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georgi-girl · 8 months ago

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Babble: Track 20

I whip my hair back and forth,

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Riley brought Jack back into the room and bandaged him the best she could. Miguel and Species stood on the sidelines and watched the newcomer confront Pitch.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Trollop.”

Her long, tufted tail waved around, shaking a tiny black tambourine.

“Trollop? Oh I see,” Pitch rolled his eyes. “You’re all those other trolls, aren’t you? I thought my shadow realm felt lighter.”

“What’s a shadow realm?” Riley asked Jack. They were watching the confrontation from the window.

“It’s like an endless pocket where Pitch keeps all the things he sucks up with his shadow powers.” Jack spoke through gritted teeth.

“So, who put you together? And what unfortunate chicky are you inhabiting?”

Her tail shook a black tambourine.

Trollop played with her corset, “Female upstairs…” and she played with her codpiece, “Male downstairs. And both halves are very well-endowed.”

“Indeed. Too bad I have to destroy you.” He flicked his fingers and extended his obsidian nails.

“Come and try.” Trollop smirked as her hair flared up like whips.

In the woods, Renees’ spirit returned to her body. She slowly got up. She could feel all the trolls inside of her, all of them in pain. She watched Trollop and Pitch fight from behind a tree.

Pitch mocked Trollop as they fought. “Judging from your accessories, you must be controlled by those extra Pop Dolls,” he got close enough to poke her earring. ”I knew it was a mistake to leave them out of my fusion.”

Trollop smacked his hand away. “I’m not being controlled,” she said. “I’m out of control.”

At one point, he caught her by surprise and stabbed her stomach. “Newsflash; I’m not some silly fan or some desperate, hungry animal. I’m not like anything you’ve faced before.” Trollop gasped as he dug his nails in deeper. Then suddenly, she grabbed his face and headbutted his forehead. He grunted and backed away.

“Yeah,” Trollop smirked at him, “And I’m not like anyone you’ve fought before!” She tore his nails from her midsection and threw them away, revealing that they had not pierced her skin.

“Whoa,” Tone gasped. Trollop smiled at her. “Pro tip, body hair makes excellent armor.”

Then she lowered the top of her corset. Between her breasts like a scar there was a glowing cosmic rift. She reached into it and pulled out an elegant saber.

“I see now, you’re controlled by those platinums. Bunch of Mary Sue wannabes! So much reverence for music, but they’re haven’t even created a new song in a hundred years. All that pursuit of perfection and you’re nothing but a let-down!”

Trollop gasped; those words stung. Pitch took the opportunity to disarm her. In a desperate act, she grabbed a strand of her long hair and yanked it out. An explosion of light filled the area. The Bergen attackers fell back. Pitch himself shielded his eyes and slunk away. “To be continued,” he whispered.

Riley hugged Miguel and Species. Trollop sauntered over to Tone. “Hello,” she greeted. “Are you okay?”

Tone nodded.

“You know who I am?” she asked.

“You’re Rose… the troll Zodiac talked about.”

“You met Zodiac too? Ain’t that something?"

Tone nodded. "And... I know you. Or the people in me know you."

“We shall now seal the deal with a display of physical affection!” She opened her arms to hug her, but Tone backed away. Trollop stood there; arms still spread. “Or not, that’s okay too, I’m really filthy and you probably need to freshen up. Good call!” She turned around awkwardly, frowning. They walked back to the clinic together.

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Miguel went to check on Bridget, who was hiding in her room. Zodiac was still gone. And the Birgens were still out there. The sky was overcast, so there was no sun to stop them.

Trollop noticed Miguel’s guitar.

"Mariachi huh?" She shapeshifted into a red-skinned troll woman wearing a sombrero and charro suit. She formed a trumpet with her hair and blew a string of musical notes.

“You know mariachi music?”

“Mariachi music is just the beginning !” They smirked. “Ever hear of space ambiance?”

“Yeah.”

“Check this out!” She shape-shifted into a green being with claws and sharp teeth, and eyes that were all white and glowing. She floated as if underwater. The sounds made from her hair reverberated through the room.

“Nice!” Miguel nodded in approval. Trollop beamed.

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Riley removed the Bad Guys from Species. By the time she was done, Russel had fallen asleep.

Mister Wolf, Mister Snake, Mister Shark, Mister Piranha, and Miss Tarantula.

"Are those your actual names or codenames?" Miguel asked.

