Question
{.....NO THANK YOU!!! Trolls 3 band together.}
After the disaster with Velvet and Venner, Floyd was pretty weak.. it was kind of a surprise he was able to perform... so after the performance, they(his brothers)had him resting and then the next day, straight to the doctors. All his brothers, except for Bruce who had to go back to Vacy island to take care of his kids and help his wife with the restaurant. When they arrived, Dr. MoonBloom was already there, dealing with another patient but then
(ADD DETAILS AND LOTS OF DIALOGUE)
attended them, after checking up on Floyd and giving him pain medicine, she asked if any one of them had any questions, and even asked if the rest were okay or maybe needed something, nope everyone said they were alright, but she noticed how Floyds smile started becoming more.. forced.. they were going to leave but then Floyd spoke up. "W-Well... John-" John sighed, interrupting him. "Floyd. C'mon it's just a cough.." he mumbled, "Well that's what you keep saying.. but it just sounds... bad.." he narrowed his eyes to the floor, his smile gone. "He's right John Dory." Said Clay, "...It seems like you're sick.. very.." He finished, only for Branch to turn to Dr.MoonBloom "..But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he's alright.". He crossed his arms and sends John Dory a look. He sighs. "Im fine!-" he starts coughing. "..As you were saying.."
They eventually convince him to get checked out, she's measuring his temperature and looks into medical history and she notices he never took his newborn shot.. which probably explains his coughing. So she turns to them and tells them. John Dory silently freaks out... Clay sighed...
oh yeah.. he's terrified of shots..
Dr.Moonbloom said he needed to come back tomorrow to take it..
after they left John Dory was freaking out...
(they are back in the bunker)
"IM NOT TAKING IT."
"YOU HAVE T-"
"NOOOOOOOOO"
"JOHN-"
"CLAY YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!"
"I DONT CARE YOU ARE GOING!!!"
"NO"
"YES
"NOOOOO"
"DONT MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!"
"CALL HIM, IM LITERARY THE OLDEST!! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!"
"YEAH BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!"
"NOOOOO"
John Dory ran to his room and locked it, Clay sighed, took his bug phone out and called Bruce.
(Make the conversation up)
After that, Bruce traveled back to Pop village and went to the bunker.
Also they have tails so please add small motions of their tails like you know, Floyd is sad so make his tail droopy and sad.
"So..." stated Floyd.. "Whats--" "When we were younger, John Dory just... hated shots." interrupted Bruce. "Before you and Branch were born... I remember when John had to go to the doctor for a shot..." He sighed... "He was a total baby... we literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.." Finished Clay.
Oh..
The next day, they needed Bruces help to picklock his lock to get the door open while arguing with John Dory.(They tried to talk to him but he just yelled back) Bruce, Clay and Branch had to... drag him. they dragged him out the brunker, struggling while he kicked and argued with them. Floyd only followed being too weak to handle John Dory like that, Some trolls started as THE oldest brother of BroZone was dragged to the doctor, others just ignored.
When they finally brought him in, Dr.Moonbloom had FOUR shots ready.
John Dory nearly fainted. (LOTS OF CONVERSATIONS AND STRUGGLE)
He started STRUGGLING and YELLING at his brothers to get him down, even screaming for Floyd,(HELP)
They had to hold him down hard as she used all shots while he screamed in pain. (John Dory hates them because for him- it really hurts, it feels like he's being stabbed but with a very tiny knife.)
After they were done, he bolted out the nurse pod and just ran away- his brothers staring at him as he ran with a long sigh.
