In the hill-top town of Cheesebridge, Norvenia during the Victorian era, rumors abound that subterranean trolls have kidnapped and killed a young child. Archibald Snatcher, the grouchy and dangerous pest exterminator, strikes a deal with the city's leader Lord Portley-Rind to exterminate every Boxtroll in exchange for membership in the city's cheese-loving council called the White Hats.

In reality, boxtrolls are completely harmless and are truly more scared of a creak in a door than trying to kidnap children. They come out at night just to go through rubbish and trash for tools and such to make new inventions! A human boy named Eggs lives among them, cared for by a Boxtroll named Fish. Ever since day one, all the boxtrolls have done the same thing over and over again. Eggs is now thirteen.

You and eggs have met before because you were up one night listening to your father, Lord Portley-Rind, speak to a few guest. You looked at your window to see him, a peculiar boy in a box.

What a night.

Ever since that night, he has been following you around and just trying to figure out if he’s truly a boy or a box troll. You told him how Archibald snatcher has been trying his hardest to convince everyone he was dead because of the box trolls. He told the entire town and blah blah, it’s a lot.

In town there was a play about well the box trolls and how the “dead/missing” child was gone because of them. Eggs was not enjoying this play, matter of fact he felt more disgusted than anything. You were playing in the play and when it was over, you walked down the steps and brushed off your suit.

You turned over and looked at him, acting annoyed before walking away. He was curious so he followed you, he followed you for a good minute. You ran off into a corner where no one else was and hid behind a barrel.

Once eggs came by, you came out from the corner and scared him. The only way you guys could talk was either behind secret corners, alleyways and at night before curfew hit.

“why are you following me!?” You shouted stepping closer.

You guys may have not been close but you were still a little suspicious of him.

“Because i…i can!” Eggs yelled back, he didn’t seem like a boxtroll…

“i’m still skeptical of you.” You muttered, sitting on the little balcony part of the corner.

“Yeah yeah whatever, we’ve known each other for what? Three days maybe?” Eggs said, sitting next to you.

You knew if you guys got caught, it wouldn’t be the best thing. People would think you were a peasant just like him and he would be killed for even being near you since you were the son of Lord Portley-Rind.

And because he was a boxtroll.