Most basically, this is just an AU in which Claire was chosen by the Amulet instead of Jim.

The story is probably going to cover all the episodes, maybe add some extra scenes here and there.

There is definitely going to be canon divergence—where, I'm not sure yet.

So, uh, hope you like what I've written.

I do not own Trollhunters.

Claire Nuñez woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring, telling her it was 5:50 AM and she needed to get up. Even though her body protested against leaving the warmth of her bed, she still pulled herself up with a grunt and yawned as she stretched her arms over her head. Then, with a swift smack of her hand, she silenced her alarm and swung her legs over the side of her bed.

Most teens her age might've slipped themselves right back under their covers, but Claire prided herself on being better than the average teenager. Whether that was from being an honors student or simply getting up early, she liked to think of herself as an unstoppable force of nature that not even a bit of drowsiness could stop.

So, with only a slight lag in her step, Claire started her day off. Gathering her clothes for the day, which was just her usual outfit, she crossed the hall and stepped into the bathroom. Then, after brushing her teeth and jumping in the shower, she stepped back out, donned in her favorite turtleneck shirt, leggings, and skirt.

There was only one last step to completing her trademark look, and that was clipping on her assortment of colorful barrettes.

By the time she had gotten downstairs, her parents were already up and at it. Her mom was in her office, typing away at her laptop while talking on the phone—probably speaking with a colleague about approval ratings. Her dad, on the other hand, was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper. Then, there was her baby brother, Enrique, who sat in his suspended seat, bouncing up and down while giggling.

"Good morning, papá," she said and he looked up from his newspaper.

"Good morning, mija."

At the sound of her voice, Enrique turned his eyes to her and he started giggling happily, jumping up higher while clapping his hands. A smile crossed her face, and Claire knelt down to pick him up in her arms.

"Hey, hermanito," she said and Enrique blew a raspberry, prompting her to giggle too. "I love you too."

After putting him back in his seat, Claire poured herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. She spent the rest of her morning munching on her meal and checking social media. Soon enough, she finished and was washing her bowl when her mom came into the kitchen, phone against her ear and purse slung over a shoulder.

"Alright. Alright. Alright, thank you," she said and closed the call. "Alright, dear, let's get a move on. We've got a busy day."

Claire glanced at her dad who groaned as he sat up, setting the newspaper down beside his cup. He straightened his clothes while her mom took Enrique up into her arms, but before they left she spoke up, "Um, mom?"

"Yes, Claire?" She didn't look up from her phone for a solid five seconds. "Is there something you need?"

Even though her mom's tone wasn't cold or hard, it still lacked the warmth that Claire yearned for.

"I, uh... was wondering if you could pick me up later on Thursday?"

Both of her parents scrunched their brows, obviously confused at her request.

"Claire, you know we'll be at work all day."

"I know, I was just-"

"And why do you need to be picked up later?"

Claire looked at them, feeling disappointment sink into the pit of her stomach. "You don't remember?"

Her mom looked down and gave a sigh while her father continued to wear a quizzical face.

"No, I can't say I do."

Claire forced herself not to frown. "Ms. Janeth is starting auditions for Romeo and Juliet on Thursday."

She sighed again and this time Claire didn't stop herself from frowning.

"Claire, are you sure you want to act in this play? You could choose another extracurricular activity to-"

"I'm sure, mom," she said.

Her mom's disappointed gaze lingered on her for a moment, but before Claire could crack from the pressure, her dad stepped in.

"Why don't you and your friends go hang out?" he suggested. "And I'm sure Enrique won't like sitting in my lap the entire day, so we could drop him off with you."

His eyes met her mom's and both of them shared a quiet conversation before her mom relented. "Fine. Just don't get into any trouble while you're out."

Claire smiled and nodded fervently before she glanced at the time on the microwave. It was about five minutes before she was supposed to leave, so she wrapped her arms around her parents and said her goodbyes. A little bit later, she was out the front door, lugging her backpack and checking her phone, and she started her walk to Arcadia Oaks High.

