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Kat, not only have to dragged me into writing for Trolls, but I have degraded myself to writing a songfic! SONGFIC! Have a happy birthday and enjoy the whump!
(Yes I changed some lyrics to make it fit better.)
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Since he woke up, Branch had been doing everything he could think of to fight back. Every annoying trick Poppy had ever taught him. The leash was chewed. Bella was kicked when she tried to feed him. He hissed and growled at Daffy when he approached.
Hour three was when he resorted to screaming. Just screaming his head off. He could see it wearing them down. After another hour of near constant screams broken by Branch’s need for oxygen and only Branch’s need for oxygen, Daffy finally pulled over.
“Quit throwing a tantrum!” he shouted.
Branch just continued to scream. He kicked his feet on the ground like a toddler just for good measure.
Daffy growled.
“I think you need an attitude adjustment!” he said “Fine. We can play a little game!”
Branch squirmed and kicked as Daffy approached him, but eventually Daffy unclipped the leash.
Branch barely questioned it before standing up and bolting to stand in the doorway.
“Calm down, baby.” Bella begged, wring her hands in worry.
Branch snarled at her.
“We just want to bond with you! Why won’t you let us!” Bella yelled.
“You kidnapped me!”
“John Dory did that first!” Daffy pointed out “If he had left well enough alone-”
Bella placed a hand on his chest.
“Babe.” she said
Daffy huffed, crossed his arms, and shut his mouth.
Branch narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He had a feeling the rest of that sentence was important.
“Branch, Darling, Baby. We’re just doing the best we can. I know this is a little jarring, but we want to have some family time with you and this really was the only way. Don’t you want to spend time with your parents? Get to know us?”
“You. Kidnapped. Me.” Branch repeated.
He really didn’t know what part of this wasn’t getting through!
Bella sighed.
“This is not a discussion. We are going on tour! You are going to be nice to your mother! We are going to make happy family memories! And you will be performing! End of!” Daffy said sternly.
Branch laughed.
“There is nothing in the world you can do to make me sing for you!” he snapped.
Bella began to fidget with her bracelet.
“Guppy, we’re your parents. We can make you do anything we want.”
“Maybe Grandma could! But you didn't raise me! I’m not afraid of you!”
“Are you going to make us do this the hard way?” Daffy asked.
Branch maintained eye contact as he throw open the door.
They sighed.
Branch couldn’t care less about their empty threats. He had entertained them for too long as is. They had let him off the leash and stopped the bus. That was practically an invitation to leave. Branch used to make a habit of rejecting invitations, but he was a post-Poppy Branch now. He didn’t need it hand engraved.
He could hear a song starting as he stepped off the bus, being followed by his parents. He didn’t really plan on joining in on it. His parents could sing it to each other while he walked away. Or maybe he’d end up singing half of it from a mile away. He didn’t care.
He was barely paying attention to the music when every inch of his body suddenly locked up. It felt like he had been sewn up with sting and every stitch was being yanked. He could see the string bracelet his mother had giving him glow a strange blue.
Then his head was twitching back and forth to the beat. This wasn’t the normal choreography that came so naturally to a troll in a musical number. Those instincts could be resisted or interpreted. This was a rigid command. Branch helplessly hit each beat with unnatural perfection.
“Now's time, get in line.” Bella sang.
Branch felt himself step back into line with his parents.
“Don't be afraid tonight.”
Branch helplessly synced to his parents’ dancing as they continued to sing.
“We're gonna take you high. And before you realize.”
He didn’t know what was happening. He felt sick, but he couldn’t stop.
“Round and round you'll go.”
He spun.
“Up and down, never slow.”
He threw himself around like a rag doll.
“Feel the excitement grow.”
Branch felt like screaming! Why was he doing this!?
“Oooh! This is where you let go!”
He continued to dance too perfectly. It was intense. It hurt.
“Hands high like a roller coaster. This power taking over. Take us higher, here we go. Ohohohoh Welcome to the show!”
His parents were still singing, like this was fun. Like they weren’t hurting him.
“Don't fight us and just conform! Cause you were made to perform! We're not about to lose control!
Or maybe they were singing like they were.
“Ooooh! Welcome to the show!”
Then Branch discovered a new layer of torture when his own voice sang.
“Oooh! Welcome to the-”
Branch sounded as on key as ever, but it felt like singing through a blown out throat. He was relieved when his parents took to vocals back over. Branch continued to dance to their duet like a prop, but at least he wasn’t singing with them as he bounced between them.
“Oh! Oh! We're on a mission. Nothing”
“NOTHING!”
“Can stand in our way!”
Branch noticed the choreography had him dancing like a literal puppet. It made him feel sicker.
“Ohohoh! We don't need permission! We're gonna rise up!”
“And we'll be the change!”
The torture came back in full force as Branch’s voice vocalized in the background while they sang.
“Oh! Oh!”
“Hear it on the stereo!”
He wanted to cry, but nothing was responding.
“Whoa! Oh!”
“You're about to lose control!”
He was twitching on beat. So Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
“Whoa! Oh! Everybody knows! Oooh!”
“This is where you let go.”
Branch was sick and dizzy, but it didn’t stop him from hitting Every. Last. Mark. With uncomfortable accuracy.
“Hands high like a roller coaster. This power taking over! Take us higher here we go! Ohohohoh!”
“Welcome to the show!” came again from his own unwilling throat
“Don't fight us and just conform! Cause you were made to perform!”
Branch had never heard of a troll singing against their will. He didn’t know how his parents were doing this. It didn’t feel natural and it hurt.
