine.”

“ok, so if anything goes wrong and Strickler and I need you, I’ll hit my foot on the floor two times.”

“Two?”

“yeah.”

Bular thinks it over before grunting and nodding. “agreed. But do you not fear your mother discovering me?”

“If it’s to the point that Strickler and I need you to come upstairs, it’s probably safe to say she might as well find out.”

“as you wish, Trollhunter.”

Strickler arrives a little early, giving Barbra a kiss on the hand and pulling Jim to the side.

“Angor tells me that we have new progress on finding the bridge. Notenrique has gotten his hands on a Chageling key. He and Nomura are taking Toby and Angor Rot to the location. With any luck by the time this party is over we’ll have more than enough information to locate the bridge and put a stop to all this madness before it even starts.”

Jim smiles as Strickler helps him set the table.

“good! I’m glad. Maybe I’ll be able to relax for a little while and get the play done without any worries.”

“we can hope, young atlas. But, don’t go and hope that it will mean we will cut back on your training. The Trollhunter must be ever vigilant. The end of one great evil could easily be the birth of another.”

“way to not sound totally cryptic.”

“It’s a hobby.”

the doorbell rings. Barbra answers the door and happily welcomes Bhaltair inside.

“everyone have a seat, I’ll bring the food out in a moment!”

Toby checks a hallway to see if the coast is clear before running down it like he’s in a spy movie. With still no movement, he waves his hand to signal the others that it’s safe to follow. Notenrique leads the rag-tag party down the hall towards him when there is a loud thud behind them. Nomura turns around and goes to Draal’s side, who is rubbing his head and mumbling angrily with his other hand on the door frame.

“you ok?”

“I’m fine, but why why must humans be so small? I can hardly fit my horns through any of these entrances!”

there is a pause while Angor Rot, Toby, and Notenrique wait for the pair to catch up.

“So... why did you guys insist to bring along Thick McRunfast, again?” Notenrique taps his foot a bit impatiently. “these cameras will only be off for so long, ya know!”

Angor Rot also folds his arms and replies, “His strength could be of good use.”

“yeah, in an arena or smithing forge! This is an apartment complex not the Olympics!”

“it doesn’t matter cause he’s here now, but come one you guys Notenrique is right! We gotta get in this changeling’s room before anyone spots us!”

back at the dinner party everyone is having a good time telling stories and jokes around the table. Eventually however, Strickler raises his glass to take a drink before starting up a new topic.

“Oh Bhaltair, I remember something you mentioned in our last conversation.”

The man raises an eyebrow as he turns his attention to the school teacher.

“You said that you had a variety of hobbies that you... oh what was it... can’t do away with?” Strickler rests his head on one hand while taking another sip of his drink. “you simply must tell me what some of those hobbies are.”

Bhaltair clears his throat before getting an equally big smile on his face.

“Oh you know, it’s the usual sort of thing.” He also takes a drink. He looks up at Strickler from his glass before adding, “collecting things, mostly.”

“I see! Any items you just can’t live without?”

Bhaltair sits his drink down and smiles even bigger.

“You know, there’s one stone I’ve been trying to find. It was my prize possession, but unfortunately I let someone borrow it, and it was stolen. I would very much enjoy getting it back.”

“what a shame... but you know what they say. If you truly care for something, you set it free.”

“You know I.... was never all that good at letting things go.”

Jim and Barbra give each other slightly confused looks until suddenly the oven dings. Barbra rises and smiles.

“that must be dessert! I’ll clear up plates if any of you are done eating and bring that right out for all of us.”

Barbra leaves and Jim tries to finish his meal when Bhaltair takes another drink.

“You still don’t know when to quit while you’re ahead, do you Stickler?”

Jim almost chokes on his food and looks up to see both men shooting daggers at each other with their eyes.

“I learned from the best, now didn’t I?”

Jim nervously reaches into his pocket to check and make sure the Amulet is there.

“uh.... what’s going on, guys?”

“Jim, you can stop pretending.”

Jim looks at Strickler.

“he knows who and what we are.”

Notenrique hands Toby the key, who proceeds to unlock the door and lead the group inside- Draal taking note to duck this time.

