#corrupted jim

This snippet is based on @tunafishprincess a.u about Champion Jim and Trollhunter Barbara. Please enjoy :D!

Alone. Jim had felt so alone for the longest time. He loved his mother. Did everything for his mother. Good grades, no fuss, cleaning, cooking, never asking for help. He loved his mother... but did she love him?

  Walking through the dark woods late at night Jim stepped on leaves crunching them as he remained deep in thought. He held his jacket close as he began to sniffle the wind howling angrily around him. The cold bitter air clung to him and he felt the cold deep inside, it left him feeling empty and hollow. Wiping at his nose he glances at his phone again. One of the sources of his depression.

Barbara was supposed to come home early that night. Supposed too. She had promised and he believed her. But lately promises meant nothing to his mom...

Midnight. It was Midnight and he was begging for a text. A phonecall. A ding. A vibrate. A notification. Something. ANYTHING to show his mother still cared. That she still loved him. But no. Here he was... alone at night in the middle of the cold woods without the proper supplies and his mother didn't even notice.

Shaking in frustration and anger Jim thought of Strickler. The first man he'd ever really trusted after his father left and how they never talked anymore. How his mom pushed Strickler away. Pushed his happiness away.

Jim clutches his fists remembering how Strickler gave him extra credit when he was struggling or special tutoring sessions or when days were really bad some chocolate and a hug. He was always there. Always supoorting him. When he was with Strickler and they bonded Jim felt... he felt special. Needed. Wanted. After his dad left Jim just felt so dejected, Walter fixed that. And now Walter was gone too. All thanks to his mother.

Jim didn't know he was crying until he felt warm tears sting his cold face. He was so cold... Sniffling he ignored his shivering and tried to wipe the tears away but they kept coming. Biting his lip keeping it all in his vision blurred and it became hard to breath. His quiet sniffles soon turned to loud gasping as he struggled to remain composed. He began full on sobbing as he felt so empty and cold. No one loved him. Not aymore.

Not his mother. Not his would be father. Not Toby. Not Claire. No one. No one loved him and he was alone.

Screaming into the night Jim only felt pain. Emotions long repressed and built up now spilled out of him leaving him a disoriented mess. He hated this. He hated himself. Why was he so unlikable? Why did everyone leave or hate him? Why wasn't he good enough??? Screeching his sorrows to the wind he shivered. The trees groaned and creaked around him leaving him feeling scared. Jim spins in circles confused eyes wide as nothing seems familiar. Where was he? How does he get home? SHOULD HE EVEN GO HOME?!

  "Jim...?" A quiet whisper barley there uttered his name. As if it were floating on the wind.

Turning his eyes widened. "HELLO?" Jim shouts. He can't tell if he's shaking from his fear or from the cold. He's desperate to get home. To see his mom. To be safe and loved. To be cared for again.

"... Jim Lake..." A warm voice beckoned him forward and he followed it. It felt like a roaring fire, Powerful and dangerous but warm and inviting, soothing even. He sniffles following the aura and a wave of calm washed over him. He felt at peace. He felt, he felt safe. "Come to me..."

Eyes glazing over Jim lets himself go numb. His legs move subconsciously and he puts up no resistance. Morgana coos to him magic warm and inviting as she waits. He walks into her cave and she smiles form flickering as she watches the Hunters son.

"Hello Jim." Becoming more solid Morgana strides forwards looking over the teen. He would not survive as her champion in this form, she'd have to fix him, remake him in her image but that was okay. Morgana was a patient being and Barbara was a foolish hunter underestimating her.

Jim stands in front of Morgana and she nods deep in thought. Reaching out her hand she strokes his cheek. Jim leans into her touch and she hums softly. How could she fix such a kind and soft but broken creature?

"Jim." She soothes his troubled mind with her words and relinquishing her control over him he gasps before his eyes widen. Looking around panicked he stares at Morgana.

"W-who are you?" He demands body tensing as he stares at her. Gold fire flickers off her body and green eyes peer into his blue ones.

  "My name is Morgana." She answers tilting her head to observe Jim.

  "W-what are you?" He wonders outloud. He had stopped shaking but was still sniffling as he looked at Morgana.

  "I am what you need Jim." Morgana answers smiling at the confused child. Jim continues to sniffle glancing around anxious but he had calmed down. Such a foolish boy.

"I can answer all your questions Jim." Morgana promises. "I can return things to the way they were..." She hums softly. "I just need a little favor from you." Morgana coos as she strokes Jims cheek. Jims eyes go wide in fear as he stares at this woman. This strange and powerful but seemingly kind woman.

"A a... a favor?" He asks softly. Morgana nods and Jim leans into her touch unable to resist her motherly nature. For a second she looked like his mom and her hand felt like his moms. Stroking his cheek he closed his eyes wishing his mom was here with him. "what kind of favor?" He murmers missing his mothers touch, her sweet hugs and kind kisses.

"A favor." Morgana repeats continuing to stroke Jims cheek. As Jim leans further into her touch Morgana chuckles a bit. He was hers. "I'm an acquaintance of your mother." She hums gently. "We meet frequently. I want to surprise her. Will you help?" Jim looks up at Morgana eyes slightly clouded from her magic but mind completely free. This was his choice and he could leave whenever he wanted and yet he stayed. Barbara you utter fool. Leaving the one thing you love most unguarded.

"I'll do anything for my mom. What do you need?" Jim doenst even hesitate as he smiles at Morgana. She knows she has him trapped now. He will be her new champion.

"Your trust James Lake Jr. Your trust and your loyalty." Jim stares at Morgana. He thinks about it, thinks of his life and of his mother. This woman felt kind and warm and she said she knew his mother. Jim closes his eyes leaning further into her loving touch. He nods.

"You have my trust and loyalty Morgana." Feeling tingly all over Jim suddenly has no energy. His eyes begin to close and he whines a bit confused. He feels lips on his forehead and his reistence goes away, his mind goes blank and everything becomes black. Jim hears a soft voice above him the tingling spreading throughout his body as Morgana coos,

"My champion."