The sky had brightened significantly by the time Claire reached the canal that separated downtown Arcadia from the suburbs. The cold morning air had warmed up with the warming rays of the newly risen sun, something Claire greatly appreciated as she started crossing the bridge over the canal.

Cars drove by, carrying people to work or school. She glanced at some of them, but most others she ignored in favor of pondering on her growing anxiety. There were going to be a lot of people trying out for the role of Juliet. It was the lead female role in the play. And even though she had practiced and recited for hours the night before, Claire still had her doubts that she might not make the cut.

Her pace slowed then, and she looked down at the ground as she felt a sudden weight drop on her shoulders. Before it could become overbearing, however, a glint of light caught her eye. She looked to her left, down into the canal.

With the lack of a proper rainfall, the canal was dry and devoid of water. Yet, it was not devoid of a pile of stones sitting in the middle of it with something glinting blue in the morning sunlight.

"Huh." Claire squinted her eyes and tried to make out whatever was hidden among the rubble, but she couldn't make it out.

A moment later, she gave up on trying to find out what was down there and walked away.

"Claire…."

Claire jumped and twirled around. Her wide, brown eyes scanned the sidewalk behind her, but no one stood there.

"Is someone there?"

No one answered her.

A second passed, and then a minute before she decided that she was just hearing things. She turned in the direction of Arcadia Oaks High and took a step forward.

"Claire... Nuñez…."

Claire froze and twisted back around, but no one was there still. Her hands tightened on the straps of her backpack and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Her eyes darted around, searching for anything that could look like a person or a place where a person could hide.

Okay, this certainly isn't creepy.

She spent some time looking around, but the only thing to catch her eye was the blue glint in the canal.

"Claire Nuñez..."

Claire didn't know what it was that possessed her to walk around the railing. She didn't know what weird and mysterious compulsion pushed her to leave the cement of the sidewalk behind her and step onto the unkept grass. All she knew was that this was a bad idea... but it was also right?

Whatever the case, she quickly found herself standing at the top of the incline leading down the bottom of the canal.

"Claire Nuñez."

"Is someone there?" she called again. "Hello?"

She made her way down cautiously, making sure she wouldn't slip or fall.

"Okay, so this is totally a great idea," Claire mumbled under her breath.

Looking down the canal, she found no one there. Looking beneath the bridge, she saw only shadows. Whether someone was hiding there, she didn't know; and she most certainly didn't want to find out if there was.

Quickly stepping over to the pile of rubble, she walked around it until she found what was glinting in the sunlight. It was something blue and bright, partially hidden by a small slab of stone that she easily pushed aside.

"Hmm," Claire hummed as she picked it up and looked it over. "It's a... medallion? ...An amulet?"

She might've stood there for hours on end, examining the strange amulet, had she not thought about using the amulet in the play and then suddenly connecting the play to the fact that she was supposed to be on her way to school.

So, pocketing the amulet in her backpack, she started back on the path to Arcadia Oaks High.

Claire was an honors student, beloved by practically all the teachers at school for her work ethic. So, it was almost unheard of, of her getting anything less than an A. Yet, as she sat in World History with Mr. Strickler talking about the Peloponnesian War and the three individual wars that made it up, Claire could only think about her strange find earlier in the day.

Thankfully, she didn't need to sneak out her phone for a quick search on the internet. The school was well-funded enough to supply the class with laptops for their research, which Claire delightfully used to look up anything concerning talking amulets.

Typically, all the search results were about toys; one of them turning out to be a plushy. She tried inserting 'real' and 'silver' into the search engine, but nothing came up that was remotely close to the real, silver amulet sitting in her backpack.

She was in the middle of looking up 'real silver talking amulets that glint blue' when a head of black hair leaned into her face.

"Whatcha' lookin' at, C-Bomb?" Mary Wang asked and Claire shot her an annoyed look.