Inside the Apartment is a wide array of bookshelves and a few tapestries, but most of the home is nothing out of the ordinary. Toby closes the door behind them and everyone gets to work looking for any clues. Notenrique, however, quietly sneaks away to the bedroom, his ears drooped as guilt may or may not be starting to take a hold of his conscience.

Meanwhile (again) Bular is sulking in the basement, sharpening one of his swords on his arm when he suddenly hears a noise. He looks up to a window to see a tiny human crawling in. At first he thinks to attack, but when she kicks a bucket and freezes in fear of being discovered, he chooses to instead go undiscovered as well.

He sheathes his sword and backs up into the shadows, making sure to remain facing her back at all times as she looks around. She accidentally knocks something else over, causing a could of dust. Bular holds his breath and takes another step back. The human sticks her head up against a pipe and tries to listen to the conversation above until her cellphone goes off.

Bular is thus trapped behind her up against the furnace with no way of going undetected should she at any point turn around. Luckily for him he blends in pretty well to the shadows.

“As much as I’d love to drag you out of here, Strickler, all the while begging for your life, I’m not here for you. Not yet, anyway.”

Bhaltair stands.

“I’m here for the amulet.”

Jim gets up and takes a defensive step back, hand subtly grabbing onto his steak knife on the table.

“come now, lad. Just give me the amulet and you shall all live.”

“yeah, only to be eaten by Heimdrel in a few weeks, am I right?”

the three suddenly sit down as Barbra reenters and takes their plates.

“I hope you like Apple Pie, Bhaltair. It’s a special recipe.”

“i’m sure it will be delicious. But don’t fret too much! Take your time preparing it.”

Barbra nods and returns to the kitchen. Instantly Bhaltair leaps forward towards Strickler with his knife, only to be parried by Jim who jumped in the way. Strickler grabs his knife as well and takes a defensive stance. Bhaltair backs up towards his chair, grabbing hold of his cane.

“Did you really think you’d get out of here so easily, Bhaltair? Two against one with a human in the other room?”

“Discovery isn’t so bad when you can easily wipe memory. A few minutes in my care and Barbra wouldn’t even remember she ever had a son.”

Bhaltair lunges towards them and his cane locks with their knives.

“you have no idea what I am capable of, boy. I have seen and done things that would freeze you in your tracks. If only you knew, perhaps you’d be willing to cooperate.”

Jim smirks.

“if only you knew that I had Bular in my Basement.”

Jim then hits the floor twice.

Claire looks up at the roof with an eyebrow raised, and Bular instantly remembers the code. He takes a step forward but freezes when he remembers Claire.

Jim looks at the floor and stomps again.

Bular looks confused now. He looks at his hand and starts counting. he looks frustrated. He knows what two stomps means, but what does more than that mean?! Bular also starts trying to look for an exit that wont alert the human of his presence.

Bhaltair smirks and stomps his foot on the floor as well, but his hit makes extra dust fall from the ceiling of the basement. Bular covers his nose but Claire doesn’t, causing her to sneeze.

Not thinking about it and with his back turned to her, Bular calmly replies, “bless you.”

He freezes upon realizing what he did. Claire freezes upon realizing she’s not alone in the basement.

Both very slowly turn to look over each other’s shoulder. Claire of course screams and backs away when Bular fully turns around to face her with those terrifying glowing eyes of his, hitting her head on the pipe and passing out from the force. Bular has a very panicked look on his face as she falls to the ground.

Back upstairs, Barbra is completely unaware of the chaos beginning to happen in the dining room. It’s two on one as Jim and Strickler take the advance. When Bhaltair dodges a strike from Jim and then gets a punch to the chest from Strickler as a result, the man leans forward to catch his breath from the force of the punch.

“I had no idea you could hit that hard.”

“It’s all in the art of the battle. If you read your history homework from last week you would have known that. Now let’s get him out of here.”

As Jim and Strickler jump forward and grab Bhaltair by the arms the man let’s out a very frustrated noise and easily tosses the two of them off.

“enough!”

Barbra somehow doesn’t notice the bright green Glow of Bhaltair’s human glamour melting away to reveal the troll form hidden just beneath.

Suddenly everything is so clear. The need for a cane, the slightly static movements, everything giving the impression that he was wearing something a few sizes two small. Bhaltair opens his four firely red glowing eyes and stretches his massive wings as he takes a moment to regain the feeling of movement in body parts long since hidden beneath his smaller disguise.