John dory:Late-30's. blue skin. He has forest green hair with black eyebrows, his eyes are cyan and black, and a purple indigo nose.brown jacket with white fluffy part around his neck with brown dots. Charming, Kind, energetic for his age, weak-strong, funny, and just a humble old troll. And his tail really shows how he's feeling(it helps him express how he feels and you can tell how he feels by looking at it.) Dyslexic, ADHD, kinda schizophrenic from living in a dangerous trail for over 20 years and sometimes sees things that aren't there. and he's also pretty watchful and actually is missing an arm but his brothers dont know because he made a fake one and coverd it. will be revealed during the story. also the second shortest out of his brothers, even though he's the oldest. 5'2 inches tall because.. well he's a troll. He has a pet armadillo-bus-van named Rhonda. (she cant talk, she can only:Purr, growl, bark?, snarl... just noises..)
Bruce:Late-mid-30's. Blue skin, chubby, has a wife(Brandy)and lots of kids(12 sons, 1 daughter) also his wife and kids are literally giants.. his wife is a yellow and orange Vacaytioner with red braided hair tied into a bun with a pink hair tie, orange eye-shadows, and pink hoop earrings. She also wears a dark pink apron and sandals. dark purple nose, second oldest, Long-puffy-and lots of purple hair. vacy type stype. kind, fatherly instincts will be shown to his brothers and even John dory(who gets a little flustered because he's the oldest) kinda strict but laid-back. understanding. forgiving. most charming, and used to get all the trolldussy back then, pretty tall, 5'8 inches.(bc... they are trolls..)
Clay:Mid-30's, also blue skin, Dark lime green nose very skinny and has crazy long green-lime hair, serious, funny, mean to John dory(not for long) and isn't very forgiving.. loves books, green fit, tallest out of his siblings(6'2 inches.. bc they are trolls) and loves to tease everyone, especially John dory because he used to tease him when they were younger. third oldest.
Floyd:Early-30's, blue skin, pink-magenta hair with one white stripe(after velvet and venner),Dark pink-magenta nose. and his hair kinda covers his eyes, and is the most kindest, sensitive, worriedful. white earling on his right ear, no shirt, belt with dark brown shorts, fourth oldest. maybe branchs favorite brother, forgiving, shortest brother (5'1 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch:Early-mid-20's, grey-blueish skin, dark blue hair, Dark blue nose. youngest brother, grumpy, kinda mean, kind, smart, helpful, not that forgiving, third tallest(5'7 inches-they are trolls), girlfriend:Poppy, queen of trolls, very energetic, pinky troll. outfit:the leaf vest Floyd gave him the day they left, brown shorts. paranoid, Autistic, overprotective.
And yes, ALL trolls have tails.
Add lots of dialogue everywhere..
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:17
Spruce(Bruce):13
Clay:12
Floyd:11
Branch:1
After the disaster with Velvet and Venner, Floyd was pretty weak.. it was kind of a surprise he was able to perform... so after the performance, they(his brothers)had him resting and then the next day, straight to the doctors. All his brothers, except for Bruce who had to go back to Vacy island to take care of his kids and help his wife with the restaurant. When they arrived, Dr. MoonBloom was already there, dealing with another patient but then
(ADD DETAILS AND LOTS OF DIALOGUE)
attended them, after checking up on Floyd and giving him pain medicine, she asked if any one of them had any questions, and even asked if the rest were okay or maybe needed something, nope everyone said they were alright, but she noticed how Floyds smile started becoming more.. forced.. they were going to leave but then Floyd spoke up. "W-Well... John-" John sighed, interrupting him. "Floyd. C'mon it's just a cough.." he mumbled, "Well that's what you keep saying.. but it just sounds... bad.." he narrowed his eyes to the floor, his smile gone. "He's right John Dory." Said Clay, "...It seems like you're sick.. very.." He finished, only for Branch to turn to Dr.MoonBloom "..But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he's alright.". He crossed his arms and sends John Dory a look. He sighs. "Im fine!-" he starts coughing. "..As you were saying.."
They eventually convince him to get checked out, she's measuring his temperature and looks into medical history and she notices he never took his newborn shot.. which probably explains his coughing. So she turns to them and tells them. John Dory silently freaks out... Clay sighed...
oh yeah.. he's terrified of shots..
