Question
After the failing concert, and a very heated argument with his brothers, John Dory leaves.
"Since I'm the reason they're so miserable, they clearly don't need me.." he would say everything he was about the go back...
Twenty years later.
He's out hunting in the woods with his beloved armadillo bus, Rhonda when he suddenly sees a ladybug critter coming up to him. it opens its mouths and a letter drops out. He picks it up. "Hello John Dory, its us your brothers." He stops. he wipes his eyes.. is this some sort of prank?.. He continues. "Well..for starts, its me, Floyd writing this. Im writing to you because we all miss you.. and no we aren't in the troll tree anymore, we left the troll tree and escaped the bergans!.. and we can tell you more later but we managed to befriend the bergans!.. Dear brother I'm sorry we didn't reach out sooner, but I am now and I miss you, a lot. And now that we escaped the troll tree, we now live in PopVillage, I left a picture in the back of this letter so you can find us.
PS: Spruce changed his name to Bruce.!" He was in shock.. he turns the paper over... and its them.. so.. so grown up.. and behind them, the village. should he go?.. what if its a trap?..
for hours he re-read the paper and looked at the picture... Rhonda next to him the whole time.. "Maybe.. Maybe I should go..."
And so he does. after a couple days he finally spots the village.
He spots... them. he quickly hides.. but after calming himself down, he walks. Other trolls stare at him and whisper which catches his brothers attention.. he ignore their stare.. his brothers notice him.. he's a couple feet away as they stare at each other.. John Dory nervously smiles.. "Hey... long time no see.."
FLOYDS FLASHBACK TO WRITING THE LETTER:
"Alright guys I'm done!" He announced. Clay rolls his eyes.."He probably isn't going to see it.. and if he does he's probably going to ignore it.." Floyd frowns. "Don't say that.. I'm sure he's coming!."
Days later..
"See told you.." Said Clay while on a walk with his brothers. Bruce sighed. "Look..Floyd..-" "Who's that troll..." "Don't know, I've never seen him." What?.. the brothers turn around and gasp. "Holy muses.. he really did come" mutterd Branch.
"Hey... long time no see.."
some info:
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 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..animal like)
Bruce: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, second shortest brother (5'3 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch: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.
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:19
Spruce(Bruce):15
Clay:14
Floyd:11
Branch:3
Add lots of details and start from the beginning and the fight they had that made John dory leave. And during the stay, Clay started asking why he left and John Dory only gave him dry replies which caused an argument.. and John Dory gets so raged he grabs him by the collar and almost punches him.
"Since I'm the reason they're so miserable, they clearly don't need me.." he would say everything he was about the go back...
Twenty years later.
He's out hunting in the woods with his beloved armadillo bus, Rhonda when he suddenly sees a ladybug critter coming up to him. it opens its mouths and a letter drops out. He picks it up. "Hello John Dory, its us your brothers." He stops. he wipes his eyes.. is this some sort of prank?.. He continues. "Well..for starts, its me, Floyd writing this. Im writing to you because we all miss you.. and no we aren't in the troll tree anymore, we left the troll tree and escaped the bergans!.. and we can tell you more later but we managed to befriend the bergans!.. Dear brother I'm sorry we didn't reach out sooner, but I am now and I miss you, a lot. And now that we escaped the troll tree, we now live in PopVillage, I left a picture in the back of this letter so you can find us.
PS: Spruce changed his name to Bruce.!" He was in shock.. he turns the paper over... and its them.. so.. so grown up.. and behind them, the village. should he go?.. what if its a trap?..
for hours he re-read the paper and looked at the picture... Rhonda next to him the whole time.. "Maybe.. Maybe I should go..."
And so he does. after a couple days he finally spots the village.
He spots... them. he quickly hides.. but after calming himself down, he walks. Other trolls stare at him and whisper which catches his brothers attention.. he ignore their stare.. his brothers notice him.. he's a couple feet away as they stare at each other.. John Dory nervously smiles.. "Hey... long time no see.."
