Just A Rag Dolly {Eventual Velvet & Veneer + more! x reader}

4; Thrown Apart

Y/n pressed her lips together. "What do you mean?" She asked shakily.

Clay made a gesture for the book back and he flipped a few pages back before showing it off. "Here. Ann found us right when the trolls started to feel better about the Great Bergen Attack. She helped us fix the surrounding buildings that we were too weak to do ourselves."

Y/n leaned forward and stared at the little book. It did show that she had helped the trolls. "I mean, why was she chased?"

Clay shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure. She just didn't want to burden us." He handed the book over to her. "I hope this helps with, well, whatever it is you're looking for."

"Thanks," Y/n replied, the weight of the book making it slightly drop as she got it back. Clay walked away leaving Y/n standing there.

Her hand slowly traced the cover, taking in the little details. She let out a breathy sigh before opening it back up. Ann and Babette.

She found some fragments of them. Who she was intended to be like for who knows how long she'd been stuck there.

She found her hands tightened before she calmed down. "Don't freak out..." She whispered to herself. With a long breath, she started to read through the pages. Some things were hard to interpret since it was all a scrapbook, but most were easy to make out.

Ann and Babette helped the trolls, they became friends, they had to leave, and then they would message back and forth for many years.

"How could nobody notice that Ann was chased out? Wouldn't she have left something behind?" She muttered while flipping the pages. Nothing really came out about why Ann left. "Someone had to have known."

Y/n shut the book and put it back where she found it. She walked around and the air felt tense. Everything was back to being dark and there was a smaller variety of trolls outside.

Rhonda's growls could be heard as a loud crash went off. Y/n picked up her pace as she ran towards the now-closed gates.

"Oh, hey...Viva. What's up, girl?" Clay chuckled awkwardly as a spotlight was put on them. The PuttPutt trolls crowded around and stared at them judgingly.

Poppy weaved her way through. "Viva! What are you doing?" She asked.

"You're not leaving here no matter what, because-because it's just not safe out there. You're welcome." Viva shrugged while crossing her arms.

Poppy tilted her head while letting out a sigh. "Wait, is this about the Bergens? Because they stopped trying to eat us. That's all in the past." She tried to explain.

Viva looked mortified at Poppy. "Yeah, right. That's hilarious, Poppy. I'm laughing really hard." She stated sarcastically.

"I'm serious, Viva. Bridget, my best friend I was telling you about, she's a Bergen. Look." Poppy brought out a scrapbook and flipped to a page to show Bridget, a Bergen with light pink hair.

"Bridget and I do a million fun things together. We talk and we play games and we sing songs. And make up these really bad dances." She laughed while showing off the pages.

"It's a lot like Well, actually, it's a lot like what you and I have been doing." She closed the book and hugged it close. "The world's a lot different than it used to be." She then handed the book to Viva.

Branch walked forward. "Viva, look, I used to be just like you. I built a bunker, and I lived in it for years because I knew it was safe. And, sure, it kept me alive. And I never had to wear pants."

Most of the brother's eyes widened at his words. "But I was living without pants. Does that make sense?" Branch put his hands together as his voice strained to make it sound important.