Dr.Moonbloom said he needed to come back tomorrow to take it..
after they left John Dory was freaking out...
(they are back in the bunker)
"IM NOT TAKING IT."
"YOU HAVE T-"
"NOOOOOOOOO"
"JOHN-"
"CLAY YOU KNOW I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!"
"I DONT CARE YOU ARE GOING!!!"
"NO"
"YES
"NOOOOO"
"DONT MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!"
"CALL HIM, IM LITERARY THE OLDEST!! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!"
"YEAH BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!"
"NOOOOO"
John Dory ran to his room and locked it, Clay sighed, took his bug phone out and called Bruce.
(Make the conversation up)
After that, Bruce traveled back to Pop village and went to the bunker.
Also they have tails so please add small motions of their tails like you know, Floyd is sad so make his tail droopy and sad.
"So..." stated Floyd.. "Whats--" "When we were younger, John Dory just... hated shots." interrupted Bruce. "Before you and Branch were born... I remember when John had to go to the doctor for a shot..." He sighed... "He was a total baby... we literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.." Finished Clay.
Oh..
The next day, they needed Bruces help to picklock his lock to get the door open while arguing with John Dory.(They tried to talk to him but he just yelled back) Bruce, Clay and Branch had to... drag him. they dragged him out the brunker, struggling while he kicked and argued with them. Floyd only followed being too weak to handle John Dory like that, Some trolls started as THE oldest brother of BroZone was dragged to the doctor, others just ignored.
When they finally brought him in, Dr.Moonbloom had FOUR shots ready.
John Dory nearly fainted. (LOTS OF CONVERSATIONS AND STRUGGLE)
He started STRUGGLING and YELLING at his brothers to get him down, even screaming for Floyd,(HELP)
They had to hold him down hard as she used all shots while he screamed in pain. (John Dory hates them because for him- it really hurts, it feels like he's being stabbed but with a very tiny knife.)
After they were done, he bolted out the nurse pod and just ran away- his brothers staring at him as he ran with a long sigh.
John dory:Late-30's. blue skin. He has forest green hair with black eyebrows, his eyes are cyan and black, and a purple indigo nose.brown jacket with white fluffy part around his neck with brown dots. Charming, Kind, energetic for his age, weak-strong, funny, and just a humble old troll. And his tail really shows how he's feeling(it helps him express how he feels and you can tell how he feels by looking at it.) Dyslexic, ADHD, kinda schizophrenic from living in a dangerous trail for over 20 years and sometimes sees things that aren't there. and he's also pretty watchful and actually is missing an arm but his brothers dont know because he made a fake one and coverd it. will be revealed during the story. also the second shortest out of his brothers, even though he's the oldest. 5'2 inches tall because.. well he's a troll. He has a pet armadillo-bus-van named Rhonda. (she cant talk, she can only:Purr, growl, bark?, snarl... just noises..)
Bruce:Late-mid-30's. Blue skin, chubby, has a wife(Brandy)and lots of kids(12 sons, 1 daughter) also his wife and kids are literally giants.. his wife is a yellow and orange Vacaytioner with red braided hair tied into a bun with a pink hair tie, orange eye-shadows, and pink hoop earrings. She also wears a dark pink apron and sandals. dark purple nose, second oldest, Long-puffy-and lots of purple hair. vacy type stype. kind, fatherly instincts will be shown to his brothers and even John dory(who gets a little flustered because he's the oldest) kinda strict but laid-back. understanding. forgiving. most charming, and used to get all the trolldussy back then, pretty tall, 5'8 inches.(bc... they are trolls..)
Clay:Mid-30's, also blue skin, Dark lime green nose very skinny and has crazy long green-lime hair, serious, funny, mean to John dory(not for long) and isn't very forgiving.. loves books, green fit, tallest out of his siblings(6'2 inches.. bc they are trolls) and loves to tease everyone, especially John dory because he used to tease him when they were younger. third oldest.