FLOYDS FLASHBACK TO WRITING THE LETTER:
"Alright guys I'm done!" He announced. Clay rolls his eyes.."He probably isn't going to see it.. and if he does he's probably going to ignore it.." Floyd frowns. "Don't say that.. I'm sure he's coming!."
Days later..
"See told you.." Said Clay while on a walk with his brothers. Bruce sighed. "Look..Floyd..-" "Who's that troll..." "Don't know, I've never seen him." What?.. the brothers turn around and gasp. "Holy muses.. he really did come" mutterd Branch.
"Hey... long time no see.."
some info:
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 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..animal like)
Bruce: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, second shortest brother (5'3 inches--they are trolls...)
Branch: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.
Ages when the band broke up:
John Dory:19
Spruce(Bruce):15
Clay:14
Floyd:11
Branch:3
Add lots of details and start from the beginning and the fight they had that made John dory leave. And during the stay, Clay started asking why he left and John Dory only gave him dry replies which caused an argument.. and John Dory gets so raged he grabs him by the collar and almost punches him.
Answers
GPT-4o mini
**The Breaking Point**
The air was charged with tension inside the troll den, where shadows were cast by flickering candles. The brothers stood in a chaotic circle, their voices raised in a fierce argument as the sounds of their bickering echoed through the cavernous walls. John Dory, then just nineteen, stood at the center, his forest green hair trembling slightly as his emotions flared. He could feel the heat rising in his chest as he glanced around at his younger brothers.
“John, you’re not listening!” Clay’s green-lime locks flowed wildly as he gestured dramatically. His lime-colored nose wrinkled in frustration. “You think you’re the only one struggling? We all have our problems—”
“You don’t understand!” John shot back, his dark cyan eyes blazing as vividly as the orange and pink hues of the luminescent rocks surrounding them. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel like everything is falling apart around you, and I’m the one causing it! I’m the reason we’re all stuck here in this troll tree!”
Floyd, with his pink-magenta hair falling over his eyes, looked small in comparison to the escalating tempers of his brothers. “But we’re a family! We can figure this out together! We need you!”
“No, we don’t, Floyd!” John’s voice broke, strain laced into every word. The weight of guilt clung to him like a shroud. “You need someone who’s not constantly making everything worse!”
Branch, the youngest of the clan, stood somewhat aloof from the chaos, worry etching subtle lines on his small blue-grey face. Glaring at John, his eyes narrowed. “Maybe if you talked about it instead of running away every time you feel bad, we could help you. But no, you just push everyone away! You did it before, the day we ended up here!”
The weight of Branch's accusation landed heavy. John clenched his fists, burning with indignation and anguish. “You think you know what I feel?” he retorted, moving closer to Branch, who unintentionally took a step back. “You’re just a boy! You don’t know anything about real hardships!”
With a rush of adrenaline and mounting fury, John found himself grabbing Clay by the collar, exceedingly close to delivering a punch. “Stop pushing me! Why can’t you see that I’m the problem?”
“John! No! That’s not the answer!” Floyd's voice quaked in the air, rising above the enraged chaos.
Clay struggled slightly but maintained his balance. “You think running away will solve anything? That it’ll make you feel better?” His voice softened despite the intensity of the fight. “When you leave, it only makes us worse. We care about you!”
Those final words pierced through John’s anger like a shard of ice, causing him to loosen his grip on Clay's collar. He let out a deep breath, frustration dissipating into the cold space between them. Maybe they were right; maybe he had only brought this misery upon them all. But retreating into darkness felt like the only option he had left, an option he felt was justified.
“Maybe…maybe you’ll be better off without me,” John snapped, though it felt like a part of him was pleading for it not to be true.
And just like that, he ran from the troll tree, the echoes of his brothers’ voices fading behind him, replaced by the eerie silence of the wilderness that lay ahead. He forged a path through the forest, too proud to look back, too broken to care about the love he was leaving behind.
**Twenty Years Later**
Time drifted on, much like the seasons that came and went, and John Dory settled into a new rhythm, far from the anger and chaos of his former life. He fashioned a crude existence among the trees, roaming freely with Rhonda, his beloved armadillo bus. The woods were both a sanctuary and a prison, and he embraced his loneliness with resigned acceptance, telling himself it was for the best.