“We're not about to lose control! Oooh oh!”
“Welcome to the show!”
More like Welcome to the horror show! His parents took back over the next lines, but the dance got downright demeaning.
“Come on. Come on. Come on. And put your hands u-u-up.”
Branch felt his wrist lock above his head, mocking being shackled.
“We're gonna have some fu-u-un.”
Stepping from to side to side. Perfectly on beat. So perfect you’d never guess how much pain he was in.
“We've only just begu-u-un.”
His skin itched and burned everywhere as he danced.
“And it's too late to ru-u-un.”
His arms pulled like there were strings in his bones.
“You can't run so put them u-u-up.”
His parents were dancing with him again.
“We're gonna have some fu-u-un. Turn up the bass, let it wu-u-ump. We've only just begun.”
Bella’s hands were on him. He managed to shiver, butt hat was probably only because it was involuntary.
“And you can't run.” she sang from behind him.
She spun him around and he mirrored every step while he sang in perfect pitch with her.
“Hands high like a roller coaster. This power taking over.”
Now that Branch had a close look at Bella, he noticed her bracelet was now faintly glowing blue and gray.
“Take us higher. Here we go!
Gray and blue like his had become. The bracelet he had failed to take off.
“Ooohohohoh!”
He got the next line all to himself.
“Welcome to the show!”
Branch finally understood some of what was happening to him.
“Don't fight it just conform.”
Somehow, the stupid promise bracelet was controlling him. The song was all his mother’s design.
“Cause I was made to perform.”
He stored that information away for later use and tried to focus on blocking out the pain. His throat hurt. His joints hurt. And frankly his heart wasn’t in the best shape.
“I do not have the control.”
It felt like his throat was shredding with every note, but he continued to sing his part without a single hitch or crack.
“Whoa oh! Welcome to the shoooooow!”
Bella split off from him to dance with Daffy again.
“Hands high like a roller coaster! This power taking over! Take us higher, here we go!”
Branch got another turn, hating the sound of his too perfect voice that felt like it should be nothing but raw growling at this point.
“Ohohoh! Welcome to the shoooooow!”
They were on either side of him, framing the puppet like twitches he was doing.
“Don't fight us and just conform! Cause you were made to perform! We're not about to lose control. Whoa oh!”
“Welcome to the show”
It finally clicked. Branch may’ve been the one singing it, but they were welcoming him to the show. The show he was about to be an unwilling star of! Hence why he was the one welcoming himself.
“U-u-up! We're gonna have some fu-u-un. Turn up the bass, let it wu-u-ump We've only just begun.”
They almost seemed to mocking him.
“Welcome to the show.”
He wanted to scream, but his voice was stuck being so painfully perfect.
“U-u-up! We're gonna have some fu-u-un.”
His sure they would.
“Turn up the bass, let it wu-u-ump.”
Branch started to sink to the floor like a puppet being lowered.
“We've only just begun.”
He was sure of that too.
“And I can't run” Branch sang in horror.
He was left panting on his hands and knees. Everything burned like he scrubbed himself raw with acid. Hands and breath shaking, Branch slowly raised his eyes.
Bella was standing over him, adjusting her own bracelet. It was back to the off white color.
“We don’t want to have to do that too much, but we’ll do what we have to if you’re going to be trouble.” Daffy explained.
“Just behave yourself and do what your told and we won’t have to do that again. Alright, Guppy?” Bella added sweetly.
She hugged Branch before he could pull away and helped him stand.
“I’m going to puke.” he announced.
Bella rubbed his back and helped him stumble towards the toilet. He made good on his promise.
“It’ll get easier.” Bella said, her kind voice almost making Branch feel better.
Branch coughed before he could say something snarky. It was probably for the best. He wasn’t ready to go round two and insulting his mother was probably “making trouble”
“You were perfect.” she said.
Branch hated that word. He hated the possessive way she said it.
“Are we going to behave now?” Daffy asked.
Branch wanted to bite the man and refuse. He wanted to scream like some kind of creature. He wanted to shove Belladonna’s motherly hands off of him!
But the bracelet still felt tight on his wrist. If he did any of that, he’d go through it again and Branch just couldn’t do it. Not so soon after the first time.
“I just want to take a nap.”
He would fight again in the morning. When he had his strength back.
“Good boy, Guppy.” Bella said, giving him another hug.
Branch slumped and let her carry him to his bed.
“My perfect boy.”
Branch still hated that word, but he was too tired to even make a face.
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"Welcome To The Show" by Britt Nicole in case you couldn't tell.
no sorry like I NEED Twitter back like who else am I supposed to tell my every thought to ?!? I already tried talking to my family and was literally told to go touch grass I can’t do this I have children to feed
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When writing Avi, what character traits are hardest for you to write, and what’s easiest?
For me, I find it hard to give Ailani a temper, mostly bc I wish I was more level headed. Coming to terms with that is strange and weird, but I think it’s an important aspect!
Hmm.... I think her hardest trait to portray is probably is her social awkwardness?? I struggle so much with it and wish I wasn't so awkward sometimes?? So writing her as having to deal with it too is a hard one?? I wish she didn't, that she knew how to react and how to interact, but she's... Me. So she doesn't. 😔
EASIEST however, that's her compassion!! I want to be a compassionate person, so getting to write her as kind and caring??? THE BEST. Especially when people call her cute/sweet?? 😭💖💕 (However, to note, her compassion also has delayed her in the order, because it can become a very VERY angry form of empathy, a bundle of fury at how others are treated or treating others?)
i do not know much about holly and jp’s child but I now love them very much and would protect them with my life
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