[BOOK 1 OF THE CFSR&B SERIES]
This story is about how there is more tribes, but then they realised that they looked like the funk trolls. Different looks, beats, music, singing, etc.
Living at the very far end of the funk territory lives cosmic funk...
"Hush now child, and don't you cry Your folks might understand you, by and by Move on up, toward your destination You may find from time to time Complication
Bight your lip, and take a trip Though there may be wet road ahead And you cannot slip So move on up for peace will find Into the steeple of beautiful people Where there's only one kind
So hush now child, and don't you cry Your folks might understand you, by and by Move on up, and keep on wishing Remember your dream is your only scheme So keep on pushing" -Curtis Mayfield "Move on up"
Meanwhile in C.F. treetops...
"How come we have to put our head in the freezer?"
"We have do it. If we don't, I think our legs are going to fall off."
"I think that's a lie."
"I agree with Desmic."
"And I agree with Esmic to agree with Desmic."
"So you found out that I was trying to see which of us will get a brain freeze first. Clever siblings."
"I don't think that's how it works."
"Do you think that it'll freeze? Because it won't."
"You state a point."
Thunk...
"What just happened?"
"I think our parents scared Resmic so much that a block of ice fell on his head."
"A block of- how is that- you know what, never mind."
The three removed their head out of the freezer.
"Yep. He's REALLY conked out right now." Desmic poked his head.
"Sorry about showing up randomly. We wanted to give Asmic something that will help him out." A yellow and orange C.F. troll said.
"I wonder why you're the previous royal C.F. troll." A yellow and green C.F. troll shook her head.
"You got me a gift!" Asmic spun around.
"Mhm. It'll help you on the journey ahead."
"What Darrel is trying to say, we are giving this to you for your 38th birthday."
"Dang. It's handy when Nichole is here to correct you."
"That's because royalty has to be given the thing." She chuckled.
"Hey! Can I get my gift already?!" Asmic looked around searching for the object.
The two snickers.
"What's so funny?" He looked at his siblings.
"Look at Resmic~"
"What's wrong with him?" He saw someone with a box shaped head.
"My head is a box!" Resmic sobbed turning around.
"I- How did that happen?"
"I'm not sure, BUT I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE!!"
"Remember to breathe in and out."
"I'm not calm, I'm not calm~" Resmic fell foward.
"I knew these blow darts would come in handy."
"Anyways. Where's the gift?!"
"It's right here." Darrel pushed the DJH into the room.
"And... it's a DJH. I already have one." He Examined the platform.
"Are you sure? The last time I checked, it was different."
"Yes, I am- wait a second... IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS!!!"
"Mhm. We both new you like floors. Especially the Illuminated dance floors. So, we did our best and fixed it up." Nichole flicked a lever.
The floors started to light up in bright colors.
"You shouldn't have!" Asmic hugged his parents.
"Ugh, what happened?" Resmic sat up.
"You were freaking out."
"Why?"
"Uhhhhhh. You'll find out when you're older."
"Oh. Okay then."
End...
-Hahahahaha I drew Nox for the first character. Note that I had to draw this on a sheet of paper first and THEN draw this on my tight screened phone. Not the best but it's good enough.
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