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 but is stopped by Bruce and Branch while Floyd watches, horrified.
"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 but is stopped by Bruce and Branch while Floyd watches, horrified.
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### **A Troll’s Path to Reunion: The Return of John Dory**
**Part 1: The Fateful Concert Night**
The colorful lights flickered in rhythm with the vibrations of the music, energizing the throngs of trolls gathered for another of the renowned troll band concerts. In the middle of the chaos stood John Dory, a humble troll with a heart full of dreams and aspirations. At just 19, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. His striking blue skin glimmered under the stage lights, while his thick forest green hair swayed and bounced as he played the guitar with awe-inspiring skill. Beside him were his brothers, a vibrant mix of personalities, united by their love for music and each other.
But tonight was different.
As the final notes of their performance faded away, John could sense the tension thickening in the air. Floyd had missed a cue, sending the performance spiraling into disarray. Clay’s dark lime green nose crinkled in annoyance as he threw an accusatory glance at Floyd. "You just had to mess it all up, didn’t you?" he snapped, frustration evident in his tone. Floyd, hurt and defensive, retorted, “It’s not just me! John, why don’t you tell everyone how you feel about this whole band thing? Maybe it’s you that’s holding us back!”
At that moment, John felt the ground beneath him shifting. He was already grappling with feelings of inadequacy and dyslexia, which made every word he strummed on that guitar feel like it was woven with tension. But the words from his younger brother struck deeper than anything he could have imagined.
All the frustration he had been gathering turned into rage. “You think I’m the problem?! Maybe you all would be better off without me!” John roared, his cyan eyes ablaze with emotion. His tail bristled behind him, a clear indicator of his distress.
Clay, not missing a beat, said, “We’d be better off without your whining!” The hurtful words only fueled the fire within John. He reached out, grabbing Clay by the collar, his strength evident as he nearly pulled his brother off his feet. "How dare you speak to me like that, you little brat!" But before he could even think to throw a punch, Bruce, ever the peacekeeper, stepped between them, his bulk effectively stopping the volatile interaction. “John, just stop!” he shouted, desperation in his eyes.
Branch looked on, wide-eyed and trembling. He had always been the youngest, the one needing protection, and seeing his brothers fight like this sent shivers down his spine. “Guys! Just stop! We’re family! Stop fighting!”
Floyd, horrified at where their argument had taken them, added, “You’re right, Branch! John, we need to talk about this! You don’t need to leave!”
But John was already spiraling, his mind racing with the echoes of his brothers’ words. It was as if they had betrayed him, like he was the root of their troubles. “Maybe I should just go! If I’m the problem, I don’t want to be here anymore!” And with that, he turned away, his heart heavy as he pushed through the boisterous crowd, leaving his family behind.
**Part 2: Two Decades in the Wilderness**
Time had passed—years filled with memories both bitter and sweet. In those two decades, John Dory wandered the wilderness alone, endlessly seeking solace amongst the trees as he hunted for his next meal. The world outside had turned tougher, but he had Rhonda, his trusty armadillo-bus, to keep him company. Sometimes he would catch himself reminiscing about his brothers, about that night and everything that drove him from their embrace…
But tonight was different.
As he navigated through a thicket of trees, fatigue washed over him. He leaned against Rhonda, gazing up at the twinkling stars, dreaming of what could have been. Just as sleep began to pull at his eyelids, a tiny ladybug emerged from the underbrush, soaring gracefully toward him. As it landed, a fluttering sound came from its mouth, revealing a neatly rolled letter that dropped onto the ground.
John’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be a prank? Hope was a fragile thread he had long since severed. Still, he couldn’t resist picking up the parchment, unfolding it as curiosity mingled with caution.
“Hello John Dory, it’s us, your brothers.”
His breath caught in his throat as recognition broke through the surface of despair. The letter was from Floyd. He attempted to swallow the lump forming in his throat as he continued reading, brushing away tears blurring his vision.
“Well… for starters, it’s me, Floyd, writing this. We all miss you… and no, we aren’t in the troll tree anymore. We left the troll tree and escaped the Bergans! We’ve befriended them! Dear brother, I’m sorry we didn’t reach out sooner, but now I am, and I miss you, a lot. We now live in PopVillage. I left a picture on the back of this letter so you can find us. PS: Spruce changed his name to Bruce!”
