Shadgirl2: Only one group of trolls this time.
Midna Azusa: And it's one of my favorites! Funk! These guys are great! I have to say, the Funky family were some of my favorite characters in TWT.
Shadgirl2: Are you sure it's not just because you're obsessed with the song?
Midna: No, not really, haha. But, seriously, these guys are great characters. Hope we're doing them justice.
Shadgirl2: Yeah, you told me you could handle these guys, so I hope you can!
Midna: So, anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: We don't own Trolls. The Funk Troll guard belongs to Midna Azusa (and is named for Marvin Gaye).
Edit: Added details, fixed song lyrics, named OC, gave Funk Trolls' technology some specifics, altered some scenes.
Back in Vibe City, Guy was given the grand tour. The place was so technologically advanced that he couldn't help but wonder if his initial impression of these guys was true.
As he gaped at the floating disc they were currently riding on, supported by absolutely nothing, he couldn't help but be awed. He then looked with wide eyes at his tour guide and said, "Alright. Now, I'm sure by now I sound like a broken record, but...you guys sure you're Earth trolls and not from outer space somewhere? This place is just so...otherwooooorrrrldly that it's not even funny!"
That wasn't even a joke. This place was like something out of a sci-fi book. Even Branch's bunker, a place at the height of known technological advancements, couldn't compare.
Prince D laughed, amused. "Nah, we're definitely not from space."
"Oh, yeah? Could've fooled me. What is this thing, anyway?" Guy asked, looking down at it.
"An elevator," D answered simply.
Guy threw his arms down dramatically, exasperated for the umpteenth time this tour. So far, he'd asked about the flying bubbles and been told they were "bubbles you could ride in to get around town." This seemed an obvious answer since he'd arrived in one. He'd seen a hovering disk and asked about it to be told it was a hoverboard, another fact he found rather obvious (even if he had only ever heard of those in science fiction). He'd asked about their wireless communication devices with screens for "video calls" (apparently they were phones), their so-called "MP3 players" (whatever those were), and that thing that baked cakes in seconds (Prince D called it an oven, but Guy didn't know any ovens that worked that fast). Really, he didn't want to know what they were as much as he wanted to know how they existed. Better yet, how in the world did the Funk Trolls consider all of this normal?
"I know that! But has it ever occuuuurred to you that elevators normally have some sort of support, like a track or pulley or cable or...something?" He gestured at the lack of any such devices and added, "How can this thing move like this?" He gestured at the elevator platform itself dramatically. "This, like everything else you've shown me today, doesn't seem possible."
With how out of this world this city was, Guy was positive these guys were aliens.
"It's not that complicated, really. It's powered by our anti-gravity devices," D said as if this were the most natural of statements.
"An anti-air-whatsis friztsis?" Guy asked, once more looking completely baffled.
Maybe he should stop asking the Funk prince questions about their "anti-gravity devices." Every time he did, the prince gave him a headache with his technical explanations.
D chuckled and said, "Guess it is that complicated." Based on past attempts to help Guy understand, he didn't waste his breath for the fifth time.
"...Ugh." Guy put a hand to his head in exasperation, something he'd done multiple times this day.
The elevator stopped then, and D said, "And here's the concert stage! We have all our big shindigs here."
Guy looked around in awe. The stage was like a circular step pyramid, with three levels to it. It had a spiral path that led to the top platform, and a keyboard on the floor like some kind of mat. One of the many tunnels that Guy had learned led to other places was directly above it, along with a bunch of other things that looked to Guy like tubas.
After a moment, Guy smiled and confessed, "Alright. I admit. You guys really know how to throw a big bash!"
"D!" came the king's voice out of nowhere. "Hey, boy! We're over top of Troll Village, kiddo! Better get back up here! You might get to meet Cooper soon!"
Guy jumped, startled, and looked around frantically. King Quincy was nowhere to be found. "Whaaaa!? Who's—w-where did—"
"Aw, that's just the intercom," Prince D said. He started toward the piano keyboard on the floor as he added, "Listen, you're free to explore on your own for a bit. I need to get back."
Guy looked up now, trying to find the speakers for the intercom, but he still saw nothing. "Y-y-yes...you do—Intercom? Arh! This place is just too much!" He tossed his head, exasperated.
Seriously, he understood the concept of an intercom, but he couldn't see the devices involved! What kind of a place was Vibe City?
"Chill, man! We just have more tech than you do!" D said, smiling a bit. He stepped on a few of the keys on the ground. Each one lit up as he did, and a bubble came out of the tube above, grabbed the prince, and took him through the tube as Guy watched in utter amazement.
Alone, Guy sighed as he gave up. This place was simply over his head. "Ugh. More tech, huh?" He put the technology aside as his mind shifted gears. He placed a hand to his chin, thinking about something. "Hmm..."
The Funk leaders were showing a lot of interest in Cooper and seemed eager to meet him; and Prince D had similar traits, like laughing at things that weren't really funny, being oblivious to things that were obvious (elevators don't fly and food needs time to cook, for instance), and running around making funny noises and laughing when excited. Guy's earlier suspicion was growing, and he really needed to know what was going on. This story was getting wild, and he needed to know the ending.
He waited a moment until the prince was fully gone, then headed over to the keyboard and used the same keys D had used. His curiosity was getting the best of him. He had to know! He was swept up by a bubble and taken through the same tube. When Guy landed, he was in the part of Vibe City where the royal family lived. He hurried off, following the sounds of the prince's footsteps. Guy peeked into a room and, seeing the prince approaching his parents, hid just outside the doorway, watching.
