#kanijar

"In these lands, it's kill or be killed. You can never turn back once you take a life./The blood will stain your hands as the madness sinks its claws, child./Yes! YES! Show Clown that little buddy has the eyes of a monster!/Do what comes natural or die, squirt. Pull the damn trigger!"

They had gotten reports of strange stone monsters near the California borders. It was natural for Sector 49-B to investigate once pictures cropped up on the internet. They had found a den of beasts within a cave in the forest, two adults and five juveniles. Stone for skin and moss like material for fur.

Adults put up one hell of a fight with a few casualties but the creatures were restrained. Their colorful forms now ensnare in energy bindings while the chloroform in the muzzles sedate them. Unfortunately the juveniles immediately scatter in the initial assault.

Colonel Kubritz ordered a live bag in and tag. The bodies would be dealt with once all the creatures were caught. It should've been an easy task thanks to their advance state of the art technology. A foolish notion as no one realized a real monster was on the hunt.

It was another lively night for the citizens of Trollmarket. Various trolls enjoying a drink whilst they trade tales at the bar, Bagdwella's normal conflict against gnomes, and even the rare few were sparring. A normality that instantly shatter when a loud roar tore through the entire market.

"READY THE HEALERS! WE HAVE INJURED TROLLS!" The harsh howl belonging to none other than Kanijar the Courageous, the current Trollhunter and protector of Trollkind. His large armored frame carefully support two limping trolls as their five whelps follow behind.

The children had little scratches but were otherwise fine. Same couldn't be said for their parents though. Scorch marks wrapped around the arms, legs, and face from those 'magic bindings', the father had his right horn plus his left tusk broken, the mother now missing a chunk of her back while both horns were cut in half.

The sight had instantly brought a large crowd as multiple trolls went to escort the family to the Heartstone. Yet, none noticed the look in Kanijar's eyes. One of haunting dread as he recall the incident on his way to Vendel.

It had been a simple request at first. A Trollmarket citizen was worried about their cousin's family at the borders and ask him to check on them. What Kanijar stumble upon on his way there wasn't a peaceful forest. No, what found was a battlefield full of blood.

Human bodies in the dozens scattered haphazardly like a macabre mural. Torn limbs hung off the tree branches, split open corpses had their organs strewn across the ground, vultures ate away at the exposed fresh pinkish brain matter outta open or smashed skulls, and blood had flood the soil in large crimson pools. Kanijar cringe at the heavy scent of iron that overtaken the clean forest air.

They were all soldiers from the broken weapons and shredded uniforms, most likely hunters as the Trollhunter saw multiple human transports the further he went. Every tire been slashed to pieces while some were missing their engines. A few corpses hung limply from the blood stained upholstery and seats.

Kanijar has seen the horrors of war over his long life yet... There was something about this that made his gut twist in knots. A scent hidden underneath all this blood and death. It was familiar but he couldn't put a finger on it.

Kanijar took a small pouch from the hammer space in his armor and took out a small perfectly cut pietersite. "This should the reveal the truth." He then inserted the stone into his armor where the Amulet of Daylight laid.

It's crystalline blue face burn a bright light blue as Kanijar's helmet visor slid down. The bloodbath around him instantly broke apart like glass with once dead soldiers in strange puffy yellow suits now standing on guard. Both adult trolls laid on the ground snared by bright green magic shackles.

At least 10 soldiers were prepping the unconscious parents for transport. Some were on the hunt for the missing whelps from what Kanijar can gather since one hunter was using a "walkie talkie". All of it reminded the Trollhunter about the ancient conflict his people had with humans.

Particularly the fleshbags that saw trolls as toys or at worst; experiments. The dark thought was instantly torn apart in seconds when he felt it. An intense wave of pure unfiltered killing intent. There were few things that pietersite could translate through the Trollhunter's amulet than just view past events.

One example is how dangerous a particular threat is in the form of killing intent. The best way for Kanijar to describe is like weighted stone slabs. Heavier it feels, the deadlier the opposition. And right now the Trollhunter felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back.

*BANG* Kanijar froze as the yellow suited soldier on the walkie talkie fell dead, what was once a head now blown into pieces. "What the hell?!?" He barely caught the dark blur run past the hunters handling the unconscious trolls. Their bodies exploded outwards as slices of viscera paint the trees and their unassuming comrades.

'So fast! I need to readjust the pietersite or else I won't see the assailant!' Kanijar turn one of the hands on Amulet, the scene around him slowing down in time for him to see it. On top the tallest tree was a lone figure.

Their body cover by a thick long black coat adorn by midnight blue stripes that resemble claws from the sides, shoulders and arm sleeves. Pitch black slightly puffy pants held onto a thick belt, obsidian heavy duty boots which had metal soles, black fingerless gloves with spike knuckles.

Their face hidden by a midnight blue face mask, long forest green scarf flutter around their neck, midnight blue hood that held false horns and black goggles which bear emerald green lens shone ominously in the moonlight cover their head.

In the left hand was a human contraption called a gun, a Desert Eagle from what his peculiar intel will later tell him. The right is a katana with a dragon head on the hilt and strange lettering on the blade(means 'Crush, Destroy, Kill.' in Thai.) What had Kanijar concerned had been the figure's frame.

It was too small and scrawny to be a troll. Changeling didn't fit right either as their peculiar frames still had some troll like bulk. Humans couldn't move that fast nor have such precise power. It then hit Kanijar like a truck.

The scent that had been obscured under all the blood and viscera. One quite familiar despite the centuries of time gone by. He couldn't forget what his son Draal will always be to him. "By Deya's Grace... it's a whelp."

