𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 ~ 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓾𝓼? | 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 2

13. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓓𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽

Biggie POV:
Satin and Chenille have finished the outfits we were going to wear, to disguise as Rock Trolls.
With a lot of help, it didn't take that long for them. I think we look scary, which says a lot.

We have arrived at the Volcano Rock City, Satin and Chenille had to move all their equipment, with us, to arrive in time. We snuck around inside the big Volcano they had. They had a scene and a studio, which they walked around with lots of speakers and electric guitars.
"All right, where do we put these things?"
"I need a circuit hookup" they spoke to each other. We kept our distance and only walked in the dim light, trying to hold low profile.
"Okay come on, let's go, let's go, let's go..." I whispered as I walked in front, I held into Mr. Dinkles, the others following right behind.
A tiny sound of bells jingling, from Legsly's anklet, was heard.
"Hey, stop right there." A Rock Troll spoke, making us all freeze in our spot, was he talking to us? I turned my head a bit as I met two Rock Trolls' gazes, yup, he was definitely talking to us.
"Legsly, I told you not to wear your anklet." I softly spoke to Legsly, as she didn't respond.
"Only Rock Trolls are allowed back here" the other Rock Troll spoke, looking at us with a mad expression.
"Well- it's funny you should mention that! Because we are genuine, Hard Rockers!" I spoke, making a too light of a tone. I gave a sign to the others as we jumped down, from the area with the dim light. The two Rockers could see us better now, as they examined our outfits. We started making it look like we were playing guitars, in thin air.

They were still looking at us, not having a reaction.
"One, two three four!" 🎵Rainbows, Unicorns, everything Nice! Yeah, Sugar plums, fairy dust, everything Nice! Yeahhhh! 🎵
We all started singing in a low voice as we swayed our hair, made mad faces, and danced around, trying to look as scary as possible.
🎵Brush your teeth!🎵 Mr. Dinkles finished as we looked at the Rockers nervously. Some seconds went by before one of them spoke up. "Cool"
"Hurry up, the show's about to start, man" he spoke as he shoved guitars, drums, bells and drumsticks in our hands. Mr. Dinkles got a mini guitar, which fell to the floor, as he didn't have arms. We were all taken aback, I think it was out of surprise, that it actually worked.
The Rockers walked off again, as Smidge whispered a tiny. "We're Screwed."
We definitely are.
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Poppy POV:
Pop Village, I should have listened to Branch, we should have gone back and protected our Village. Now I'm trapped in a cage, as Barb and the other rockers were flying me to their Village.
As we got closer, of what I could see from my cell, there were one big Volcano. The Rockers had their stage and some, right in the middle of it.
They shoved me out of the cage, when we got back on the ground. They didn't hesitate to take a hold of my arms again, making sure I didn't get any ideas of escaping. I sat my heels in the ground, trying to slow the down, but they were stronger, as they just carried me over the ground, ignoring my protesting.
"So, Popcorn. Is being my best friend everything you could have ever dreamed of?" Barb spoke, walking into the room, they kept me imprisoned, under the stage. Her two Barbarians, shoved me into another cell and quickly locked the door, I was trapped, again.
They laughed, when I fell to my knees, before they walked off. I rubbed my upper arms, where they held into me, their tight grips has left marks. I wouldn't show weakness, I stood back up and held into the bars, giving Barb the same mad look. "I am not your best friend! And neither are Juniper." I spoke through gritted teeth.
"Juniper is my sister by blood Pop-squeak, she's not yours either. But I get it, you don't have to be embarrassed. Being Queen can be kind of lonely." Barb spoke as she paced, she walked beside my cell, looking out on her stage. I could hear the Rock Trolls cheering and calling her name, over and over. "Queen Barb, Queen Barb, Queen Barb." Her gaze kept on the many Trolls, who was waiting for her to appear. She held into her own upper arm, I could feel something was bothering her.
"Juniper, is the only one I have, except my dad. There is a lot of pressure, to be a great Queen." Her words made me look up at her once again, what I could see of her, as she stood beside my little prison.
Juniper has always been by my side, I didn't have anyone, except my dad. Being a great Queen does take a lot of work, to make everyone happy.
"And instead of real friends.." Barb continued, which shook me out of my thoughts. "You're just surrounded by people who just tell you what you wanna hear." Barb then cleared her throat, not wanting to show weakness either.
"You know, other than your terrible taste in music and clothing, and general lifestyle. You and me are the same Pop-squeak." Barb got her guard back, and turned back to me, leaning on the bars to my cell.
"The same with me and Juniper, we have a lot in common. But her style wasn't screaming, Rock. So I gave her a little makeover." Barb ranted on as she chuckled a little.
"N-No we're not!" I quickly spoke, stammering a bit. She gave Juniper a makeover, does Juniper want to be a Rock Troll...
"We're both Queens, who just wanna unite the world." Barb stood straight up again, turning her back to me.
"You don't wanna unite the world, you wanna destroy it!"
"Nuh-uh, no way, no. I don't know who told you that." Barb spoke protesting, she walked over to a big suitcase looking, as it opened for her presence. I leaned on my tippy toes, trying to see what was in it. I saw a guitar with 5 Strings, that must be the other Tribe's Strings. But they were all red?
"Music has done nothing but divide us." Barb ranted on, she pulled the Pop String out of her Bracelet, as she twirled it around her finger.
"And now that I have the final String, I can make us all one Nation of Trolls under Rock!" She took the String and placed it in her guitar, as it got placed perfectly, the String turned from the most beautiful pink colour, into a dark red colour.
She took the guitar out of its case, carefully lifting it and holding tightly into it. Her gaze wondered over the strings in awe, just staring for a moment.