They all looked thoughtful for a second. Then Mister Wolf simply said "Yes."

Miguel glanced at the fox woman who was just now standing up. "And who are you?" he asked. "Miss Foxy?"

"Diane Foxtington. Govenor Diane Foxington." She shook his hand. "Nice to formerly meet you."

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Tone lay in bed. She was worn out, yet she couldn’t fall asleep. She looked at the lyre; aside from the Pop string, the whole thing had lost its glow. She tried strumming it. Instead of the euphoria it used to bring, she felt an incredible pain rush through her. She tried shifting into the different aspects. The Rock aspect had no hands, the Classical aspect had no ears, the Country aspect was still bleeding from bullet holes, the Yodel aspect was still bleeding from his cut throat, the Reggaeton aspects’ arms and legs were broken, the Jazz aspect had whip marks covering his back, the K-Pop aspects’ back was broken, the Techno aspect was still shuddering from electric shock, and the Funk aspect could barely breath. All that was left was the Pop aspect, and it here was no way she, there was no way he, there was no way they could take on Pitch. Or anything else that came after them.

Not thinking of anything else to do, she decided to self-stim with her phone. She played her favorite melody on it. It wasn’t much of a song. It was just a ringtone. Probably soulless. Probably written by a machine. But Renee loved it anyway.

"That's a nice tune," Trollop said gently as she came into the room.

"So, what now?" Tone asked her.

"Honestly I didn’t think that far ahead. I thought I would show up, save the day and disappear like a superhero."

Tone giggled. "Well, I'm glad you didn't disappear."

Trollop sat on the foot of the bed. She reached over to give

Flash. A spark of blue flashed between them. They watched each other flash between colors. Tone flashed pink, blue-grey and orange. Trollop flashed blue-green, blue-purple, blue-yellow, blue-pink, and pink all over. They both gasped softly. They recognized each other.

"You're..." Tone gasped.

"You're..." Trollop whispered.

They heard a scream. “CHEF’S HERE!”

They both stiffened up. Tone gripped the lyre.

“Don’t panic! And don’t use the lyre." Trollop stood up and marched into the hallway. "I will handle this!"

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Chef came for the Bad Guys.

“You’re cold blooded right? Can’t stand below freezing temperatures? She smashed the window open.

Wolf injured his leg. Tarantella got stepped on. Snake locked his teeth on Chef's arm and wouldn’t let go.

"I thought I had good and bad all figured out. But you, you're downright evil!"

She looked enraged for a second. The she flung him out the window.

“NO!” Wolf cried as the others rushed to the edge. Chef walked off

Russel got Snake back into the room. They all scurried away from the cold.

Russel and Wolf rubbed their hands over Snakes' body to generate heat. “Snake? Are you okay bud?”

Snake pointed at nothing and said “That raccoon is lying! He not the president!” And with that, he fainted.

“He’s fine.” Wolf said.

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Trollop and Chef fought, and Chef managed to slash her belly.

Pitch got Tone alone. Pluck went the pink pop string.

"And now my pretty one, it's just you and I."

"No, stay back!" Poppy held out a sword in defence. "I know what you did to the other aspects!"

"I did that for you," said Pitch. "I defeated your enemies. I didn't even want them in the fusion..."

"What?"

Pitch smirked, “The Bergens want to eat you, the humans want to use you, your fellow trolls want to enslave you. Even your own family members abandoned you. I alone want to protect you I alone have your best interests at heart.” Poppy started shaking. “That’s not…” He asked, “How long were your people held prisoner in that cage? How long were you alone in the woods while everyone else lived in paradise? You think that Platinum brat cares about your problems? She just wants an excuse to control you. I can help you get revenge on everyone who mistreated you. Everyone.”

Trollop crawled across the floor, leaving behind a trail of blood. "tone," she groaned. "i'm coming..."

Pitch flooded the room with his powers, making everything surreal. He was upside down. He was twice his size. There were two of him.

“They’re all against you against you. Join meeee and… How long were you a prisoner of those toad Trollope fools. You could have been freed so much sooner. How long were you ignored by all these petty wannabes? Now you are trapped inside a weakling weak link and forced at the back of her mind. Join ME and you can have your revenge on them all!”

Poppy didn’t speak. Rather, she turned around, glancing at each aspect. None of them looked her in the eye. She turned all the way back to Pitch. She took his hand.

"I'm done being everyone's prisoner! Now you're MY prisoner! and I'm Never. Letting. You. GO!"

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