The Asian-American girl shot back a playful smirk at her to which Claire rolled her eyes.

"Just some stuff," she vaguely answered.

The answer was insufficient, but thankfully, Mary didn't get a chance to push the subject. Just then, Mr. Strickler's voice raised and Claire looked over to the older man who stood beside a boy in a blue jacket. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Eyes turned to the boy and the teacher, unbeknownst to her classmate who innocently asked, "Sir?"

"With Herodotus' opinion on his tactics of war, as I've described."

"Oh, uh…."

It was clear as day that he didn't know the answer, and Claire watched curiously to see how he would save face. It was almost like watching a comedy bit.

"Absolutely," the boy answered vaguely, and she was pretty sure he tried flashing a confident smile.

Tragically, however, Mr. Strickler saw right through him and fired back immediately. "Excellent. Which tactics, specifically?"

Ooh. How's he gonna answer?

"The, uh… winning ones?"

Okay, that was worth a little laughter, which Claire gladly gave along with the rest of the class just as the bell rang.

Mr. Strickler called out a reading assignment as they packed up their belongings—which she filed away mentally. Soon, she was out in the hall with Mary on her right and Darci Scott on her left. Usually, they'd be chatting about something like grades, classes, social woes, or Mary's newest boyfriend, but today Mary was keen on trying to get Claire to answer why she was, for once, not paying attention in class.

"So, you gonna tell us what you were looking up?"

Claire groaned and rolled her eyes while Darci looked on quizzically.

"What happened?" she asked, having been on the other side of the room.

"Claire was looking at toys instead of at the poly-plennesian war."

Claire only cringed a little bit at how her friend had butchered that name.

"It's the Peloponnesian War," Claire corrected, "and I was just looking at… toys… for Enrique."

Both girls shared an uncertain look, but they bought her excuse, thankfully. She really didn't want to explain how she was hearing voices by the canal and found a weird amulet in a pile of rocks. And thank God that the mentioned amulet wasn't calling her name anymore. If it was she would've dumped it in a trashcan hours ago.

"Well, that's cool," Mary accepted and glanced at a poster for the upcoming play. "You nervous about auditions Wednesday?"

Finally, something I want to talk about.

"Yeah, just a little," she confessed and Darci nudged her with her elbow.

"Ah, come on, Claire. You'll do great."

She flashed a smile and Claire reciprocated it, feeling the warmth of friendship blossom inside of her. Maybe her parents didn't fully support her, but at least her friends did. Though… would they support her if she talked about the amulet?

A little later in gym class, Claire met the boy with the blue jacket again. She, Darci, and Shannon Longhannon were sitting on the bleachers, resting after their climb up the ropes. Claire had brought out her binder and stack of flyers, planning on sticking some up in the gym after class—with Coach Lawrence's permission, of course. While they were waiting for the rest of the class to get through with their exercises, Darci had set her phone on top of the flyers and played a funny video she'd found yesterday.

They were in the middle of giggling when that boy from World History strode over.

"Buenas noches," he greeted and she blinked.

Claire hadn't known anyone who actively spoke Spanish outside of the classroom, and the guy certainly didn't look like someone who grew up speaking it.

"You speak Spanish?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

For whatever reason, he blushed and made to answer her, but stammered lamely instead. They gave him some weird looks before Darci sighed, obviously unimpressed.

"Come on, Claire," she said and got up.

While she and Shannon walked off, giggling at their classmate's expense, Claire stayed and offered the guy a pitying look. He could certainly work on his acting skills… and speaking of acting actually.

"Do you like Shakespeare?"

He blinked. "What?"

"Do you like Shakespeare?" she repeated.

"Shakespeare?" he repeated hesitantly.

"The school play," Claire elaborated and handed him a flyer off of the binder she was carrying. "We're having trouble getting boys to audition."

He scanned over the flyer quickly, his face holding an unsure expression. When he tried to answer her, he stammered again and she frowned. Giving him one final look, she tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and walked off after her friends, mentally crossing her fingers in the hope that she'd actually gotten a guy to try out.

