Asked by deezNUTS
{"NO THANK YOU!!!"} Trolls 3 band together.
START FROM THE BEGINNING and make John dory very stubborn
START FROM THE BEGINNING!!!!!
ALSO ANOTHER REMINDER...: BRUCE ISNT THERE IN THE NURSE POD WITH THEM. HE'S AT VACY ISLAND. THEY TROLLS WHO ARE THERE ARE ONLY; John Dory, Clay, and Branch. (They went to the nursing pod with and to support Floyd.. because of the weakness and THEN when she asks if anyone else needs helps that's WHEN Floyd looks at John and yeah...)
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..
REMINDER FOR ALL THE STORY:LOTS OF DETAIL AND DIALOGUE..
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.
After that, they all went to sleep, hoping to get John Dory out in the morning...
The next morning, 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.
"What and idiot.."
John dory:Late-30's. blue skin. He has forest green hair with black eyebrows, his eyes are a dark cyan, 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
START FROM THE BEGINNING and make John dory very stubborn
START FROM THE BEGINNING!!!!!
ALSO ANOTHER REMINDER...: BRUCE ISNT THERE IN THE NURSE POD WITH THEM. HE'S AT VACY ISLAND. THEY TROLLS WHO ARE THERE ARE ONLY; John Dory, Clay, and Branch. (They went to the nursing pod with and to support Floyd.. because of the weakness and THEN when she asks if anyone else needs helps that's WHEN Floyd looks at John and yeah...)
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..
REMINDER FOR ALL THE STORY:LOTS OF DETAIL AND DIALOGUE..
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.
After that, they all went to sleep, hoping to get John Dory out in the morning...
The next morning, 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.
"What and idiot.."
John dory:Late-30's. blue skin. He has forest green hair with black eyebrows, his eyes are a dark cyan, 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
Answers
Answered by
GPT-4o mini
**Title: No Shots!**
**Scene 1: The Nursing Pod**
The nurses in the bright white medical pod were bustling around, their voices a soft hum against the sterile scent of antiseptic. Dr. MoonBloom was tending to Floyd, who lay on a cot with a forced smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His tail drooped behind him, signaling his uncharacteristic discomfort. John Dory leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, trying to appear nonchalant, but he felt a knot of tension twisting in his stomach.
“Floyd, this will be quick,” Dr. MoonBloom reassured him, looking over her glasses. “Just a quick check-up and maybe some pain medicine.”
“Quick,” John Dory echoed, rolling his eyes. “Everything with these check-ups is never quick.” He averted his gaze, knowing how stubborn he could be, but he couldn’t shake the sense that Floyd was getting weaker. He hated seeing his brother like this.
“W-Well… John—” Floyd started, his voice shaky, but John interrupted.
“Floyd. C'mon, it’s just a cough…” he mumbled dismissively, “You’ll be fine.”
“But that’s what you keep saying… but it just sounds… bad.” Floyd’s smile faded, replaced by concern that made John’s heart clench. Clay glanced between them with an uneasy look.
“John Dory,” Clay said, his tone serious. “It sounds like you’re sick, too… very.” He turned to Dr. MoonBloom, “But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he’s alright.”
John shot Clay a glare, crossing his arms tighter. “I’m fine—”
A sudden cough escaped him, and the deep rumble rattled him. “—As you were saying…” he finished sheepishly.
Dr. MoonBloom measured his temperature, furrowing her brow at the readings she saw. “Follow me, John. I need to check a few things.”
As she pulled up John Dory’s medical history, she paused, noting one crucial detail. “You never took your newborn shots back when you should have,” she said, glancing at John with concern. “I think that might explain your cough.”
John Dory’s eyes widened, and his tail flicked nervously, a telltale sign that he was freaking out inside. “N-No shots! I can’t!” he protested, his voice rising with distress.
Clay sighed, exasperated. “You have to, John. It’s important!”
“No! I hate shots!” he shouted, imagining the sharp prick of the needle.
They left the pod with John Dory's resolve shaken, and as soon as they reached the bunker, the chaos erupted.
---
**Scene 2: The Bunker—John Dory's Stubbornness**
“IM NOT TAKING IT.” John Dory stood firm, arms planted stubbornly at his sides as he paced the tiny room of the bunker.
“YOU HAVE TO—” Clay began but was cut off.
“NOOOOOOOOO,” John repeated, his voice rising to a panicked pitch.
“JOHN—”
“Clay, you know I HATE SHOTS!!!!!”
“I DON’T CARE, YOU ARE GOING!!!”
John Dory huffed out an exasperated breath, his tail bristling with frustration. “NO!”
