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sirwow · 1 year ago

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Oh boy time for another VERY long ramble under the cut!! This time about cocole

This going going to be a lil more disjointed at some points being rambles but time for my brain rott

To start off, I think considering they’re already on some level of friendship by 2-4, they had been friends for good bit before the intern showed up. The original meeting happened when Cole recovered from his first really bad SVT attack that put him in the hospital and was wandering around to get a feel for the place. He stumbled into the cafe right during opening hours so it was just him and Nicole in there. Didn’t have any of his immediate money with him because he didn’t expect a cafe so he was mostly just wandering around slowly, not noticing Nicole who was just getting up from the underside of the register table.

Nicole called out to him with a slow surprised hey and asking if he wanted some coffee. Course he said no and was just checking out the place since he was new , tipping her off that he was a patient. Nicole asked him like it was prison cell, what was he in for? Course it was SVT so a conversation got kicked off between them with them both having it. Though short (Ada grabbed him after looking for him for 20 minutes) it kicked off his daily visits 3 days later when he was getting ungodly bored in his room and struggled so hard with his music.

Then of course the events of the game happened, post 2-X they’re pretty good friends but the crushing has definitely started. Cole has started to encourage Nicole to pick up music again but she’s hesitant, fearing both her eventual longing to return to her music entirely but knowing she couldn’t, and Cole being disappointed with her skills. She pokes fun at his music alot but genuinely adores and is impressed with his abilities. Especially his vocals. When he runs off to go on the train for a bit, Nicole is feeling especially stressed after a day without Cole there and it’s when she picks up her guitar again In murmurs to think about Cole.

Not much happens in chapter 5 but it is when Nicole finally finds out Cole’s money broke state when he personally found the idea of playing a game and getting paid was a bit crazy. Nicole sarcastically asked if he was broke on being a musician n his awkward shameful silence tipped her off. Then after this is my own fan stuff yaay

The success of the baseball game got the hospital all closer and pumped. They decided to do another event that they could all have a equal chance at- a talent show! Nicole considered joining in when Lucky and Miner announced it during the morning workout cool down but Cole and Samurai were quick to team up so she decided against it. Nicole got asked later in the day by Cole if she was gonna join but her turning down made him a bit sad. He was hoping she could be the 2nd player with him since Samurai was doing drums. Nicole chuckled a bit, claiming she hadn’t still played in years.

Unfortunately for Nicole, Logan walks in holding her guitar that she lent him. He quickly thanks her for teaching him something’s about playing it, and that he finally got the words out of his mouth to Hailey with it. He sets it back behind the counter and skips off before a flustered Nicole could say anything. “Soo.. What was that about not playing?” Nicole death glares Cole, red in the face but gets her composure before still saying no and that she had orders to get to. Cole felt the vibes and left dejected.

Cole n Nicole didn’t talk too much for the next few days as he was busy writing and practicing with Samurai and the loneliness started getting to her even when she had Insomniac and Lucky as company. It was too quiet. Nicole after her Friday shift went into the hospital and peeped into Cole’s room- Her guitar behind her back. Cole was just in the middle of singing but getting frustrated with himself. The creak of the room door set him off to Nicole. Cole immediately set his stuff down and signaled her to come over. When she did slowly he was confused but quickly spotted her guitar and got excited.

Nicole clarified she didn’t think she’d be good enough for this but Cole pushed her to play some songs for him. After struggling for a minute, decided to just close her eyes and played amazing (till she opened her eyes mid song and got very distracted by Cole staring at her with stars in his eyes) Nicole tried so hard to claim some kinda excuse why she couldn’t play but Cole’s persistent encouragement and stupid. Adorable. Grin, got the better of her. She agreed to play with him and Samurai and Cole quickly got to work to adding her a part while she continued to practice in the bg. (With the occasional giddy glance from Cole)

Around 3 weeks later the event was coming up and Nicole was stressed. It had to be moved to sunset for her to get off work and rush over to the opposite side of the hospital and she dreaded having to play in-front of more then 5 people. She struggled just in front of Cole and Samurai.

The show wasn’t gonna wait for her nerves though. The shift before was fine in retrospect but the stress of playing extremifed every little annoyance. She closed up shop slowly from the exhaustion n only realized her messed up when a worried Cole texted, wondering where she was. Throwing off her bib, Nicole rushed to parking lot and got backstage, panicking if she had already missed it. Cole assured her that she was fine and they still had a few other people going first. The wait was filled with watching Hailey n Logan dance, Mrs.Stevenson’s bird show, Insomniac’s sword play, and then it was up to them.

Nicole’s heart was on the verge of jumping out of her chest but Cole’s fidgeting of his strings caught her attention. Asking if he was ok, Cole admitted he was practically about to piss himself, he could post song but doing it live with how much he fucks up? Horrifying. What was he thinking?? Nicole shouldered him, joking that he was willing to run through a hospital at 9 at night, waking up at least half the people there (most he was friends with) but he couldn’t pulls some strings infront a bunch of people they’d never meet again? Cole laughed and put his hand out for a fist bump. Nicole smiled and returned the bump with their usual little boom. They went up and played the sun out.

Ok. That’s. Enough I have so much more but this took an hour to type LOL expect a pt 2 sometime

EDIT: part 2

#will I ever shut up? no <3 #rhythm doctor #Cole brew #nicole ting #rhythm doctor writing #RD Connections Converged

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 9 months ago

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For Discolored.

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.)

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.

"Welcome To The Show" by Britt Nicole in case you couldn't tell.

Happy birth, you smug bitch! ILY.

#submission #grungekitty-77 #IVYYYY #SHUT UP THIS IS SO GOOD #the whiplash from Britt Nicole tho… bro I was obsessed with her in like middle scho #terrifying #trolls #dw trolls #not my fic #discolored #fanfic #whump

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