Flipping the note over, John found a picture of his brothers—much older and perhaps wiser—but unmistakably still his brothers. The contrast of their familiar faces against the backdrop of PopVillage stirred something deep within him—a dormant yearning he thought had long been extinguished. But the truth was, he was scared. What if it was all a trap? What would they think of him now, after so many years?
Hours turned into days as he wrestled with his thoughts, Rhonda by his side, purring gently to offer comfort. “Maybe… maybe I should go,” he finally whispered to himself, determination tinged with uncertainty.
**Part 3: A Village Reclaimed**
After days of travel, John Dory found himself in the heart of PopVillage, his heart pounding in rhythm with the sounds of life around him. Colors exploded from every corner, laughter and music wafted through the air as if welcoming him back home. But as he entered the main square, he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes upon him. Trolls stared—some in curiosity, others in disbelief—whispering to one another as he approached.
The moment he spotted them, he stopped in his tracks. His brothers. Grown but undeniably still his brothers. Their expressions were a mixture of shock, excitement, and perhaps a touch of fear. Was it really him? Was he really standing there before them after all this time?
John felt the familiar warmth of a nervous smile creeping onto his lips. “Hey… long time no see…” The words felt foreign, yet soothing.
Floyd’s eyes widened, raw emotion filling the space between them. “Is that really you, John?”
Clay stepped forward, his serious demeanor softening. “We thought you’d never come back…”
The flood of memories washed over John, perhaps even disarming him. He became acutely aware of how his eyes tinged with tears, and how he wanted to move toward them yet felt petrified. “I—”
Bruce broke the silence, moving closer, his giant frame warm and inviting. “You don’t have to explain. We missed you. We all missed you.”
As he stood surrounded by the brothers he had torn himself from years ago, John’s guard slowly began to falter. Beneath the weight of all those years, the dark thoughts of feeling unworthy began to dissipate. He smiled, not just with his mouth, but with his whole being—a part of him realized that home wasn’t simply a place but the warmth of belonging that filled one’s heart.
"Yeah... I missed you guys too," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper, but filled with a sincerity that coursed through him. And in that moment, a thread of connection rekindled, binding them together in a way that transcended the years of silence between them.
And so, with Rhonda at his side and his heart a little lighter, John took a step forward into PopVillage—a step toward healing, family, and the hope for a new beginning.
**Part 1: The Fateful Concert Night**
The colorful lights flickered in rhythm with the vibrations of the music, energizing the throngs of trolls gathered for another of the renowned troll band concerts. In the middle of the chaos stood John Dory, a humble troll with a heart full of dreams and aspirations. At just 19, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. His striking blue skin glimmered under the stage lights, while his thick forest green hair swayed and bounced as he played the guitar with awe-inspiring skill. Beside him were his brothers, a vibrant mix of personalities, united by their love for music and each other.
But tonight was different.
As the final notes of their performance faded away, John could sense the tension thickening in the air. Floyd had missed a cue, sending the performance spiraling into disarray. Clay’s dark lime green nose crinkled in annoyance as he threw an accusatory glance at Floyd. "You just had to mess it all up, didn’t you?" he snapped, frustration evident in his tone. Floyd, hurt and defensive, retorted, “It’s not just me! John, why don’t you tell everyone how you feel about this whole band thing? Maybe it’s you that’s holding us back!”
At that moment, John felt the ground beneath him shifting. He was already grappling with feelings of inadequacy and dyslexia, which made every word he strummed on that guitar feel like it was woven with tension. But the words from his younger brother struck deeper than anything he could have imagined.
All the frustration he had been gathering turned into rage. “You think I’m the problem?! Maybe you all would be better off without me!” John roared, his cyan eyes ablaze with emotion. His tail bristled behind him, a clear indicator of his distress.
Clay, not missing a beat, said, “We’d be better off without your whining!” The hurtful words only fueled the fire within John. He reached out, grabbing Clay by the collar, his strength evident as he nearly pulled his brother off his feet. "How dare you speak to me like that, you little brat!" But before he could even think to throw a punch, Bruce, ever the peacekeeper, stepped between them, his bulk effectively stopping the volatile interaction. “John, just stop!” he shouted, desperation in his eyes.
Branch looked on, wide-eyed and trembling. He had always been the youngest, the one needing protection, and seeing his brothers fight like this sent shivers down his spine. “Guys! Just stop! We’re family! Stop fighting!”