Floyd:Early-30's, blue skin, pink-magenta hair with one white stripe(after velvet and venner),Dark pink-magenta nose. and his hair kinda covers his eyes, and is the most kindest, sensitive, worriedful. white earling on his right ear, no shirt, belt with dark brown shorts, fourth oldest. maybe branchs favorite brother, forgiving, shortest brother (5'1 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch:Early-mid-20's, grey-blueish skin, dark blue hair, Dark blue nose. youngest brother, grumpy, kinda mean, kind, smart, helpful, not that forgiving, third tallest(5'7 inches-they are trolls), girlfriend:Poppy, queen of trolls, very energetic, pinky troll. outfit:the leaf vest Floyd gave him the day they left, brown shorts. paranoid, Autistic, overprotective.
And yes, ALL trolls have tails.
Add lots of dialogue everywhere..
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:17
Spruce(Bruce):13
Clay:12
Floyd:11
Branch:1
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The dim light of the bunker flickered above them, creating an almost ominous atmosphere as Floyd sat on the worn couch, tail drooping low—a reflection of the weight on his heart. John Dory paced in front of him, his cyan eyes wide, fingers tapping anxiously against the sides of his brown jacket.
"Just... *just* listen to me, okay? You don't need to be scared of the shot!" Floyd finally spoke up, breaking the silence before John could continue his frantic pacing.
"But I *am* scared! You don't understand, Floyd!” John Dory retorted, his green hair sticking up as his frustration grew. His tail whipped back and forth, betraying his anxiety. “It’s not just a shot! It’s *pain*! It feels like being stabbed with—what did I say?—with a tiny knife!”
Clay crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with his lime-green nose wrinkled in annoyance. “Come on, John. Everyone gets shots. My life didn’t end when I got mine. You’re being a baby about this,” he quipped, but even he could see the fear in John Dory's eyes.
“Yeah, well, easy for you to say, *Mr. Tough Guy*!” John shot back, the sarcasm dripping from his words. “You probably enjoy the pain! I’m literally the oldest, and I’m not going to let you baby me!”
“Big brothers’ rights,” Clay retorted, a rare smirk crossing his face. “Besides, you don’t have a choice. If Dr. Moonbloom says you need it, you need it. No argument. We’ll take you by force if we have to.”
“Now hold on,” Branch interjected, his brows furrowing as he tried to mediate between the two. “We’re not dragging you anywhere, but seriously, John—you can’t just lock yourself away. We’re worried about you.”
Much to their dismay, John Dory had already dashed to his room, slamming the door with a decisive thud. His tail curled protectively around his waist, and he pressed himself against the door, shaking his head furiously.
“IM NOT TAKING IT!” his voice boomed, muffled through the thick door.
With a sigh, Clay whipped out his bug phone. “I’m calling Bruce. He’ll back me up on this.” He dialed frantically, tapping his foot as the phone rang.
After a few rings, Bruce picked up. “What’s up?” he asked, knowing there couldn’t be anything good.
“Um, so… John Dory is refusing to take his shot tomorrow…” Clay explained, glancing nervously over at the locked door. “You know how he gets. Can you come back and help us out?”
Bruce chuckled softly on the other end. “Of course I can. He wanted to sneak off again, huh? I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks, Bruce.” Clay hung up, a resolute expression forming. “All right, team, we need to get ready for a rescue mission.”
As Bruce returned from Vacy Island, he made his way straight to the bunker, the sounds of John Dory’s plaintive cries making him quicken his step.
"Hey there, boys!" Bruce greeted, leaning against the doorframe. “What's this I hear about a shot-centric rebellion?”
"John's locked himself away, and we can't get him out. He's freaking out!” Clay explained, his agitation palpable.
“Good lord, I remember when John Dory was a total baby about shots back in the day…” Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “Before you two were born, I had to hold him down while he kicked and screamed like the world was ending! It was quite the drama.”
