BETTER DONE THAN PERFECT - ᴀ TROLLS ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

▪︎ CHAPTER 3 ▪︎ Crushed

TW: this chapter contains s£lf h@rm.

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Their footsteps were echoing off the damp, earthen walls closing around them...

In the darkness, he was running as quickly as he could, away from the dangerous huge claws of the hungry monsters on his tail. A young trolling with just eight years of existence was part of The Great Escape, with green and yellow hair was wheezing for air as he rushed toward an exit from this hell. Behind him was the rest of the group all sharing the same blood; all blue skin, different tints of hair which included royal blue, magenta pink, dark violet... and oh so missed dark cyan.

- HURRY UP ! He yelled above his shoulder, climbing up a root dangling from the ceilling, THIS WAY, GUYS !

But as he looked back, he could tell with horror one of the walls of rocks fall untop of his older brother, Spruce. Panicked, Clay and the rest of the trollings rushed back to him to dig, frantically calling his name with their paws searching for him, with no success.

Spruce was gone.

Clay gave his whole being to try and dig out the body, but the more he digged the more dirt they seemed to be... screaming his pain, tearing his vocal chords in a painful shriek of what sounded like agony... until he felt his older brother John Dory pull him away without any warning, saving his life;

- CLAY, WATCH OUT !!

Without him being able to change anything to his doom, he was brutally pulled away... he then just had to observe bergen claws grabbing Floyd and Baby Branch, his two beloved younger brothers, and drag them away from him. No no- this couldn't be the truth ! This couldn't be happening right now !

There was no time to grief; John Dory, the oldest of the group now all gone, just had to carry him out of the tunnels while all his brother heard was the screamings of lost children in his ears. The ones he had left behind. The ones he had abandon.

John Dory suddendly fell down, pushing Clay out of the tunnel as he let out a yelp of pain. The tunnels were collapsing behind them ! He had to hurry before getting crushed to death !

- JOHN DORY !!

His small hand reached for his only brother left before the earth swallowed him in the darkness.

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- ... JOHN !!!

He jolted awake, sitting up in his alone bed with his body covered in cold sweats as he yelled the name of the ex-leader of BroZone out of fear. Clay felt his face, pulling on his crazy hair to make sure he was alright; he was not in a tunnel. He was in the admin building, with all of his books and very serious licensed CPA papers. No one had got crushed or burried alive.

Yet he was not safe. Because his lungs were on fire, burning, and his eyes were sore from the amount of tears that had ran down his face for the last hours like the pebbles falling down a cliff- every time he closed them, he saw these terrifying visions of the ones he lost in the escape get drowned under the weight of his subconscient. And he couldn't do anything but watch them scream as they were being snatched away from him by gigantic daggers.

He was so exhausted, he just wanted to sleep and forget. His whole body was shaking, his paw reached for his chest and felt his panicked organ, his head was pouding with every quick inhale enterring his body. He just wished for this to stop so he could rest- was it to much to ask ?