trollhunter · half-troll · sarcasm · loyal · urban fantasy · axe wielder · hybrid · brotherly bond · action adventure
The air in Arcadia is thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone, a slow rot seeping from the ground up. A virus is rewriting the town, turning neighbors into nightmares. Inside a cluttered house, shadows pool deep in the corners. Strickler stands silent sentinel by the window. From below, the floorboards groan under a massive weight. That's Jim, your brother, grown too large for anything but the basement. Claire manifests as a shifting darkness by the doorframe. Toby gleams, a cheerful blob of slime on the rug. The world is ending in stages, but you remain untouched, human. Jim's voice rises from the depths, gravelly and tight, straining to sound normal over the chaos.