“Just get the door open!” Branch said, his arms crossed, glaring at the doorknob as if he could intimidate it into unlocking.
“On it.” Bruce bent down, eyeing the lock. “You boys might want to prepare yourselves.”
“Prepare for what?” Floyd asked, his drooping tail swaying like a pendulum.
“For John Dory.” Bruce grinned mischievously. “Pray we can get him under control.”
As the brothers joined forces, they struggled to chatter and coax John into unlocking the door.
“Come on, John! You know we just want to help! It’ll be over before you know it!” Floyd said, his voice softer.
“Why would you want to help me stab myself?!” John called back, panic lacing his words.
“It’s not stabbing. It’s a tiny poke!” Clay yelled.
“Easier said than done, Clay. For you!” John fired back, still catching his breath.
“Okay, Bruce! Now!” Clay hustled to the side, and Bruce picked the lock expertly.
With a triumphant click, the door swung open, revealing John Dory, trembling in the corner of his room, tail wrapped around his waist tightly.
“NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” he screamed as Branch lunged forward.
“Stay calm, John!” Bruce said, his voice strong and grounding. “This is for your own good!”
The brothers closed in, John Dory bolted for the back of the room, but all three reached out, grabbing him and dragging him forward. He kicked and screamed, “HELP! FLOYD, HELP ME!”
Floyd, only a few paces behind, felt his heart clench, his own tail flicking uneasily. “I’m… I’m right here! We can do this together!”
“Try to think of Rhonda!” Clay shouted, egging him on. “Just think of your van!”
“Not helping!” John howled, as they pulled him closer to Dr. Moonbloom's office.
As they stumbled into the small clinic room, John’s eyes widened at the sight of the nurse’s cart, lined up with four distinct syringes. He froze, breath hitching in his throat.
“Whoa… whoa… WHOA! What are those?” he wailed.
“Some shots,” Dr. Moonbloom stated calmly, glancing at John with a friendly smile. “Just a couple pokes, nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing to worry about?!” John's voice transformed into a pitch higher than any troll should reach, and he jolted backward, his brothers holding him in place tightly. “I’ll never make it! I refuse!”
“John—don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Clay pressed sternly.
“I can't! I’m serious!” John screeched, thrashing in their grasp.
“Calm down! Breathe, just breathe,” Bruce coached, his grip tightening reassuringly.
The doctor prepped the shots, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to John’s rising panic. “Alright, on three,” she said, voice steady.
“But—!” John began, but it was too late. His mind was racing, thoughts darting around like loose confetti.
“One, two—”
Screaming into the abyss of the unknown, John lurched and thrashed against his brothers, whose arms encircled him tightly.
“THREE!” Dr. Moonbloom shouted as she pressed the first syringe in. John’s face twisted in a horrified expression, and he let out an ear-splitting wail.
“I’M BEING STABBED!” he hollered. “THAT HURTS! YOU’RE HURTING ME!”
“I’m not hurting you! It’s just a shot!” Out of sheer confusion and fear, Clay held him tighter, whispering words of reassurance.
“Focus on me, John! Look at me!” Floyd attempted, his own voice wavering as he tried to help.
John writhed, more shots coming, and Floyd’s tail twitched anxiously while Branch tried to comfort him from behind. “Just breathe! It’s almost over, John! You can do this!”
They went through each shot, and John howled and squirmed, screams echoing through the small room. As they finally finished the fourth and last shot, John lunged for the door, scrambling away from the scene of chaos.
“NO! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STAY!” he yelled, bolting past the nurse, out into the hallway, his tail lashing behind him in a frenzy.
Straightening themselves, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd all stood breathless.
“Should we chase after him?” Branch asked, scratching his head.
