I'll Take You To a Better Place - What If Floyd Didn't Survive?

Chapter One

Standing on Velvet and Veneer's yacht were Brozone, Poppy, and Viva. They had just finished performing the Perefct Family Harmony to save the second youngest brother's life, but at what cost?

Above them, Floyd was slowly floating down, his skin transparent and glittery. He had used the last of his strength by singing and was now unconscious.

Everyone was staring up at him with worry, not able to tear their eyes off him.

Luckily, just before he hit the ground, the youngest member of Brozone, Branch, ran out to catch him, Floyd's body making a small thump as he hit Branch's arms. He stared down at his brother. He had only just reunited with him after 20 years. This wasn't fair.

Blinking back his tears, Branch placed Floyd gently onto the ground, kneeling next to him. "Floyd..." Branch whispered softly,his voice full of sadness. And the rest of the Brozone brothers came rushing forward, kneeling around Floyd, holding back their own tears.

"Come on, man, wake up! Wake up, Floyd!" Bruce exclaimed, rapidly shaking his brother's leg.

"We need you, brother." John Dory,  the oldest, said quietly, shaking Floyd's arm gently.

But despite their words and attempts to wake him, the Troll stayed unconscious on the ground, his mouth hanging open slightly.

"Oh no..." the middle brother, Clay, spoke gingerly, shaking and bowing his head.

An uneverving silence broke out until Branch suddenly spoke again. "I-I built the hideout, Floyd..." There was a slight hopeful tone in his voice. "Except the ten story waterslide..." he added, the sadness creeping back.

Bowing their heads, the brothers all desperately held back their tears, which were begging to fall.

More silence, and still, Floyd didn't show any sign of waking up.

Suddenly, as if things couldn't get any worse, a small, pink light floated from Floyd's mouth and into the air.

Poppy and Viva gasped, and the brothers just stared in shock.

Without hesitation, Poppy rushed over to Branch, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately reacted to, turning around and flinging his arms around his girlfriend, sobbing softly into her shoulder.

Then Viva followed, instead rushing over to Clay and hugging him tightly.

Everyone was now crying quietly, unable to even look at Floyd anymore. He was gone... really gone...