She found Darci and Shannon in the locker room, switching out of their gym clothes. Claire followed suit, and the three of them giggled about the boy's rather lackluster attempt at speaking to them while they changed into their usual outfits.

By the time Darci and Shannon were ready to go, Claire was slipping on her jacket when she thought she heard something. She twisted around, briefly spying a shadow in the mist pouring out of the showers. Her eyes narrowed and she pulled a can of mace from her bag.

She would've called to Darci and Shannon if she wasn't worried about scaring off whoever might have been spying on them. Her search through the locker room proved to be fruitless, however, and she left empty-handed. Although, that lingering feeling of being watched stayed with her until she was outside and heading to her dad's car, parked alongside the curb.

The drive home was relatively silent, with her on her phone and her dad watching the road. The only conversation they had was when her dad told her that he and her mother were going out to attend a meeting, and they would be taking her baby brother with them. So, that left her all alone for the night. It wasn't anything unusual, so she just nodded her head and muttered "alright" and "okay" whenever he asked something of her.

So, later that night, she was laying down in the living room in her socks, trying to keep herself entertained.

She'd finished all her homework and practiced her lines for the auditions Wednesday, and she'd browsed social media for a couple of minutes, but that had quickly become boring. So, with nothing else to do, Claire chose to look over the weird, talking amulet again.

Tossing it around, she watched it glow and flash blue, all the while wondering how it could possibly do so. There wasn't any cover for some battery slots, and she didn't think there was any other way to make silver shine blue.

Maybe it's magic?

She furrowed her brow and sat up, the thought perking up a whole new string of ideas in her mind. If it really was magic, then that would explain the whole 'mysterious voice calling her name' when she had found the amulet.

Okay, so now I'm just thinking crazy. Magic isn't real… right?

Her hands gripped the amulet tightly and she narrowed her eyes as she examined the strange inscriptions along the rim.

"Come on, do something. You talked to me earlier," she said aloud. Yet, the amulet did nothing but glint in the light of the lamp next to her. "Great. Now I'm talking to an inanimate object."

Claire leaned back against the couch and sighed. "Maybe I'm just too stressed ou-"

Suddenly, she was interrupted by clattering coming from her back door. Squeaking, she jumped up immediately, startled and then frightened as a hundred, brief ideas of what that might've been ran through her head. In the end, she decided that it was probably some raccoons, or maybe even some foxes. Either way, she headed towards the backdoor, grabbing a broom out of the hall closet on her way there.

"Alright. You got this, Claire."

Unlocking the door, Claire swung it open and jumped back, broom held at the ready. Strangely, there was nothing outside but the dead of night. Scrunching her brow, she frowned and closed the door.

"Great, and now you're hearing things outside of your house," she muttered and walked back to the hall closet.

However, just as she passed by the kitchen, she heard a dull ring and caught a flash of blue in the dark.

"What on Earth?" she mumbled, flicking the lights on and stepping towards the island counter where the amulet sat. "How did- Did I- What?"

Claire picked it up and held it high, watching the blue glow brighten and dim steadily, almost like a heartbeat.

And then, she heard the backdoor open with a click.

She dropped the amulet, her body freezing up as her blood ran cold as the realization hit her that she'd forgotten to lock the door. By the time she twirled back around, there were six, large eyes staring at her.

"Master Claire!"

Claire screamed. She screamed the most high-pitched, terrified scream that she'd ever screamed in her entire life as she backpedaled a few steps and slipped on the fallen amulet. Her head hit the ground in an instant and the last thing she saw before the lights went out were those six eyes and a second pair staring down at her.

Hope you liked that first chapter.

If you want to know, most of what I've written is inspired by fan art of Trollhunter!Claire from Pie-Hell on Tumblr and 'I am no man' by 'smol_water_witch' on AO3.

Go check out their stuff, it's pretty awesome.

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