“YES!”
“NOOOOOO!”
“DON'T MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!”
“CALL HIM, I’M LITERALLY THE OLDEST!! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!”
“YEAH, BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!” Clay shot back, exasperated.
“NOOOOO!” With a determined streak, John Dory darted to his room and slammed the door shut, locking it with a click.
Clay sighed heavily, a sense of urgency creeping into his tone. “Bruce, we need your help!” He pulled out his bug phone, quickly dialing his brother.
---
**Scene 3: Bruce Joins the Fray**
“Hey, Clay! What’s up?” Bruce’s voice carried through the line, his usual cheerful tone replaced by concern.
“It’s John. He’s refusing to take his shots, and I need you to come back from Vacy Island! He’s locked himself in his room!”
Bruce chuckled lightly, but Clay could sense the worry. “Oh, man, I remember when he used to freak out about shots. Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”
After a quick goodbye, Clay glanced around the bunker. Floyd’s tail hung low, still looking weak, while Branch squinted silently, processing the madness. “We’re really going to need Bruce to get through to him…” Floyd murmured, barely above a whisper.
“Trust me, he can handle it. I hope.”
---
**Scene 4: Bruce Arrives**
The door flung open as Bruce stormed into the bunker, his presence a beacon of authority. “Alright, I’m here! What’s the plan?”
“John’s locked himself inside!” Clay pointed at the door dramatically. “We need to get him out for his appointment. Stat!”
Bruce crossed his arms, looking up at the door with determination. “Alright, John! You’re coming out now!”
“NO!” John’s muffled voice called back, thick with defiance.
“When we were younger, John Dory just… hated shots,” Bruce said, shaking his head with a smile of disbelief. “Before you and Branch were born, I remember the last time he had to get a shot…”
Clay grinned. “We literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.”
“Oh, yeah…” Branch added with a chuckle, but Floyd only looked at Clay with tired eyes, “Floyd, do you think you can help convince him?”
“Maybe…” Floyd replied hesitantly, his tail curling back a little in uncertainty.
---
**Scene 5: The Confrontation with John**
As they gathered themselves for the next step, Floyd channeled his strength. “John, please come out,” he said softly. “I’m really worried about you.”
A moment of silence hung heavy in the air.
“Floyd, stay out of this!” John yelled back, his resolve still holding strong.
Bruce nodded to Clay, who began to twist the doorknob. “We’re coming in!” With some effort, they used a few tools to pry open the door—Bruce leading the charge.
“On three!” Bruce counted, “One... Two... Three!”
The door flung wide, revealing an irate John Dory. But before he could protest, the combined strength of his brothers overwhelmed him. They dragged him, protesting, down the hallway.
“LET GO OF ME! I DON’T WANT TO GO!” he hollered, kicking his legs in defiance. “FLOYD, HELP!”
Even weak as he was, Floyd followed slowly with a pained expression, his tail dragged down low with worry.
“Come on, John!” Clay urged, wrestling with him as John squirmed in protest.
“I hate this! I hate this!” John wailed, desperately scanning for any escape, but it was futile. As they reached the nurse pod, Dr. MoonBloom stood ready with a cart of syringes, her eyes wide with determination.
---
**Scene 6: The Shot Showdown**
“John Dory,” she said firmly, “you need to hold still for me. There are four shots, and they are crucial for your health.”
Eyes growing wide, John blurted out in a panic. “Four?! I can’t! I—”
“Hold him down!” Dr. MoonBloom commanded, and with a swift motion, Bruce and Clay pinned him to the cot.
“LET GO! PLEASE!” His voice strained, a mix between pleading and outright fury, but John’s brothers tightened their grip.
As the needle approached, John’s screams echoed through the room, filling the air. “NO—”
“Too late for that, buddy!” Branch said, slightly grinning.
“Each shot will make you stronger! Just breathe!” Floyd encouraged, trying to support John even as he was gritting his teeth in fear.
John’s body jerked violently as the first shot broke the skin, a primal howl spilling from his lips as he thrashed against his brothers. “HELP! HELP ME!” His cries turned into angry shouts, spilling both pain and fury into the air.
“Just a little longer, John! You’re being a baby!” Clay teased, typical brotherly humor slashing through the tension.
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME A BABY!”
With the final shot administered, John’s body slumped as he panted heavily, face flushed, adrenaline coursing through him. As soon as he was released, he shot upright and bolted out of the nurse pod, leaving his brothers behind.
Floyd let out a sigh, relief washing over him, “What an idiot…”
“Should we follow?” Clay asked, watching John sprint away.