"Up in the trees!!" Every soldier aimed their weapons at the young whelp assailant. Like a Stalking from above, the small fighter dove down from their perch... And utter hell was unleashed.

One second the whelp was on the tree top and the next they were right in one soldier's. Desert Eagle aimed 5 inches away from their larger opponent's head. Whelp didn't hesitate to pull the trigger as the metal bullet pierce the black visor akin to paper.

The death was enough to jolt the Hunters into firing their more advanced blasters at the attacker. Kanijar merely watch the whelp use the body as a spring board to launch themselves forwards. Small lithe form weave past every deadly blast of emerald energy like a serpent.

The child's blade split multiple shots in half with a simple swipe almost if it was child's play. Sword met yellow fabric covered flesh in seconds as the whelp plunge it right through the heart. To add further insult, they flung the body forward like a makeshift shield.

Emerald blasts tore through the carcass spreading blood and chunks of meat everywhere. Yet the whelp was the only one unfazed as they use the distraction to fire multiple rounds. Kanijar couldn't help but feel ill seeing the massacre continues.

It was crystal clear that the whelp had been taught to fight this way. A calculated killer whose strikes were as ferocious as they were lethal. Every bullet's aim was to shatter heads and hearts. Their blade swung to cleave flesh but also bone without fail.

An assassin as brutal as the Pale Lady's Champion Angor Rot. Something that filled Kanijar with righteous fury than just horror. No whelp should fight like this. The realm of battle wasn't made for them but seasoned warriors who chose this path.

Kanijar nearly lunge forward into the illusion when one Hunter had manage to catch the whelp. They went to restrain them only for the small assailant to pull aside their face mask. Moonlight shone on a mutilated pudgy face of a human.

Their mouth was torn so badly that large razor sharp teeth, bloody gums, to even meaty cheek flesh could be seen, the lower jaw replaced by a metal jaw akin to a bear trap. Kanijar watch as the whelp viciously bit into their captor's neck. A loud feminine scream fell dead when the whelp tore out their throat in seconds.

The child reclaimed their weapons and leapt so high into the air that not even the most agile Changeling could reach. For a split second, Kanijar saw a spot on their upper right chest shone a bright blood red. Then the remaining Hunters suddenly fell in various states of carnage with the child standing harmlessly at the center.

Heads crush to pieces, bodies torn so viciously that their organs were mincemeat, and everything else been made into useless scraps. There was no way the whelp could move so fast as the Trollhunter set the pietersite to its lowest speed. 'Did they stop time?'

It was the only plausible answer Kanijar could come up with. Just what he needed, a whelp assassin who can stop time. The Trollhunter watch as the child approach the unconscious trolls. In one clean swipe, their bindings were torn to pieces.

The whelp began to collect the broken stone fragments of the trolls and stuff them in a bag. Kanijar quietly follow their small visage as they drag the unconscious trolls back to their den. The whelps were all gathered there safely, all of them were scared until the human came back with their parents.

It was like a switch as the small assassin took out playing cards and began to perform simple card tricks. The human whelp had kept watch of the family whilst entertaining the frightened trolls until their parents awaken. Small bag with the broken troll flesh was left behind so they could be reattached by healers.

Once the adults began to regain consciousness, they immediately made their departure. Although the whelps were given a Queen of Hearts card before the human whelp left. Kanijar cut the pietersite's magic as he now had the answers about the family's current location.

The Trollhunter can only imagine Vendel's reaction to the news. A mutilated human whelp who wields time magic alongside the skills of a veteran assassin. Kanijar will have to ask his 'chair guy' for help on finding them, minus the gruesome details. He couldn't let the child continue like this as they still had their kind heart.

"Maybe Draal can keep watch of the human whelp while AAARRRGGHH tames their bloodlust. Once the family gets settled in, I'll ask if they can let me look over the playing card. The scent left on it would make the search easier."

Meanwhile at the outskirts of Arcadia, a certain young boy steadily walk towards the sleeping town. His bright blue eyes no longer hidden by green tinted goggles as his face mask hid the boy's gorey mouth. "I'm almost home, Mom and Toby."

And that's it. Trust me when I say Jim here is a little fucked up in the head. Only thing I can tell you is that the reason why happens the same time his face got terribly torn. This also goes for the supposed 'time stop' ability. A coup de grace so don't expect him to spam it.

Jim's outfit here is partly based on the concept art for Hank J. Wimbleton from the live action Madness Project Nexus trailer. The rest are here. I can imagine there are some weaponry and terms Kanijar isn't familiar with.

I'll be drawing it later alongside Jim's scarred face. As for Sector 49-B, they'll be much more dangerous and sadistic than in canon. I'm talking about SCP Foundation levels of bad. This mainly stems from how brutal the Madness Combat side of this AU is.

You're mostly gonna see more gore in some chapters just like this drabble. Plus I'll be using some of the Trollhunter's novel material too than just the rating. You'll also see more usage on the Amulet's stone based magic. Pietersite is something used for investigation purposes as it can replay past events. How long depends on how perfectly cut the stone is.

With it, a Trollhunter can pause, slow down, or speed up interactions. Pietersite gives audio and visual details but also threat levels if the scene had been a battle. It reads how dangerous a potential threat is in the form of pressure with killing intent being the best to translate.

That troll family will be popping up later in the story too! I originally planned to kill the parents but decided against it. Trollmarket is practically gonna curb his bloodlust as he can't really do it anywhere else without being put in a mental asylum.

Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the madness as I'll see you back in Arcadia.