Troll Lover

Chapter 1

???'s p.o.v
I stared at my laptop screen with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. My sadness turned to rage after a few minutes and I closed my laptop before getting up and flipping a nearby (empty) table. Someone I considered a friend was shamelessly using me and talked shit about me behind my back. One of my true friends found out and sent me screen shots of my "friend's" conversation from a private group chat. I decided to take a walk to calm down. The night air gently hit my face the second I stepped outside and it felt nice. Well it wasn't really night time yet. It was 6:09 PM but the sun was set and the street lights all over the place lit up the area. Anyway, I walked around the familiar streets and saw some other people out. This city is a strnge one as it has people out and active regardless of what time it is. I noticed a shop that wasn't there before. A voodoo shop.

I was curious about the voodoo stuff in the shop so I went in. The last customers have left so I was the only one in there. The store looked like a typical voodoo shop. I liked it. After looking around for a few minutes, I saw a make your own voodoo doll section complete with different things to put on the voodoo doll, needles and a step by step sign in plan veiw. I went over and made a voodoo doll look like my "friend" and the final piece I added was a few strands of my "friend's" hair that she gave me so I'd "always have a piece" of her everywhere I go. Instead of using some of the needles in the open container nearby, I grabbed one of the mallets nearby and raised it up, ready to smash the voodoo doll to pieces. I snapped back out of my rage when I felt a hand stop me and take the mallet. I looked behind me and saw him. A tall boy with light gray skin, messy black hair and horns in a skeleton outfit with purple shorts and boots. He wore skeleton gloves, white face paint in a skull design and I noticed his mouth was sown shut. Where'd he come from? "Sorry, do you work here?" I asked since he was the only one around. He nodded then started to sign after putting the malet down. Thankfully I know sigh language so I understand him. " 'Yes. I own this motherfucking store'. 'I don't mind you smashing the doll but you haven't payed yet'. "

He's right. I haven't. I looked at the prices and payed him. He happily took the money and let me smash the voodoo doll with a malet. I imagined the doll being that bitch's face and that helped. I felt much better after that. I talked to that boy more and learned his name is Kurloz Makara. He's one of the trolls that moved here a few days ago. Since then, I've been visiting him at his store and translating for him when his customers don't know sign. I also haven't seen or heard from that two faced bitch I once called a friend since I smashed that Voodoo dall. Hanging out with Kurloz became routine. I met two other trolles through him. One was a pretty, short and kinda chubby long haired girl who wore a green swater vest over a black shirt, black skirt, green thigh high socks and black shoes. The other was a boy in a black and yellow jumpsuit, yellow boots, yellow gloves and a yellow helmet with holes in it for his horns and a half blue-half red visor. Mituna and Meulin. Mituna is Kurloz's moril and Meulin is apparently his ex matesprite but they're still on good terms. Kurloz sowed his own mouth shut after accidentally defining Meulin. I quickly learned that Mituna had suffered a head injury in the past and he has random outbursts because of it. That's good to know.

-Time Skip-
It's been six months since I've met Kurloz, Meulin and Mituna and I'm close friends with the three trolls. Anyeay, I plopped down on my bed with a big sigh then flipped onto my stomach after taking out my phone. I've had a long day and a little problem so I decide that I have no choice but to text her. Besides my new troll friends, I only have three friends: Arison, Kiara and the psychotic bitch I'm about to text right now. I went to her number and started to text her.

Me: Hey, Rei. Are you free?

Rei: For now. What is it?

Me: I have a problem

Rei: Boy probabms or 'this dead body won't fit in my trunk' problem?

Me: Do you really think I'd ask YOU for relationship advice? I have Arison and Kiara for that.

Rei: Just checking.

Rei: So what do you need help with?

Me: There's this dead body I have that won't fit in my trunk and I'm running out of places to hide the bodies. 🙄

Rei: Oh? You've come to the right person then. I'm on my way.

I sighed softly and just looked at my phone screen. Of course she didn't ask where I was. She rarely kneeds to as she somehow already knows. A few moments later, I got a text from Rei saying that she was here. I got up and I opened my front door. There was Rei: a 5'8 girl with short black hair that barley touched her shoulders and uneven bangs covering the left side of her face. She had slightly tanned skin, a slightly chubby figure and wore all black: a torn up trenchcoat, wireless headhones on her neck, a plan shirt, skinny jeans tucked into combat boots, fingerless gloves and a solid choker. She has a busty chest but hides it with bandages wrapped around her chest so she looks like a boy. I let her in and she quickly saw the body bag on my living room floor. She smiled and easily tossed the body bag over her sholder. "Let's go~"