girl from france I ʜ.ᴄ.

𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 • 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒆

"It's the drugs, isn't it?" your uncle steps in.

Dr. Lake turns to him and corrects him, "It's not drugs, it's trolls."

Toby, Claire, and Jim gasp in unison.

"The internet! I knew it." uncle says and sat back down on the couch.

"Not internet trolls, real trolls." Dr. Lake told.

The three adults look at one another, in no time, laughter fills the room. Not wanting to get caught, the four teens decided to join in.

"Trolls? Barbara -" the elderly women takes a sip of her tea and ask, "Are you on drugs?"

"No. There are these creatures that live beneath us. it's not entirely clear in my head, but our kids are helping them and fighting them." Barbara explains.

"Oh no," your uncle whispers, "It is the drugs." he said to his wife.

"I believe you, Barbara." Ophelia stood up from her seat.

"You do?" she asked.

"I, too, have dealt with stress and anxiety and have the number to an excellent therapist." aunt concluded.

"It's not stress, Ophelia." Barbara waves off.

Toby laughs, "Hahaha. Trolls living beneath us? What? That's crazy town banana pants fosters."

Claire joins in, "With extra nuts." she adds.

Dr. Lake turns towards her son, "Jim, tell them... please." she pleads.

"Uhh.. um..." Jim sighs, "The hospital asked her to take some time off."

Javier: "Oh, no."

"Oh, dear." said Mrs. Domzalski.

"What?!" Barbara shouts in confusion. She gave the teens a stern look and march over to your belongings. "Look in their bags, search them! I'm sure you'll find a few surprises." she throws Claire's bag over to your aunt and uncle, while she threw Toby's to his nana. She searches Jim's bag and throw his amulet on the coffee table.

You sigh in relief and thought, 'Good thing I don't have one.'

"Mom." Jim protested.

"That's an invasion of my privacy!" Claire says over to her parents.

"Nana, don't!" Toby runs over to his grandmother.

"Oh, my." Mrs. Domzalski exclaim as she hold out Toby's war hammer.

"I don't know what's going on, but what do you call this?" your uncle Javier took out a protractor from Claire's bag.

"That's a protactor, Dad." Claire answers.

"I think he meant this." her mother told, holding out Claire's shadow staff. Then Ophelia turn towards you, "Are you in this too, Y/N?"

"Nope," I lied, "I am not included in their... play."

"A play?" your aunt repeats.

"Yeah, we're... LARpers. We're LARPers. Live Action Role Players. We play a fantasy game during lunchtime." Claire invented.

"Yeah. She's a sorceress, that's her wand," Toby points to Claire's staff. "And I'm a war king. That's a thing, right? And Jim has a metal... He's a metalizer."

"They're lying, this is not make-believe." Ms.Lake insisted.

Jim walk away from the living room, followed by his mother.

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"Our parents deserves to know what we do at night." Jim tells.

"What do you do at night with my niece and daughter?!" your uncle enrages.

"We fight trolls." Jim confesses.

Uncle sighs in relief, "Well, at least that's better then the alternative." Ophelia smacks her husband over to the chest, causing him to grunt. "What?" he says, looking towards her.

"Everything that my mother said is true. I am - I mean, we are... Trollhunters." he clarifies, standing straight up.

"Ta-da!" said Toby.