Happy New year every one. To celebrate 2018 I have posted a new story for all of us to enjoy. Now fair warning this story is unlike any trolls story you have ever read before. It is dark and i mean DARK. To the point that I couldn't justify a T rating for it and had to give it a M. it is also stronger on language then my other trolls stories and really really heavy on violence. If you don't think you can handle a story like this, that's okay I understand you can stick with my other trolls story Poppy and the Phantom. But i felt i needed to let you know what was in this story.
To everybody else though if you can pull up a Justin Timberlake playlist on Spotify, you will need it for this story because there will be times when Branch is listening to music that will just so happen to be songs from his voice actor Justin Timberlake.
With all that said let's get started with this story.
Branch's Journal, Date: August 27th 2029, Time: two thirty PM.
My name is Branch I am a troll, but most importantly I am a survivor. A survivor in a war infested world run by the bergens. Many years ago troll's and bergens lived together in piece, along with the humans, goblins and elves. But that all changed ten years ago when the bergins decided to rage war.
Under the Supreme General Chef, the bergens believed they were the only species worthy enough to rule this planet, and built a army to wipe the others out. The humans were the first to go, while their politicians argued on the best way to handle the bergens crisis, Chef ordered atom bombs dropped on each countries capitals, wiping out billions of humans. With all the politicians and world leaders gone the bergens quickly marched into the destroyed cities and wiped out what humans remained.
After the humans were eliminated the bergens attacked the goblins next, while the goblins didn't waist time arguing about the best plan of action, they did find themselves quite out matched. The bergens had much more powerful weapons and the goblins had no where near the numbers that the bergens had. Soon they found themselves surrounded by the bergen army and were picked off like fish in a barrel. It wasn't long before the goblin army fell.
Next came the elves, they actually put up somewhat of a fight. They had the numbers and the weapons to fight. The problem is they never spread out and decided to stick together as one army instead of splitting up in colonies. All it took was for Chef to find out where all the elves was and drop a atom bomb on them before all the elves were gone.
Lastly the bergens raged war on the trolls. We fought hard, harder then any of the other species fought before. We might not have been as big as the bergens, but we had the spirit and the weapons to match them. We built tanks, heavy suits of armor and weapons that could match theirs. We split up, setting up bases all around the world. We picked off more bergens then any other species did, the problem was that by the time the bergens got to us their army grew so large that they were virtually unstoppable. The more bergens we killed the more would come and pick off were they let off. Soon despite our best efforts we too found ourselves overwhelmed.
As I write this I fear that I may be one of the last of the trolls. I live in hiding with my Grandma, I haven't seen another troll in nearly a year. I fear that we are the only two left, the last of the trolls. It's only a matter of time before they eventually find me and get me too. I just hope that whoever finds this knows, we put up a hell of a damn good fight.
Branch put down his journal, picked up a pair of binoculars and stared at his surroundings. He stood on the top branch of a willow tree about fifty yards from a convenient store. Once a week, Branch would leave his bunker to go get supplies, leaving his grandmother locked in the basement for safety. Branch knew the risk of leaving the bunker every week, but he also knew that without food that if the bergens didn't find them, they would eventually starve to death. So Branch would carry three daggers, a nine millimeter pistol, a sawed off shotgun, and a backpack filled with supplies and venture out into the war covered streets to gather food, water and medicine for his grandmother.
As Branch stared through his binoculars at the convenient store in front of him, inside was a bergen store owner just finishing ringing up a bergen family. As soon as the bergen family left the owner would go into his office, that would be when Branch had to make his move. Branch would go into the store as quietly and as quickly as he could without being spotted, steal whatever food, water and medicine he could get his hands on and leave without hopefully being spotted by the store owner.
Branch watched as the family left the store, got into their car and drove off. Branch then took out his ipod and putting the earbuds in his ears he picked out a song to listen to while he raided the store. He landed on the song "Mirrors" a song from back in his days in a boy band. With the song picked out, Branch leaped off the tree branch, used his hair the grab onto a street lamp then built a stairwell out of his hair to walk on landing safely onto the pavement. Now came the hard part sneaking in unnoticed. While not being as big as the bergens, at two feet they could still be spotted easily. If he went through the front door he would easily be spotted, mainly because the little bell above the door would ring signalling a customer. No, there had to be another way in. Branch saw a crowbar laying promptly on the ground, he didn't know why their was a random crowbar n the ground but Branch didn't care, this was his ticket in. Sneaking to a back window where he wouldn't get noticed by the bergen store owner Branch used the crowbar to prompt the window open enough for him to crawl through. Branch put the crowbar in his hair for safe keeping in case he needed it later, then he made his way quietly through the store.