“No,” Bruce said, recognizing the familiar scent of inevitable drama unfolding. “Let him settle for a moment. When he calms down, we can talk to him—”
Just then, John’s voice echoed back from the hallway, wailing about betrayal and brotherly heartbreak, causing them all to flush with a mix of pity and concern.
Floyd’s tail drooped even more, and he murmured softly, “I just want him to be okay...”
Clay shook his head, trying to maintain his serious demeanor. “Well, we have a strong bond, and that means we face this together, even if he runs away.”
Floyd nodded, looking at his brothers, each of them knowing that even after this chaotic encounter, they were still a family—united, if not irreversibly damaged in the wake of John Dory’s fear.
“Okay,” Floyd whispered, determination slowly creeping back into his voice. “Let’s go find him.”
"Just... *just* listen to me, okay? You don't need to be scared of the shot!" Floyd finally spoke up, breaking the silence before John could continue his frantic pacing.
"But I *am* scared! You don't understand, Floyd!” John Dory retorted, his green hair sticking up as his frustration grew. His tail whipped back and forth, betraying his anxiety. “It’s not just a shot! It’s *pain*! It feels like being stabbed with—what did I say?—with a tiny knife!”
Clay crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with his lime-green nose wrinkled in annoyance. “Come on, John. Everyone gets shots. My life didn’t end when I got mine. You’re being a baby about this,” he quipped, but even he could see the fear in John Dory's eyes.
“Yeah, well, easy for you to say, *Mr. Tough Guy*!” John shot back, the sarcasm dripping from his words. “You probably enjoy the pain! I’m literally the oldest, and I’m not going to let you baby me!”
“Big brothers’ rights,” Clay retorted, a rare smirk crossing his face. “Besides, you don’t have a choice. If Dr. Moonbloom says you need it, you need it. No argument. We’ll take you by force if we have to.”
“Now hold on,” Branch interjected, his brows furrowing as he tried to mediate between the two. “We’re not dragging you anywhere, but seriously, John—you can’t just lock yourself away. We’re worried about you.”
Much to their dismay, John Dory had already dashed to his room, slamming the door with a decisive thud. His tail curled protectively around his waist, and he pressed himself against the door, shaking his head furiously.
“IM NOT TAKING IT!” his voice boomed, muffled through the thick door.
With a sigh, Clay whipped out his bug phone. “I’m calling Bruce. He’ll back me up on this.” He dialed frantically, tapping his foot as the phone rang.
After a few rings, Bruce picked up. “What’s up?” he asked, knowing there couldn’t be anything good.
“Um, so… John Dory is refusing to take his shot tomorrow…” Clay explained, glancing nervously over at the locked door. “You know how he gets. Can you come back and help us out?”
Bruce chuckled softly on the other end. “Of course I can. He wanted to sneak off again, huh? I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks, Bruce.” Clay hung up, a resolute expression forming. “All right, team, we need to get ready for a rescue mission.”
As Bruce returned from Vacy Island, he made his way straight to the bunker, the sounds of John Dory’s plaintive cries making him quicken his step.
"Hey there, boys!" Bruce greeted, leaning against the doorframe. “What's this I hear about a shot-centric rebellion?”
"John's locked himself away, and we can't get him out. He's freaking out!” Clay explained, his agitation palpable.
“Good lord, I remember when John Dory was a total baby about shots back in the day…” Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “Before you two were born, I had to hold him down while he kicked and screamed like the world was ending! It was quite the drama.”
“Just get the door open!” Branch said, his arms crossed, glaring at the doorknob as if he could intimidate it into unlocking.
“On it.” Bruce bent down, eyeing the lock. “You boys might want to prepare yourselves.”
“Prepare for what?” Floyd asked, his drooping tail swaying like a pendulum.
“For John Dory.” Bruce grinned mischievously. “Pray we can get him under control.”
As the brothers joined forces, they struggled to chatter and coax John into unlocking the door.
“Come on, John! You know we just want to help! It’ll be over before you know it!” Floyd said, his voice softer.