Until one fateful day, as he and Rhonda lounged in a sunlit glade, a petite ladybug critter approached him. With curious eyes, John watched as it fluttered near, surprising him with its unusual behavior. It opened its tiny mouth, and to his shock, it dropped a letter at his feet. John blinked rapidly, disbelief flooding his senses. He picked it up, shaking hands trembling as he unfolded the parchment, his heart racing.
“Hello John Dory, it’s us—your brothers,” the letter began. The words flowed awkwardly, each letter igniting a sense of nostalgia wrapped in new hope.
Gripping the paper tightly, he read Floyd's heartfelt message, each line dragging memories of laughter, mischief, and the warmth of brotherhood back to the surface. The picture on the back showed his brothers—older, yes, but undeniably the same trolls he once knew, standing together against the backdrop of a colorful village. The vibrant hues filled him with wonder.
As he processed the words, doubt began to bubble up. Was this an elaborate prank? Almost instantly, the familiar insecurities returned, whispering doubts about his worth and that perhaps it was safer to remain hidden in the woods. But as he looked to Rhonda, the gentle purr of his pet brought comfort—the urge to see his brothers gnawed at him, urging him to chase the fleeting flicker of hope igniting within him.
In a whirl of emotions, he made his decision. **Maybe… maybe I should go.**
Days passed, each one heavy with anticipation and confusion as he ventured into the unknown. Then, finally, he found it—the village everyone had been talking about. As he stood hidden amongst the trees, a thrill thrummed through his veins, pulling at his heartstrings as he took a steady breath, preparing himself for the moment he’d longed for yet feared most.
He spotted them: his brothers, looming near an old oak tree, their laughter echoing through the air like a soothing wind. They looked happy—at peace. Swallowing hard, he stepped forward, his heart pounding with each movement. As others in the village turned to stare, he felt the weight of their collective gaze but pushed it aside.
The whispers lingered, suspicions faded, and then the brothers turned toward him, their eyes wide with disbelief. Branch was the first to see him up close, his mouth parting in a gasp.
“Holy muses… he really did come,” he murmured, disbelief etching his face.
With trembling lips and eyes glistening, John finally smiled, uncertainty melding with hope as he spoke, “Hey… long time no see…”
Each brother absorbed the moment, faces transformed from surprise to cautious joy, reminding John that sometimes, coming home meant discovering a world within himself he thought he’d lost forever.
The air was charged with tension inside the troll den, where shadows were cast by flickering candles. The brothers stood in a chaotic circle, their voices raised in a fierce argument as the sounds of their bickering echoed through the cavernous walls. John Dory, then just nineteen, stood at the center, his forest green hair trembling slightly as his emotions flared. He could feel the heat rising in his chest as he glanced around at his younger brothers.
“John, you’re not listening!” Clay’s green-lime locks flowed wildly as he gestured dramatically. His lime-colored nose wrinkled in frustration. “You think you’re the only one struggling? We all have our problems—”
“You don’t understand!” John shot back, his dark cyan eyes blazing as vividly as the orange and pink hues of the luminescent rocks surrounding them. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel like everything is falling apart around you, and I’m the one causing it! I’m the reason we’re all stuck here in this troll tree!”
Floyd, with his pink-magenta hair falling over his eyes, looked small in comparison to the escalating tempers of his brothers. “But we’re a family! We can figure this out together! We need you!”
“No, we don’t, Floyd!” John’s voice broke, strain laced into every word. The weight of guilt clung to him like a shroud. “You need someone who’s not constantly making everything worse!”
Branch, the youngest of the clan, stood somewhat aloof from the chaos, worry etching subtle lines on his small blue-grey face. Glaring at John, his eyes narrowed. “Maybe if you talked about it instead of running away every time you feel bad, we could help you. But no, you just push everyone away! You did it before, the day we ended up here!”