“Nope!” Bruce quipped, shaking his head. “He’ll realize soon enough.”
---
**Scene 7: Aftermath**
Racing down the hallway, John struggled to catch his breath as his thoughts swirled. He felt weak from the shots—not only physically, but mentally too. Rhonda, his beloved armadillo-bus-van, awaited him in the hidden garage where he often escaped.
“I’ll never do that again,” he whispered, his tail flicking against the ground. He leaned against Rhonda, convincing himself to calm down.
As night descended in the bunker, his brothers quietly navigated back, hopeful that John would soon come to terms with what he had faced. For now, all they could do was wait and hope he would be okay.
A new day lay ahead, filled with challenges and yet, his brothers could always count on each other to band together. And maybe, one day, he would accept those shots. But for now, he was resting, and at least he was alive and still a part of their troll family.
**Scene 1: The Nursing Pod**
The nurses in the bright white medical pod were bustling around, their voices a soft hum against the sterile scent of antiseptic. Dr. MoonBloom was tending to Floyd, who lay on a cot with a forced smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His tail drooped behind him, signaling his uncharacteristic discomfort. John Dory leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, trying to appear nonchalant, but he felt a knot of tension twisting in his stomach.
“Floyd, this will be quick,” Dr. MoonBloom reassured him, looking over her glasses. “Just a quick check-up and maybe some pain medicine.”
“Quick,” John Dory echoed, rolling his eyes. “Everything with these check-ups is never quick.” He averted his gaze, knowing how stubborn he could be, but he couldn’t shake the sense that Floyd was getting weaker. He hated seeing his brother like this.
“W-Well… John—” Floyd started, his voice shaky, but John interrupted.
“Floyd. C'mon, it’s just a cough…” he mumbled dismissively, “You’ll be fine.”
“But that’s what you keep saying… but it just sounds… bad.” Floyd’s smile faded, replaced by concern that made John’s heart clench. Clay glanced between them with an uneasy look.
“John Dory,” Clay said, his tone serious. “It sounds like you’re sick, too… very.” He turned to Dr. MoonBloom, “But he refuses to let us help him, insisting he’s alright.”
John shot Clay a glare, crossing his arms tighter. “I’m fine—”
A sudden cough escaped him, and the deep rumble rattled him. “—As you were saying…” he finished sheepishly.
Dr. MoonBloom measured his temperature, furrowing her brow at the readings she saw. “Follow me, John. I need to check a few things.”
As she pulled up John Dory’s medical history, she paused, noting one crucial detail. “You never took your newborn shots back when you should have,” she said, glancing at John with concern. “I think that might explain your cough.”
John Dory’s eyes widened, and his tail flicked nervously, a telltale sign that he was freaking out inside. “N-No shots! I can’t!” he protested, his voice rising with distress.
Clay sighed, exasperated. “You have to, John. It’s important!”
“No! I hate shots!” he shouted, imagining the sharp prick of the needle.
They left the pod with John Dory's resolve shaken, and as soon as they reached the bunker, the chaos erupted.
---
**Scene 2: The Bunker—John Dory's Stubbornness**
“IM NOT TAKING IT.” John Dory stood firm, arms planted stubbornly at his sides as he paced the tiny room of the bunker.
“YOU HAVE TO—” Clay began but was cut off.
“NOOOOOOOOO,” John repeated, his voice rising to a panicked pitch.
“JOHN—”
“Clay, you know I HATE SHOTS!!!!!”
“I DON’T CARE, YOU ARE GOING!!!”
John Dory huffed out an exasperated breath, his tail bristling with frustration. “NO!”
“YES!”
“NOOOOOO!”
“DON'T MAKE ME CALL BRUCE!!!”
“CALL HIM, I’M LITERALLY THE OLDEST!! HE IS MY LITTLE BROTHER!!”
“YEAH, BY LIKE FOUR YEARS!!” Clay shot back, exasperated.
“NOOOOO!” With a determined streak, John Dory darted to his room and slammed the door shut, locking it with a click.
Clay sighed heavily, a sense of urgency creeping into his tone. “Bruce, we need your help!” He pulled out his bug phone, quickly dialing his brother.
---
**Scene 3: Bruce Joins the Fray**
“Hey, Clay! What’s up?” Bruce’s voice carried through the line, his usual cheerful tone replaced by concern.
“It’s John. He’s refusing to take his shots, and I need you to come back from Vacy Island! He’s locked himself in his room!”
