BETTER DONE THAN PERFECT - ᴀ TROLLS ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

▪︎ CHAPTER 4 ▪︎ Buried Alive

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Why had she even proposed to Clay this incensed solution ?!

To every places they could have chosen to go— in everywhere in the whole world, their upcoming adventure had to take them to the place where she had a long time ago, lost everything dear to her heart. This place ? None other than the dangerous and feared Bergen Town where their worst ennemies, huge monster-like creatures still lived in deep sadness to this day, ready to devour them if they got a glimpse of their colorful hair in their old Troll Tree; their only way to ever taste happiness.

As Viva prepared her bag for the long journey ahead, she wondered if this was really for them the only way to feel hapiness... She knew Trolls were joyful creatures, but like any other they had to be allowed to feel sadness as well to know what real joy was like. She remembered how her father, King Peppy, had always wished for his people do be happy everyday and everynight. After the tragic events of the escape, Viva knew this was impossible... some Trolls had turned gray, and the only way they had recover their colors was by feeling the pain, and then slowly heal with the empathy and support of their friends. When understanding this, she had made it clear to everyone that sadness was no longer a taboo under her watch; even if it was harder for some Trolls to accept... perharps one of these trolls had blue skin and green messy hair.

Viva shoved what she couldnˋt fit in her backpack into her hair's safety. She had just finished to pack her things such as snacks, a water bottle, a hair brush and way much more... Now ready, she walked out of the Upside Down Icecream Cone, her cozy home. Was she really leaving this place now ? Her anxiety was a bit calmed down as she saw the troll she had choose to be in charge doing the morning tasks: if Mira had took 15 years she was still an amazing and natural leader. The kind lady had of course accepted to keep the village safe for her, and had rassured her the Putt Putt Trolls would behave under her watch while she was gone.

Because well, Viva had to come back.

There was no other possibility- she had to.

The Trolls needed their Princess.

The pink troll, rassured, walked through the village, taking the same path she had take the night before to meet with her best friend. When back in the village after she had found him last night in the cave, they had got the poor troll actual bandages and a doctor had gave him a sleep tranquillizer to help him get some needed rest without any nightmares... Unfortunately, these could get addictive and the doctor had said it was only for this night since he was in pain after he had bite into his tail and scratched his wrists till blood- they would heal naturally with the bandages around his wrists and tail.

That is... if he would stop scratching.

Even if he had been bleeding, Viva constantly kept an eye on him during the night so he would just stop doing this to himself. She had stayed with him until the melatonin filled his brain and he finally went to sleep. Her step this morning was then in a hurry to reach the admin building as fast as possible.. and it was without surprise that she saw him still trying to scratch the bandages off when she opened the door of his small house.

- 'morning, she said in a soft voice trying to hide her fear of not only him getting hurt, but leaving her home as well.

She advanced slowly to him to make him let go of his wrists;

- Look, I washed your wristbands last night...

She searched in her hair and found the two pieces of white and yellow colored wool, gently taking his hands to put them back where they belonged. Clay was quiet as she gently slipped them on, already knowing she would tell him to stop; on the bed next to him was his bag already ready to leave Hole Nˋ Fun, as if it was the first thing he did when his alarm clock had woke him up at 5 am. Like every single morning it did his job well.