His tail is thick and flared at the end. It reminded Jim of a crocodile. On a strap across his chest is several glowing blue crystals. Bhaltair brushes back his fiery red Mohawk before smirking.

“it’s been a while since I’ve been able to stretch my wings. How lucky of me that my first job back in my real form is to slaughter you both.”

It’s then that Bhaltair lifts his cane from the floor, pulling on the smooth black wood to reveal a blade hidden in the hilt all this time.

“I will give you one last chance, boy. Give me the amulet.”

Jim steps back into fighting stance as Strickler shifts to his own form and plucks some knives off of his cowl.

“not on your life.”

Bhaltair’s eyes narrow as his wrist strategically twists the filigree engraved handle of the cane. He swings his arm and the blade stretches out into a whip covered in the razor sharp edges of the sword.

“so be it.”

Back in the apartment, the team has looked high and low for any clues with no luck. It’s then that Toby goes into the bedroom and finds Notenrique taking a look around. He looks clearly bothered by something.

“everything ok in here, little dude?”

“wha? Oh yeah... just uh... checkin his livin quarters fer any changeling locks he may have hidden in here. I hear this key would be able ta unlock that too if we can find it.”

“ok.... you look real glum though.... you wanna talk about it.”

“nah, just missed me nap is all.”

Toby enters the room fully.

“Well at least let me help you look.”

obviously they find it since Notenrique has known where the lock is this whole time.

“Angor Rot, Nomura! You might wanna come in here! We found a changeling lock!”

without hesitation, Nomura unlocks the hidden door. inside are some various notes, a more noteworthy trail starting in Scotland and paths leading from there all the across the north american continent. Was he looking for something? While Nomura, Angor Rot, and Draal look over the map, Toby takes note of the portal.

“careful with that, Toby!” Nomura takes the portal from him. “this portal leads to the darklands! Who knows what could be on the other side!”

meanwhile Angor Rot’s eyes haven’t left the map.

“It can’t be....”

a battle of epic proportions is breaking out in Jim’s living room. Bhaltair sweeps under the two of them with his whip, knocking the two to the ground and tackles Jim. Jim proceeds to use the sword of daylight as a barrier, keeping Bhaltair’s teeth away from his throat as he clearly tries to bite.

Bhaltair growls and keeps applying pressure on the blade while one of his free arms reaches for one of the gems on his armor.

“let’s see how a few hours in the torture chambers will sort you out!”

Bhaltair raises the crystal, about to crush it, when one of Strickler’s Knives shoot it out of his hand. Jim then gets the leverage to dig his foot onto Bhaltair’s torso and kicks him off. As Bhaltair tries to regain his balance Strickler tackles him and pins him to the table.

“almost ready guys! Sorry it’s taken so long. I had uh.... a bit of a problem with the oven but I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“not a problem, Barbra!” Strickler calls while trying to muffle the fight.

“yeah mom don’t worry! it’ll be great!”

back in the apartment, Angor Rot has collected up several books he feel Vendel or the Galdrigal brothers would find interesting, while Nomura is trying to figure where the portal leads in the Darklands. Toby sits solemnly on the bed beside Notenrique- who is looking more and more nervous by the second.

“you sure you’re ok?”

“oh yeah...”

Bhaltair has turned the tables and is now strangling Strickler on the table, when Barbra suddenly comes back in, she looks in to see the three of them at the table all talking and smiling.

“neither of you have a whip cream allergy, do you?”

“not at all, Barbra.”

“I’m fine too.”

“Ok! it’ll be just a few minutes more~”

The second the door is closed Strickler lands a good hit on Bhaltair’s jaw. Before Jim can return to his armor though, Bhaltair uses his whip to knock the amulet out of his hand. Bhaltair rubs his jaw before punching Strickler back. His hit sends the teacher stumbling back as Jim leaps forward and hits Bhaltair in the side.

Bhaltair, still stumbling from the earlier hit to his chest, falls to his hands and knees. Strickler leaps forward and puts him in a headlock while Jim grabs one of the knives from the table. He holds it to Bhaltair’s neck.

“Alright Changeling, talk! Where is the bridge?” Strickler loosens his grip just enough to allow Bhaltair to speak.

“And what makes you think I’d tell an exile that?”

Jim reminds him of the knife at his neck.