Seeing bags of fresh vegetables and fruit Branch opened his backpack and stuffed bag after bag of fruits and veggies until he thought he had enough. Branch then grabbed a few cans of tuna he saw on a shelf as well as a few boxes of pasta, thinking he could make a tuna casserole for dinner later. Next Branch worked on stuffing as many water bottles as well as some beer bottles for himself into the bag. Lastly came Grandma Rosiepuff's medicine. For the past couple of years Rosiepuff started suffering seizures due to epilepsy. Branch needed to get Rosiepuff medicine every chance he got in order to keep Rosiepuff's seizures down. Grabbing about five small bottles of seizure medicine Branch stuffed the bottles in his hair and turned to make a break for it... only to see the store owner had spotted him and had a gun pointed at his head.
"You dare rob from me you filthy troll?" The store owner growled. Branch didn't have time to think, his survival instinct's kicking in Branch pulled out the crossbar and struck the bergen's hand knocking the gun out. Branch then grabbed one of his daggers and stabbed the bergen in the chest six times until the bergen toppled over dead, laying in a pool of blood. Branch was sure the bergen was dead but just wanting to be safe Branch grabbed the rifle the bergen had pointed at him and shot the bergen in the forehead, before stuffing the rifle behind his back. Branch could always use another weapon, especially if he was going to survive this war infested shit hole.
Branch's bunker was located in the middle of a desert, as far away from the bergens as he could get. Being so far it took half a day to get to town and half a day to get back, making a supply run literally a whole day affair. Which is why Branch made sure to limit the supply runs to once a week knowing how long it took to get to town. Arriving back at the bunker at eight PM Branch walked down to the basement to check on Rosiepuff, seeing her laying in bed reading a book.
"I got you some medication while i was gone." Branch said once he entered the room. Rosiepuff didn't even look up at him as she buried her face int the book.
"You kill anybody today?" Rosiepuff asked in a disappointed voice.
"Why does it matter?" Branch replied setting the supplies down.
"Branch, what did you do?"
"Grandma the world is not the same as it was when you were a child!" Branch suddenly snapped "Trolls, their gone now! Slaughtered needlessly because of those monsters. We could very well be the only ones left in this godforsaken world."
"I refuse to believe that we are the last ones."
"Open your eyes grandma! I haven't seen another troll in almost a year!"
"Yeah because you only leave the bunker once a week to get supplies then spend the rest of your time locked up in here living in fear." Rosiepuff grabbed Branch's backpack and started looking through the supplies he got, she noticed Branch's journal and started reading through it.
"Hey that's my journal, you can't read that!" Branch snapped reaching for his journal, only for Rosiepuff to pull it away.
"We live in the same bunker, what is yours is also mine."
"What are we a married couple?" Branch griped
"I don't know, we sure as hell fight like one." Rosiepuff scoffed
"You don't see me wearing your clothes." Branch smarted off
"Yeah because you'd look ugly in them."
"Can I just have my journal back?" Branch whined.
"Why must you right such depressing shit?"
"Because the world is depressing grandma, I'm sure you of all people would know that by now."
"I do know that Branch, I know that better then anybody. I remember when the world was happy, when bergens and trolls would throw parties together, laugh and have fun.. I remember playing games with the humans and going out with many of my goblin friends. It saddens me to see them all gone. But I still try to stay positive, I still try to keep hope up that things will get better."
"Sorry Grandma, but I doubt that they ever will."
"Just try to write some positive stuff every once and a while for me. I remember times when you were once happy too. Even if you don't remember."
"I do remember the happy times Grandma, and it is those happy times that depress me the most."
Branch then left Grandma in her room in the basement and went upstairs to his own room. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw blood splattered on his clothes and skin from the bergen he killed earlier. Growling to himself he started washing the blood off, and took off his blood covered shirt.
"Bleach," the Branch growled to himself "Should of got bleach while I was gone." Branch stared at his grey reflection in the mirror and rubbed his fingers through a scar on his chest. The scar was thanks to a bergen attack four years ago, the day he decided to go into hiding with his grandma, and the day he became what he was today. Branch walked out of the bathroom and set down on his bed in total darkness. Putting on one of his CD's from his days in a band to listen to as he stared at the darkness.
The song called "Bye, bye, bye" was one of his most popular songs back with his band NSANE his band was a play on the word insane but the replaced the IN with just a N for laughs. Back in the day his band was the most popular band on the charts but that all changed one day, the day he became what he was now. Listening to his old band Branch broke down in tears thinking about his more happier days.
Rosiepuff suddenly walked down carrying a plate filled with ham a baked Potato and broccoli.
"We still have plenty of food from your last supply run, you might not need to make a supply run for two weeks this time."
Rosiepuff then noticed Branch crying as he was listening to his old band. Her grandmotherly instincts kicked in and she set the plate down and walked over to comfort her grandson.
"Hey there, it will be okay Branch." Rosiepuff said as she put a comforting arm around Branch's shoulders, Branch buried his head in his grandma's shoulders. "We will survive, your friends would want you to survive. We are not the only ones left I promise." Branch just didn't know if he could believe her or not.
If this feels a little bit like the movie Logan it's because I used the movie as inspiration for this story. But don't worry the story itself is original with just parts of the story inspired by Logan. Hope you enjoyed it and hope you will all come back.