The weight of Branch's accusation landed heavy. John clenched his fists, burning with indignation and anguish. “You think you know what I feel?” he retorted, moving closer to Branch, who unintentionally took a step back. “You’re just a boy! You don’t know anything about real hardships!”
With a rush of adrenaline and mounting fury, John found himself grabbing Clay by the collar, exceedingly close to delivering a punch. “Stop pushing me! Why can’t you see that I’m the problem?”
“John! No! That’s not the answer!” Floyd's voice quaked in the air, rising above the enraged chaos.
Clay struggled slightly but maintained his balance. “You think running away will solve anything? That it’ll make you feel better?” His voice softened despite the intensity of the fight. “When you leave, it only makes us worse. We care about you!”
Those final words pierced through John’s anger like a shard of ice, causing him to loosen his grip on Clay's collar. He let out a deep breath, frustration dissipating into the cold space between them. Maybe they were right; maybe he had only brought this misery upon them all. But retreating into darkness felt like the only option he had left, an option he felt was justified.
“Maybe…maybe you’ll be better off without me,” John snapped, though it felt like a part of him was pleading for it not to be true.
And just like that, he ran from the troll tree, the echoes of his brothers’ voices fading behind him, replaced by the eerie silence of the wilderness that lay ahead. He forged a path through the forest, too proud to look back, too broken to care about the love he was leaving behind.
**Twenty Years Later**
Time drifted on, much like the seasons that came and went, and John Dory settled into a new rhythm, far from the anger and chaos of his former life. He fashioned a crude existence among the trees, roaming freely with Rhonda, his beloved armadillo bus. The woods were both a sanctuary and a prison, and he embraced his loneliness with resigned acceptance, telling himself it was for the best.
Until one fateful day, as he and Rhonda lounged in a sunlit glade, a petite ladybug critter approached him. With curious eyes, John watched as it fluttered near, surprising him with its unusual behavior. It opened its tiny mouth, and to his shock, it dropped a letter at his feet. John blinked rapidly, disbelief flooding his senses. He picked it up, shaking hands trembling as he unfolded the parchment, his heart racing.
“Hello John Dory, it’s us—your brothers,” the letter began. The words flowed awkwardly, each letter igniting a sense of nostalgia wrapped in new hope.
Gripping the paper tightly, he read Floyd's heartfelt message, each line dragging memories of laughter, mischief, and the warmth of brotherhood back to the surface. The picture on the back showed his brothers—older, yes, but undeniably the same trolls he once knew, standing together against the backdrop of a colorful village. The vibrant hues filled him with wonder.
As he processed the words, doubt began to bubble up. Was this an elaborate prank? Almost instantly, the familiar insecurities returned, whispering doubts about his worth and that perhaps it was safer to remain hidden in the woods. But as he looked to Rhonda, the gentle purr of his pet brought comfort—the urge to see his brothers gnawed at him, urging him to chase the fleeting flicker of hope igniting within him.
In a whirl of emotions, he made his decision. **Maybe… maybe I should go.**
Days passed, each one heavy with anticipation and confusion as he ventured into the unknown. Then, finally, he found it—the village everyone had been talking about. As he stood hidden amongst the trees, a thrill thrummed through his veins, pulling at his heartstrings as he took a steady breath, preparing himself for the moment he’d longed for yet feared most.
He spotted them: his brothers, looming near an old oak tree, their laughter echoing through the air like a soothing wind. They looked happy—at peace. Swallowing hard, he stepped forward, his heart pounding with each movement. As others in the village turned to stare, he felt the weight of their collective gaze but pushed it aside.
The whispers lingered, suspicions faded, and then the brothers turned toward him, their eyes wide with disbelief. Branch was the first to see him up close, his mouth parting in a gasp.
“Holy muses… he really did come,” he murmured, disbelief etching his face.
With trembling lips and eyes glistening, John finally smiled, uncertainty melding with hope as he spoke, “Hey… long time no see…”
Each brother absorbed the moment, faces transformed from surprise to cautious joy, reminding John that sometimes, coming home meant discovering a world within himself he thought he’d lost forever.