Floyd, horrified at where their argument had taken them, added, “You’re right, Branch! John, we need to talk about this! You don’t need to leave!”
But John was already spiraling, his mind racing with the echoes of his brothers’ words. It was as if they had betrayed him, like he was the root of their troubles. “Maybe I should just go! If I’m the problem, I don’t want to be here anymore!” And with that, he turned away, his heart heavy as he pushed through the boisterous crowd, leaving his family behind.
**Part 2: Two Decades in the Wilderness**
Time had passed—years filled with memories both bitter and sweet. In those two decades, John Dory wandered the wilderness alone, endlessly seeking solace amongst the trees as he hunted for his next meal. The world outside had turned tougher, but he had Rhonda, his trusty armadillo-bus, to keep him company. Sometimes he would catch himself reminiscing about his brothers, about that night and everything that drove him from their embrace…
But tonight was different.
As he navigated through a thicket of trees, fatigue washed over him. He leaned against Rhonda, gazing up at the twinkling stars, dreaming of what could have been. Just as sleep began to pull at his eyelids, a tiny ladybug emerged from the underbrush, soaring gracefully toward him. As it landed, a fluttering sound came from its mouth, revealing a neatly rolled letter that dropped onto the ground.
John’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be a prank? Hope was a fragile thread he had long since severed. Still, he couldn’t resist picking up the parchment, unfolding it as curiosity mingled with caution.
“Hello John Dory, it’s us, your brothers.”
His breath caught in his throat as recognition broke through the surface of despair. The letter was from Floyd. He attempted to swallow the lump forming in his throat as he continued reading, brushing away tears blurring his vision.
“Well… for starters, it’s me, Floyd, writing this. We all miss you… and no, we aren’t in the troll tree anymore. We left the troll tree and escaped the Bergans! We’ve befriended them! Dear brother, I’m sorry we didn’t reach out sooner, but now I am, and I miss you, a lot. We now live in PopVillage. I left a picture on the back of this letter so you can find us. PS: Spruce changed his name to Bruce!”
Flipping the note over, John found a picture of his brothers—much older and perhaps wiser—but unmistakably still his brothers. The contrast of their familiar faces against the backdrop of PopVillage stirred something deep within him—a dormant yearning he thought had long been extinguished. But the truth was, he was scared. What if it was all a trap? What would they think of him now, after so many years?
Hours turned into days as he wrestled with his thoughts, Rhonda by his side, purring gently to offer comfort. “Maybe… maybe I should go,” he finally whispered to himself, determination tinged with uncertainty.
**Part 3: A Village Reclaimed**
After days of travel, John Dory found himself in the heart of PopVillage, his heart pounding in rhythm with the sounds of life around him. Colors exploded from every corner, laughter and music wafted through the air as if welcoming him back home. But as he entered the main square, he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes upon him. Trolls stared—some in curiosity, others in disbelief—whispering to one another as he approached.
The moment he spotted them, he stopped in his tracks. His brothers. Grown but undeniably still his brothers. Their expressions were a mixture of shock, excitement, and perhaps a touch of fear. Was it really him? Was he really standing there before them after all this time?
John felt the familiar warmth of a nervous smile creeping onto his lips. “Hey… long time no see…” The words felt foreign, yet soothing.
Floyd’s eyes widened, raw emotion filling the space between them. “Is that really you, John?”
Clay stepped forward, his serious demeanor softening. “We thought you’d never come back…”
The flood of memories washed over John, perhaps even disarming him. He became acutely aware of how his eyes tinged with tears, and how he wanted to move toward them yet felt petrified. “I—”
Bruce broke the silence, moving closer, his giant frame warm and inviting. “You don’t have to explain. We missed you. We all missed you.”
As he stood surrounded by the brothers he had torn himself from years ago, John’s guard slowly began to falter. Beneath the weight of all those years, the dark thoughts of feeling unworthy began to dissipate. He smiled, not just with his mouth, but with his whole being—a part of him realized that home wasn’t simply a place but the warmth of belonging that filled one’s heart.
"Yeah... I missed you guys too," he finally said, his voice barely a whisper, but filled with a sincerity that coursed through him. And in that moment, a thread of connection rekindled, binding them together in a way that transcended the years of silence between them.
And so, with Rhonda at his side and his heart a little lighter, John took a step forward into PopVillage—a step toward healing, family, and the hope for a new beginning.