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Back in the day…
A dark negative feeling had started to form around a small bright house. Yelling started to disrupt all over the place, loud enough to disturb the creatures that surrounded the home. The arguments keep on going forever leaving every troll in the house to hear nothing but an off-key note. This uproar started to lead some brothers to start pushing each other around like they were in a playful wrestling match. Causing a huge mix of emotions towards a young blue haired troll who wanted to let out the loudest cry ever that could have been compared to an experienced whistler. But instead ran towards his grandmother, clenching hard to her shirt and stuffing his face in this warm, comforting and roughness of the shirt.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!” yelled the second oldest troll, continuing his outrage towards the oldest brother. “THAT OBSESSION YOU HAD WITH ALL OF US REACHING THE “PERFECT” FAMILY HARMONY, IS WHAT CAUSED THE SHOW TO GO TERRIBLE!!” Placing his hands on his brother's jacket which caused the oldest to stumble a little before grabbing a grip of the floor to balance himself. All of this disruption not once even bothered the oldest brother, keeping a straight face even when he yelled back. Taking a big deep breath before replying back in an increasing volume, “I…We promised our fans that we would have reached the PERFECT FAMILY HARMONY. I DIDN'T WANT TO LET THEM DOWN AND WHO KNOWS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO BROZONE IF WE COULDN'T REACH THE PERFECT FAMILY HARMONY. PLUS YOU DIDN'T FOLLOW MY LEAD!!”
“WE TRIED AND WE FAILED, YOU MESSED UP OUR CHOREOGRAPHY WHICH CAUSED US TO GET HURT AND HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF OUR FANS. THIS USED TO BE FUN BEFORE YOUR VISION OF PERFECT RUINED THIS BAND!!” chimed the third brother before slamming his finger towards his older brother's chest. This little action started to piss off the eldest as he took small steps to throw a big trantrum through the motion of his hands, arguing to both brothers in front of him. “Woah, WoAh, WOAH!! I WAS PROVIDING WHAT'S BEST FOR BROZONE, TO MAKE BIGGER NAMES FOR OURSELVES!!” The oldest, getting more irritated by each second, started to tune out the yelling as he looked over his brother's shoulder to see his grandmother holding his baby brother. Silence filled the small home in mere seconds as every troll took the time to catch their breath, leading the three brothers to twist their whole body towards the fourth brother. “FLOYD!!” Yelling in “perfect” sync as the brothers shoved each other to get closer to Floyd. “WHAT DO YOU THINK/SHOULD HE BE EMBARRASSED OF/COME ON FLOYD YOU GOTTA AGREE WITH ME!!” Now off sync and yelling as wild hyenas, Floyd slowly placed his hands on his ears before yelling at what his lungs could reach.
“STOPPP!!!”
Every troll remained in silence looking upon Floyd, who spoke more softer. “Just stop, please. You guys keep on fighting ever since BroZone got more serious and it never solved anything. Plus… you're scaring Grandma and baby Branch.”
“Okay, yeah. Maybe Spruce and Clay are right, I am “too serious” but they should have known when to keep up with me.” The eldest had already given up and had no point to yell anymore. The second oldest, Spruce, got more irritated by his brother's response and countered back. “You know what? I'm done playing the heartthrob. My exquisitely chiseled rock-hard abs and I quit.” Where Spruce ripped off his purple jacket into two pieces. Now the third brother, Clay, spoke next. “I quit, too, and you can keep these.” Throwing a pair of analogous yellow and green underwear towards the oldest face, getting more angrier by the second. “I am more than the fun one. I'm in a sad book club. Did you know that? A SAD book club. I'm going to find other trolls who take me seriously.”
“Fine! I don't need this. I'm out. I'm done. I'm sorry.” Stopping in his tracks, the oldest walked over to his grandmother and baby brother. Carefully placing his rough hands on Branch's face. “I'm sorry Bitty B, but I need to go. It's for the best that I leave. Don't be sad, okay… Grandma please take of baby Branch.” Before leaving he looked at the rest of his brother's to say one last thing. “I'm gonna go hike the Neverglade Trail by myself, bro-lone. Bro going solo. YOLO. Goodbye forever!” “Fine, I'm out of here. Later losers.” “Same here.” Floyd watched the rest of his brothers say their goodbyes to their Grandmother and Branch, and pleaded out once more. “Guys, please… Come on.*sigh*”
“It’s my fault. I ruined everything.” A frightened little voice alerted Floyd, seeing Branch slowly walk towards him. Kneeling down to see his baby brother, eye to eye, taking a big deep breath before continuing the conversation.
“No, no, Branch, it’s not your fault.”
“But not you, Floyd. You’re not leaving either.”
“Not forever. I’ll be back. I promise. But for right now I… I have to follow my heart. It’s telling me that it is time to start a solo career.
“But what am I gonna do?”
“Branch, I want you to know what the most important thing you’re going to do. To be the best troll you could be, okay?”
“Okay.”
“When you miss me, you can wear this. It will be like I’m right here with you.” Taking off his dark green jacket and wrapping it carefully around his brother.
