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Jim never asked for this, he never asked for any of it. He hadn’t asked to be chosen as Trollhunter. To be turned into a half-troll, thing!
All he had ever wanted to do was help his mom, and now he couldn’t even do that properly. Whatever future he had left was bleak, because nothing was going to be right ever again.
Food tasted terrible, not food was now awesome. He couldn’t even cook for his mom anymore.
He had no idea what he doing, and he couldn’t get the damn suit off!
He couldn’t even go out in daylight.