“Why would you want to help me stab myself?!” John called back, panic lacing his words.
“It’s not stabbing. It’s a tiny poke!” Clay yelled.
“Easier said than done, Clay. For you!” John fired back, still catching his breath.
“Okay, Bruce! Now!” Clay hustled to the side, and Bruce picked the lock expertly.
With a triumphant click, the door swung open, revealing John Dory, trembling in the corner of his room, tail wrapped around his waist tightly.
“NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” he screamed as Branch lunged forward.
“Stay calm, John!” Bruce said, his voice strong and grounding. “This is for your own good!”
The brothers closed in, John Dory bolted for the back of the room, but all three reached out, grabbing him and dragging him forward. He kicked and screamed, “HELP! FLOYD, HELP ME!”
Floyd, only a few paces behind, felt his heart clench, his own tail flicking uneasily. “I’m… I’m right here! We can do this together!”
“Try to think of Rhonda!” Clay shouted, egging him on. “Just think of your van!”
“Not helping!” John howled, as they pulled him closer to Dr. Moonbloom's office.
As they stumbled into the small clinic room, John’s eyes widened at the sight of the nurse’s cart, lined up with four distinct syringes. He froze, breath hitching in his throat.
“Whoa… whoa… WHOA! What are those?” he wailed.
“Some shots,” Dr. Moonbloom stated calmly, glancing at John with a friendly smile. “Just a couple pokes, nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing to worry about?!” John's voice transformed into a pitch higher than any troll should reach, and he jolted backward, his brothers holding him in place tightly. “I’ll never make it! I refuse!”
“John—don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Clay pressed sternly.
“I can't! I’m serious!” John screeched, thrashing in their grasp.
“Calm down! Breathe, just breathe,” Bruce coached, his grip tightening reassuringly.
The doctor prepped the shots, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to John’s rising panic. “Alright, on three,” she said, voice steady.
“But—!” John began, but it was too late. His mind was racing, thoughts darting around like loose confetti.
“One, two—”
Screaming into the abyss of the unknown, John lurched and thrashed against his brothers, whose arms encircled him tightly.
“THREE!” Dr. Moonbloom shouted as she pressed the first syringe in. John’s face twisted in a horrified expression, and he let out an ear-splitting wail.
“I’M BEING STABBED!” he hollered. “THAT HURTS! YOU’RE HURTING ME!”
“I’m not hurting you! It’s just a shot!” Out of sheer confusion and fear, Clay held him tighter, whispering words of reassurance.
“Focus on me, John! Look at me!” Floyd attempted, his own voice wavering as he tried to help.
John writhed, more shots coming, and Floyd’s tail twitched anxiously while Branch tried to comfort him from behind. “Just breathe! It’s almost over, John! You can do this!”
They went through each shot, and John howled and squirmed, screams echoing through the small room. As they finally finished the fourth and last shot, John lunged for the door, scrambling away from the scene of chaos.
“NO! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STAY!” he yelled, bolting past the nurse, out into the hallway, his tail lashing behind him in a frenzy.
Straightening themselves, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd all stood breathless.
“Should we chase after him?” Branch asked, scratching his head.
“No,” Bruce said, recognizing the familiar scent of inevitable drama unfolding. “Let him settle for a moment. When he calms down, we can talk to him—”
Just then, John’s voice echoed back from the hallway, wailing about betrayal and brotherly heartbreak, causing them all to flush with a mix of pity and concern.
Floyd’s tail drooped even more, and he murmured softly, “I just want him to be okay...”
Clay shook his head, trying to maintain his serious demeanor. “Well, we have a strong bond, and that means we face this together, even if he runs away.”
Floyd nodded, looking at his brothers, each of them knowing that even after this chaotic encounter, they were still a family—united, if not irreversibly damaged in the wake of John Dory’s fear.
“Okay,” Floyd whispered, determination slowly creeping back into his voice. “Let’s go find him.”