Bruce chuckled lightly, but Clay could sense the worry. “Oh, man, I remember when he used to freak out about shots. Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”
After a quick goodbye, Clay glanced around the bunker. Floyd’s tail hung low, still looking weak, while Branch squinted silently, processing the madness. “We’re really going to need Bruce to get through to him…” Floyd murmured, barely above a whisper.
“Trust me, he can handle it. I hope.”
---
**Scene 4: Bruce Arrives**
The door flung open as Bruce stormed into the bunker, his presence a beacon of authority. “Alright, I’m here! What’s the plan?”
“John’s locked himself inside!” Clay pointed at the door dramatically. “We need to get him out for his appointment. Stat!”
Bruce crossed his arms, looking up at the door with determination. “Alright, John! You’re coming out now!”
“NO!” John’s muffled voice called back, thick with defiance.
“When we were younger, John Dory just… hated shots,” Bruce said, shaking his head with a smile of disbelief. “Before you and Branch were born, I remember the last time he had to get a shot…”
Clay grinned. “We literally had to HOLD him down as he kicked and screamed.”
“Oh, yeah…” Branch added with a chuckle, but Floyd only looked at Clay with tired eyes, “Floyd, do you think you can help convince him?”
“Maybe…” Floyd replied hesitantly, his tail curling back a little in uncertainty.
---
**Scene 5: The Confrontation with John**
As they gathered themselves for the next step, Floyd channeled his strength. “John, please come out,” he said softly. “I’m really worried about you.”
A moment of silence hung heavy in the air.
“Floyd, stay out of this!” John yelled back, his resolve still holding strong.
Bruce nodded to Clay, who began to twist the doorknob. “We’re coming in!” With some effort, they used a few tools to pry open the door—Bruce leading the charge.
“On three!” Bruce counted, “One... Two... Three!”
The door flung wide, revealing an irate John Dory. But before he could protest, the combined strength of his brothers overwhelmed him. They dragged him, protesting, down the hallway.
“LET GO OF ME! I DON’T WANT TO GO!” he hollered, kicking his legs in defiance. “FLOYD, HELP!”
Even weak as he was, Floyd followed slowly with a pained expression, his tail dragged down low with worry.
“Come on, John!” Clay urged, wrestling with him as John squirmed in protest.
“I hate this! I hate this!” John wailed, desperately scanning for any escape, but it was futile. As they reached the nurse pod, Dr. MoonBloom stood ready with a cart of syringes, her eyes wide with determination.
---
**Scene 6: The Shot Showdown**
“John Dory,” she said firmly, “you need to hold still for me. There are four shots, and they are crucial for your health.”
Eyes growing wide, John blurted out in a panic. “Four?! I can’t! I—”
“Hold him down!” Dr. MoonBloom commanded, and with a swift motion, Bruce and Clay pinned him to the cot.
“LET GO! PLEASE!” His voice strained, a mix between pleading and outright fury, but John’s brothers tightened their grip.
As the needle approached, John’s screams echoed through the room, filling the air. “NO—”
“Too late for that, buddy!” Branch said, slightly grinning.
“Each shot will make you stronger! Just breathe!” Floyd encouraged, trying to support John even as he was gritting his teeth in fear.
John’s body jerked violently as the first shot broke the skin, a primal howl spilling from his lips as he thrashed against his brothers. “HELP! HELP ME!” His cries turned into angry shouts, spilling both pain and fury into the air.
“Just a little longer, John! You’re being a baby!” Clay teased, typical brotherly humor slashing through the tension.
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME A BABY!”
With the final shot administered, John’s body slumped as he panted heavily, face flushed, adrenaline coursing through him. As soon as he was released, he shot upright and bolted out of the nurse pod, leaving his brothers behind.
Floyd let out a sigh, relief washing over him, “What an idiot…”
“Should we follow?” Clay asked, watching John sprint away.
“Nope!” Bruce quipped, shaking his head. “He’ll realize soon enough.”
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**Scene 7: Aftermath**
Racing down the hallway, John struggled to catch his breath as his thoughts swirled. He felt weak from the shots—not only physically, but mentally too. Rhonda, his beloved armadillo-bus-van, awaited him in the hidden garage where he often escaped.
“I’ll never do that again,” he whispered, his tail flicking against the ground. He leaned against Rhonda, convincing himself to calm down.
As night descended in the bunker, his brothers quietly navigated back, hopeful that John would soon come to terms with what he had faced. For now, all they could do was wait and hope he would be okay.
A new day lay ahead, filled with challenges and yet, his brothers could always count on each other to band together. And maybe, one day, he would accept those shots. But for now, he was resting, and at least he was alive and still a part of their troll family.