“you talk or you die, Bhaltair.”

“I didn’t slay over 50 of my kind to crumble beneath your petty little knife, boy. You will never make me talk.”

“You give me no choice, Bhaltair. farewell, Jailer.”

Unfortunately, Barbra finally enters with her promised pie. It’s covered in whip cream to clearly hide the burns from the oven. She comes to see Bhaltair in a headlock while Jim is holding onto his coat. The trio quickly improvise,Jim fixing his coat while Strickler popping Bhaltair’s neck.

“there we go, isn’t that so much better, doctor?”

“ah, yes. thank you, professor. I had no idea you were knowledgeable in chiropractory.”

“uh... yes. you could call it a side hobby of mine...”

“is everything ok in here?”

“huh? oh yeah mom everything’s fine! Bhaltair just ended up getting a kink in his neck and Strickler was sorting it out. Totally normal.”

“okayyyyy? well the pie is ready if anyone wants to have some with me.”

While Jim and Strickler are distracted by Barbra, Bhaltair pulls a fake copy of the Amulet of Daylight and swaps it out with the real one under the bookshelf. He carefully picks up his cane and returns to the table with Jim and Strickler.

Bhaltair leaves later with pleasant goodbyes and leftovers.

Strickler leaves soon after with a graceful kiss of Barbra’s hand, and a promise to meet with her again soon.

Jim turns to talk to his mother when he notices Bular looking out from the basement door with a deep panic in his eyes. in which case he quickly runs forward and turns his mom back around before she sees the troll.

“UH you know mom it’s been a *fake yawn* a long night. why don’t you head to bed for the night, huh? I can take care of the dishes.”

“you don’t have to do that Jim, at least let me-”

Jim looks over her shoulder to see Bular hold up Claire’s still passed the heck out. He laughs nervously and pats his mother’s shoulder.

“nononononono it’s fine mom! you go up to bed and I’ll take care of everything! Promise!”

As the group lock the door behind them, Toby takes one last glance at Notenrique. He seems pretty relieved all of a sudden. He returns home without another word to anyone.

as the gang prepare to enter Trollmarket, Toby is suddenly pulled back by AAARRRGGHH!!! who seems pretty terrified. Angor Rot steps forward to listen.

“was watching Trollhunter house. He is here. Angor, Jailer is here!”

Angor Rot nods, sitting his stolen books on the ground and approaching the troll.

“Think he saw me. Ran. Can’t hide at Toby house anymore. Jailer come for me and kill humans inside if I do!”

“I know I know,” Angor Rot thinks hard when Nomura notices something sinister about one of the books.

“Look out!” Suddenly Nomura leaps forward, pushing Angor Rot and AAARRRGGHH!!! away from the book pile.

A dark smoke shoots out from one of the books and wraps around Nomura’s leg. said book opens and begins to drag her towards it.

“A trap!” Angor Rot draws his blade.

He is, however, unable to act. If only because Draal instantly goes into action.

“Hold onto her!”

Angor Rot and AAARRRGGHH!!! hold onto her arms while Draal approaches the trap book. The book reacts negatively the moment he gets close, but cant’t stop the troll from grabbing onto the pages in his prosthetic hand and tear them out. He helps Nomura up as the smoke clears.

“so that’s why Notenrique was acting strange. The little gremlin must have known there was a trap!” Draal crumples the pages in his prosthetic furiously.

“now hang on, Draal, he seemed pretty guilty more than anything. I think... he may have been forced into it.”

“regardless of his involvement in his, it’s no longer safe for AAARRRGGHH!!! to hide in your home. We must convince Vendel to let him into the market. Tonight.”

finally at the Bridge building site, Heimdrel continues to wait Bhaltair’s return. When the changeling enters, fully in his true gargoyle-ish form, Heimdrel is instantly confronting him.

“Well? Does the boy still live?”

“You of little faith, did you really think I would take that honor from you?”

Bhaltair flips the amulet in his hand like a coin before holding it where Heimdrel can see.

“but it’s of no matter. Come tomorrow, not even the Trollhunter will be able to stop us.”

#Trollhunters #Dadswap AU #ok this is #LITERALLY the longest addition to the plot #but a lot happens in this one guys #I was up till past 4 in the morning to get this written for you people I hope you enjoy it #*nervous laugh* please tell me you enjoyed it

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