High in the mountains, a place called Pop Village prospered. And up until recently, a new troll god was born, known as Branchcules. Branchcules was the youngest brother of Brozone. Floyd was preparing his little brother to be introduced to the rest of the troll gods.
Floyd: *laughs* Branchcules, behave. *sets him in his crib*
JD: Look at him, look how cute he is.
Branchcules lifted up his older brother using his incredible strength.
JD: Ha! He's strong, like us, good.
Clay: Excuse me! Coming through! *holds flowers out for Floyd*
Floyd: Wow, Clay, they're lovely.
Clay: Yeah, I had Trollex do the arrangements. Isn't that nutty? *looks at John Dory* Fabulous party, you know I haven't seen this much love and good vibes since Guy diamond discovered himself.
Branchcules started playing with the diamond jars John Dory had.
Floyd: John, keeps those away from the baby.
JD: Aw, he can't harm himself. Let him have some fun.
Just as he said that, a burst of power zapped Branchcules, and he threw the jar at a wall.
JD: Ha! Everyone! I want to thank you all for bringing these gifts to congratulate our new brother.
Clay: What about our gift?
JD: Hmm? *bends down* A little earth, some swamp mud, and a dash of salt. *holds out a mold of a baby crocodile*
Branchcules tapped it playfully, and it came to life. It then sniffed him and gave a little roar. At first, it made Branchcules whimper, but then the crocodile cuddled with him, making Branchcules hug him.
Everyone: Awww!
JD: Our brother. Our little Branchcules.
???: How puke.
Everyone turned their heads to the shadows where she was leaning on a rock. The Queen of the volcanic lands and Queen of the underworld, Goddess Barbara.
Barb: *smiles* I haven't been this grossed out since Quincy and Essence's wedding, huh?!
Everyone just looked at her with disgusted faces. Among the Troll Gods, she was a very unpopular one.
JD: Hey, Barbara! You finally made it. * side hugs her* How are things below?
Barb: *gets out from the hug* Eh, it's cool. Little dark, a little gloomy, and always full of dead trolls. What are ya going to do. *sees Branchcules* Ah, there's the little dew drop. Little chublet. And here is a sucker for the little sucker.
As she forced his mouth open, Branchcules grabbed her hand with his immense strength and broke her finger.
Barb: Grrr... powerful little tyke.
Clay: Come on, B, don't be such a stick in the mud. Join the party!
Barb: Love to bro, but unlike you, beloved Gods, I unfortunately have a full-time gig that your brother so charitably bestowed on me. So can't. Love to, but can't. *walks out to leave*
Clay: You outta slow down, you'll work yourself to death... Ha! Work yourself to death!
Everyone: Hahahahaha!
Barb: Grrrr...
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Brozone: Younger years short stories
FanfictionWill include the Brozone brothers, Viva, Poppy, and other troll characters as kids.