“And when you come back, we’ll make our hideout.” Taking out a beige paper to show Floyd, that was filled with drawings with each and every brother in each corner.
“Definitely…Huh? A ten story waterslide?”
“Yeah! That’s how we shower.”
“Well, better keep this in a safer place.” Tucking the piece of paper into the jacket's pocket. Floyd takes one more look at his brother, before giving him a big hug. Standing up with fulfillment, Floyd walks towards his grandmother to give one last hug then marches towards the exit. Turning his back to Branch, to say his final goodbye. “Goodbye, Branch.” Proceeding to take one last breath, slowly walking, farther and farther. “Bye” Gloomily spoke Branch. Seeing all the chaos unraveled, Branch did not cry once and held strong. Since he has finally grown up.
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An older red-headed troll stumbled across the wilderness, panting like a wild animal, trying not to fall once. But his tiny self is so light that a large “earthquake” keeps him a few inches off the ground. Trying to get on his feet, he is instead snatched by a much larger creature. “Gotcha!” A enthusiastic girl managed to capture a small troll in the middle of the wilderness, babbling her “success” to another larger creature. “See Veneer, I told you it’s easy to capture a little troll. Now we can become MEGA stars, just need to know what to do with this troll.” Walking away from the scene with pride, the other creature stops at their tracks to look at his slightly trembling hands before replying back.
“No…”
“What?” Still clenching the troll, the creature turns around and walks towards the green-haired twin.
“I said, No!”
“Excuse me?”
“NO!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO, DON”T YOU WANT TO BE FAMOUS!!”
“YOU… wanted to be famous”
“YOU TOLD ME YOU ALSO WANTED TO BE FAMOUS, WHAT'S WITH ALL THIS CRAP??”
“I only agreed because you’re my sister.”
“Was that really your reason?”
“Yeah!”
“...”
“Look, it would be nice to become famous but I don’t want to hurt little trolls just to be famous. You always do what you want, you didn’t even ask ME what I thought. And I hate how you sometimes treat me. I don’t say anything because I’m afraid you’ll hate me forever… Please before it's too late, Vel.”
Veneer sees his sister rapidly turn her back towards walking away slowly, not speaking one word. The intensity of the air started to overwhelm him, not knowing how his sister was going to act next made him more anxious. But she only looks at the scared troll then the ground, slowly losing her grip before running to her brother. Seeing this action Veneer shuts eye only to feel something squirming in his hands, calmly opening his eyes to notice the troll looking around his surroundings. Taking a glimpse of his sister walking away then to the small creature. He kneels down to gently place the troll on the ground and utter a whisper. “We’re sorry little troll. I hope you can forgive us, mainly my sister. But we’ll be on our way, so no need to be scared of us.” The red-headed troll sees the taller boy get up and stand in silence, cautiously headed towards his sister. Veneer opens his mouth to quietly speak. “Do you… hate me?” Only to see his sister continue to walk before slightly yelling back. “I’m MAD! Just mad!”
“...”
“...”
“We can still be famous by practicing... Yeah, it’s going to take a long time but we’ll be famous together. Be on top and let others know that we work real hard.“
“... Fine! Just to let you know that I’m not fond of practicing.”
“I know.”
The troll sees both siblings walk away, looking around his surroundings to see himself in the middle of nowhere. The only thing the troll was thinking about was his brothers. Thinking back and forth between the siblings in front of him and his own, seeing how similar both relationships are. His mind finally stops looking upon the strained siblings and yells towards them.
“WAIT!”
Both siblings stopped at their track, one looked anxious while the other looked angry. Staring at the troll from far away, both walk over to hear it talk once more.
“I…I might be able to help you guys be famous.”
“Now, why would YOU help us? When we almost kidnapped you?”
“I don’t know… Maybe because you both remind me of the situation I had with my brothers. So I want to help you both with your situation.”
“Our situation? Okay? But what would you do?”
“I could help the both of you improve your voices, even with choreography.”
“‘Sure’. How come you know all this stuff.”
Veneer, who’s next to his sister, chimed in with a question. “Wait, Vel. Doesn’t he look a bit similar, I can’t get it on the top of my head though.”
“Brozone. I was part of Brozone.”
“Oh yeah!. Mhm… Floyd, right. The sensitive one.”
“Yep…Look, I don’t why I’m willing to help the both of you. It’s just, you both reminded me of my brothers.”
Veneer and his sister both look at each other, as he gives an awkward smile. His sister, Velvet, decided to unleash a big sigh before responding back to Veneer.
“Fine” In a sarcastic tone and rolling her eyes “Veneer, could you grab him…”
Veneer is seen picking up Floyd with a wide grin on his face, slowly picking his pace up to catch up with his sister who has already started to walk towards their destination. To keep the walk less awkward Veneer tries to spark up a conversation with Velvet and Floyd but only the little troll talks back. His sister pretends to not be interested in the conversation, only to listen to them talk. Veneer stops for a second and turns to his sister in fear to ask a quick question. “Wait… Vel, do you have the keys?” Velvet responded back with a nod as all three of them continued their journey to Mount Rageous.