TROLLS-- While Foundations Crumble (A Clay Fanfiction)

I Know That He Loves You

If you don't know, that chapter name is a part in the song in Lee's video!! PLEASE LISTEN TO IT, IT'S SOOOO GOOD!! Love y'all! - Jessifer 😎

I had told no one I knew about the fight.

Not that I knew many people anyway.

But the BroZone breakup was certainly not going to stop me from attending the Sad Book Club Meetings. It was the one time in my life I had never felt pressured to be the Fun One.

Now that I wasn't that anymore, I realized I had more abilities over my feelings. I didn't feel the need to let out too many emotions as I usually did because I had all the time in the world to feel feelings.

Too much time, honestly.

Since the night before, I had probably been wandering around for 5 hours, maybe 6. The sky just began to brighten up when I finally took a break from walking and sat down again.

As determined as I I had been, I had literally gone nowhere. Basically just circled half of the Troll Tree. I had never known there were so many trolls in this place. How in the world had our population only start with one guy troll...?

I checked my hugtime watch: 5:56

Darn! I had to check my watch right at that moment?! I whipped my arm back down to my side again, trying not to remember what I always did with Spruce at this time in the morning.

Would he remember too?

That doesn't matter, I reminded myself. Spruce is gone now, probably off somewhere charmin' ladies, maybe learning to surf (he's always wanted to learn how to surf), having a great time without me.

Well, I'm having a great time too!

Oh, Clay, you're such a bad liar.

I was sitting on a bench somewhere in the middle of the village. As early-bird trolls passed they gave me pitying looks, which I believe I deserved.

I wondered, if I had a hat and put it at my feet, whether or not they would even go as far as to put cupcakes in it.

I decided right away to get myself a hat as soon as I can. Cupcakes sound wonderful right now.

Then, I fell asleep. On the bench. Like a pathetic buttface.

Though my sleep was deep, my dreams were restless. The first one I had lost Spruce onstage after a show, and once we all split up to look for him, I had lost the rest of my bros as well.

The second dream was John Dory telling me to grow up, that I didn't need him or Spruce, and that his life had been much easier before I came along.

The last dream was about getting a ton of cupcakes in a top hat and being crazed afterward from all of the sugar.

Thankfully that one wasn't as bothersome as the first two.

I was on the borderline of a fourth dream when I felt shaking.

"Clay! Clay, is that you?!"

My dream immediately became one about an earthquake.

"Rhonda, you're here?" I muttered.

Still didn't know who Rhonda was, but she had somehow wiggled into my dream. Absolutely perfect.

"What? No! Who's-- Clay, darn it, wake up!"

The shaking intensified and I felt my eyelids open.

"Huh?"

An orange colored troll with green eyes and blue hair gazed at me, inches away from my face. "Clay?" Her voice became more gentle.