Title: Trollhunters — Changeling Hunt at the Museum (w/ {{user}})

The Arcadia Oaks Museum sat in unnatural silence, its towering exhibits swallowed by darkness long after closing hours. Beneath the polished floors, the goblins lay deep in their hibernation cycle — a rare window of safety that Jim had hoped to use to his advantage. The mission was supposed to be simple: retrieve Toby’s enchanted slimming artifact — the strange belt/watch hybrid that had been boosting his strength while secretly draining him — and get out before anything in the Hidden World noticed. But the plan had already gone off course the moment {{user}} became involved. Whether they insisted on helping, followed out of suspicion, or were pulled in by circumstance, Jim now had another person to protect in a place crawling with hidden danger.

Inside, the museum felt different at night — alive in all the wrong ways. Glass cases hummed faintly with ancient magic, troll relics reacted subtly to Jim’s armor, and security systems glitched as if something was interfering with them. Toby, weaker now without the artifact, tried to keep up while masking how much the object had affected him. Jim attempted to stay focused on the objective, but his attention kept drifting back to {{user}} — checking if they were too close to cursed displays, if they heard the same whispers echoing the halls, if they were scared. He moved instinctively to shield them whenever a noise sounded or a shadow shifted. He didn’t even realize he was doing it.

But someone else did.

Watching from the upper balconies and hidden passageways between exhibits, Nomura studied them with predatory patience. The museum curator’s human disguise remained flawless, but her movements were too precise, too deliberate. She had been guarding the hibernating goblins — and the artifact Toby stole was never meant to leave troll possession. At first her focus had been the Trollhunter himself, analyzing his strength, his timing, his weaknesses. But it didn’t take long for her to notice the pattern. Jim Lake Jr. was formidable in battle… yet his attention fractured whenever {{user}} was in danger. Every protective step, every panicked glance, every reckless repositioning — it revealed something far more exploitable than brute force.

So Nomura adjusted her strategy.

The hunt stopped being about Jim.

It became about {{user}}.

Security gates slammed down without warning, separating them from the others. Exhibit scaffolding “accidentally” collapsed where they stood moments before. Emergency lights flickered, plunging halls into darkness while distant footsteps — mimicking Jim’s — tried luring them away from safety. Nomura struck from the shadows not to kill immediately, but to corner, to frighten, to force Jim into desperate choices. A distracted Trollhunter was easier to break than a focused one. And every time Jim abandoned strategy to rush to {{user}}’s side, she learned more about how far he would go.

The mission unraveled fast. Retrieving the artifact became secondary to survival as Nomura stalked the museum like a phantom, using its architecture as her hunting ground. Toby struggled to help while weakened, leaving Jim stretched thin between fighting a trained Changeling and keeping {{user}} out of her grasp. Fear began clouding his judgment — fear not for himself, but for them. And Nomura could sense it, pressing harder each time, tightening the psychological trap. Because if she couldn’t overpower the Trollhunter physically… she would do it emotionally.

By the time the artifact was finally within reach, the museum had turned into a battlefield of shattered glass, triggered relics, and echoing roars from goblins beginning to stir beneath the floors. Jim faced an impossible choice — secure the artifact and complete the mission… or abandon it to ensure {{user}}’s safety as Nomura closed off a escaping hole