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It all started with Barb and the other rock trolls.
Branch was showing them around Trollstopia with Val Thunderstruck, introducing the other rock trolls to whoever wanted to meet them. This included his brothers- Clay, who was slowly helping Viva move the Putt-Putt Trolls in, Floyd, who was still going through the last of his physical therapy, and Bruce, who was keeping an eye on Floyd. The three decided to follow the group for the rest of the tour, much to the chagrin of Branch and the glee of Barb.
Finally, they made it to the clearing that John Dory was using as a base to park Rhonda, just in time to see the troll come out to hang up some clothes to dry.
“Oh! There’s my oldest brother-” Branch started, just to be interrupted by Barb.
“Holy fuck, is that fucking Timberwolf!?” She said, staring at John in awe.
“WHAT!?” the other rock trolls yelped, tripping and fighting to get a better look.
“What in all that is fucking trolly is a Timberwolf?” Clay asked, surprising a few of the rock trolls at the casual profanity from a Pop Troll, something that they could tell wasn’t very common.
“Only one of the best Rockstars of Volcano City in Rock Troll history!” Sid Frett said, snapping out of his shock the fastest.
“Barb has always wanted him to play for her again after meeting him once when she was like…twelve.” Riff snickered, dodging Barb’s swing aimed for his head.
“Timberwolf is proper legend back in Volcano City. One of his several achievements is breaking and still holding the record for the longest most pit ever, which lasted seven whole hours!” Val said, looking at the oldest brother with what seemed like actual heart eyes.
“No fucking shot you’re talking about John Dory.” Bruce said, waving a hand at his brother in disbelief.
“Nah, it’s totally him! I’d recognize him anywhere. Granted, he traded out his sunnies for those fuckass goggles, but it’s definitely him.” Barb mused, continuing with,
“The brighter teal is new, though. Last he was seen in Volcano City, he was grey.”
“Grey?” Floyd muttered, exchanging worried eye contact with his brothers before the four of them caught up with the fast-paced Rock Trolls, who were making a beeline for their oldest brother.
JD was whistling one of his old solo tunes as he hung up more of his clothes, when he heard a commotion behind him.
As he quickly turned, he was surprised to be eye to…well, shoulder with a Rock Troll.
He took a double take.
Sorry, Rock Royalty.
What the fuck?
Before he could do any more than freeze a bit in surprise, the Royal looked down at him (stupid genes) and tossed her red mohawk out of her face before she spoke.
“Do you give autographs?” she asked, coolly.
Ah shit. Before he could think of an excuse, he noticed his brothers jogging up and relaxed.
“Sure! Though I didn’t think Brozone was a Rock Troll’s scene!” He said, chuckling a bit.
“It’s not,” the Royal said, smirking a bit before continuing,
“but Timberwolf is.”
“...Shit.” JD grumbled, rubbing his face, accidentally showing off some sharp incisors.
‘Interesting. Other Pop Trolls don’t have those.’ Val thought to herself before JD held out a hand.
“Which of you has a pen?” He muttered, watching in amusement as the group of Rock Trolls started to frantically search their pockets.
“Now hold the FUCK on, what the hell is happening right now!?” Clay asked, a little hysterically.
“To be fair…I did say I travelled a lot.” JD said, shrugging.
“Don’t shrug you fucker-” Bruce said, before he was interrupted by Floyd.
“We didn’t think that meant to other tribes!?” he screamed, raking his (rather sharp, Val noticed) nails through his hair.
Before the conversation could get any further, JD was distracted by a pen and pad of paper being shoved into his hands.
“Here, Mr. Timberwolf!” A taller troll with long black hair and a beanie over his eyes said, quickly following it up with introductions to everyone.
JD’s face screwed up into a sneer that his brothers seemed to echo, before he started signing a few of the pieces of paper.
‘Oh, all of the brothers have those fangs. Interesting.” Val thought
“Just JD is fine, kid. Honestly, I should’ve bowed as soon as the princess here started to talk to me.” JD said, finishing the last autograph.
Barb blinked in surprise before she corrected him, with a quiet,
“Queen now, actually. You recognized me?”
JD laughed loudly, making everyone in the clearing subconsciously relax a bit at the pure warmth in it.
“Queen Barb, no offense, but in everything but your hair color and eyes, you look like an exact replica of your dad. Your eyes and hair though? That’s definitely your pops.” JD explained, a twinkle showing up in his eyes.
“I didn’t know you knew my dads that well.” Barb said, taking back the pad of paper.
“Not really!” JD said (choosing not to bring up the days he babysat the woman in front of him for a bit before her tutor came). He smiled and explained a bit better.
“Your dad and pops showed up at my shows a lot. I actually watched their proposal during one of my slower songs. If I remember correctly, it was-”
“Iris.” Barb interrupted quietly.
“Yeah. I heard they played it for their first dance at the wedding!” JD said (pretending that he didn’t sing it in person).
“Yeah. It was my lullaby as well.” Barb murmured.
“That's actually so cute, what the fuck.” Riff said.
“Yeah. It was their favorite song.” Barb said, curtly.
Everyone, noticing the pointed past tense, quickly moved on.
“So…why did you change your look, Mr-er, uh, JD?” Riff asked.
JD chuckled a bit.“This is my hiking gear. Since I haven’t needed to change into anything new, I just clean it and my extras and change between them.” He explained, gesturing not only to the outfit he had on, but the very similar outfits on the clothesline behind him.
“Your stage outfit looks better on you.” Barb said, bluntly.
JD busted into laughter again, taking a second before he tried to talk.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll pop it on for you guys later if you’re still here. But I’ve definitely taken up most of your time as it is, so I’ll turn you all to my little brother so you guys can finish whatever you were doing before…I’m assuming you guys are going to meet up with Poppy, right Branch?”
JD asked, ushering the whole group to the unofficial front of the clearing and waving them off.
As he turned to go back into Rhonda, he couldn’t help but smirk at the commotion behind him.
“Wait…WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT TIMBERWOLF WAS YOUR BROTHER!?” Barb yelled.
Branch yelled back, “I LITERALLY STARTED WITH THAT, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN-”
Ah, to be 22 again.