Alright, Funk Trolls. Let's hear what you have to say about Cooper, he thought.
"Ah! There you are, boy! Take a look outside! The view down there is tight!" King Quincy said excitedly.
D took a look outside and said, "Man! That's definitely a Pop Troll village!"
"They're all so lively, too," Queen Essence said. "Pop Trolls sure know how to have fun."
"You know it!" the king laughed.
D laughed as well. Then, as he calmed down, he looked at his dad and asked, "So you think we'll finally find him?"
King Quincy sighed. He looked exhausted. "I hope so, D. This endless searchin's really startin' to wear on me. If we don't find him soon, we might as well quit lookin'."
"I know how you feel, love. Searching for our lost son isn't an easy thing to do."
Guy's eyes widened in shock as he tried to suppress a gasp. It seemed his suspicions were right. Oh, my glitter! Cooper really is the lost heir to the Funk throne! B-but that's not possible! If Cooper's really their missing son, then how'd he wind up in the Troll Tree with us? That's nowhere near here, and the thing was caged when it happened!
The trolls had been in captivity for quite a while before King Peppy had managed to save them all, so the only was Cooper could have wound up there would have been for the Funk Trolls to drop their egg over Bergen Town without being spotted and somehow have it land in the Troll Tree unharmed. That was no small feat, given the fence and razor wire that had surrounded the tree in those days.
No way. That's just too big a coincidence, Guy thought. Cooper can't possibly be who these guys are looking for... Can he?
Guy stood there, a hand to his chin, thinking about that for a bit longer. In the end, he decided that he'd have to investigate and find out for sure. Thus, he set off cautiously, looking around the Funky family's home for anything that might hold answers. He kept his eyes out for any other trolls, though—he didn't want to be caught snooping around when the royal trolls had flat out told him not to worry. If they wanted to keep this a secret, they probably wouldn't appreciate him sticking his nose into it.
"Now, let's see. If I was proof of Cooper's true identity, where would I be hiding?"
Guy wandered around until he found something strange: a yellow button on the wall. He pushed it, and a strangely shaped tunnel with black and white walls opened up. Guy walked down the tunnel into a room where the floor was covered in zebra-striped carpet. The ceiling was black, and circular pillars made of vinyl records lined the walls. Some were wide at the bottom and narrowed as they went up, only to get wider again. Others were narrow at the bottom and got wider as they went up, then grew more narrow once more. Each of these pillars had white and black garland lining the bottom and the most narrow points, and these pillars were all lit up, sparkling like stars. In the center of the room, there was a strange shape hanging down from the ceiling, also made from vinyl records and illuminated the same way as the pillars. Beneath this shape, there was a pedestal that looked like the keyboard of a piano. Above this pedestal floated a bass guitar in a purple bubble. The guitar had only a single string, which glowed purple. What looked like a book made of vinyl record cases sat on the pedestal in front of the guitar.
Guy's eyes widened as he took in the unusual sight. "...Whoa... And here I thought their technology was bad. I wonder what that strange-looking glowing string is?"
Knowing Guy's luck, it was probably just more bizarre Funk tech he'd rather not know about it, but something about it seemed different. It seemed a little more mystical...
Curious, Guy approached the book. He opened it and read, "'In the beginning, there was silence. But then, one day, someone made a sound. Our ancestors were so inspired by the sound, they made six strings, each for a different kind of music...' Wow. So is that what that glowing thing is?" He looked at the string, wide eyes full of wonder. "Some sort of funk-making string?"
That's when an orange two-legged Funk Troll came running in. He'd noticed the open door and knew full well that the royal family wasn't responsible for it. Seeing a Pop Troll eyeing the string, he glared and ran over, crying, "Hey! Get away from there!"
Guy's eyes widened, and he threw the book in shock as his hands flew into the air. "I'm sorry! I didn't know! I—"
The Funk Troll grabbed Guy, restraining him. "Save your explanations for the king," he said, dragging Guy from the room.
Guy gasped, feeling slightly panicked. Th-the king!?
He'd known trespassing and sneaking around was bad, but did it really warrant the king's attention?
The Funk Troll took Guy to the Funky family, a stern look on his face. When they arrived, he said, "King Quincy, I found this Pop Troll ogling our string."
Queen Essence gasped in horror. D looked at Guy, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief.
King Quincy narrowed his eyes, looking at Guy with suspicion. "Really?"
"I-I can explain!" Guy cried frantically.
Apparently, trespassing wasn't the issue as much as looking at a string... Wasn't the general rule "you can look but don't touch?" Why was looking a crime here?
The king waited, his look encouraging Guy to get started on that explanation.
Guy sighed, looking down. "Alright. The truth is I...was really curious about what you all wanted with my friend Cooper and was a tad bit worried that he may be in trouble. So...I followed Prince D back here and listened in on your conversation."
"You did what?" the queen demanded, looking affronted.
"I-I was worried! But then, when I heard you call him your long lost son, I wanted to see if I couldn't find proof of that. So I...started snooping around, looking for anything suspicious."
"And you found the string instead," King Quincy finished, his expression giving away nothing about his feelings on this matter.
"I'm sorry! I-I didn't know anything about it!" Guy cried, eyes wide. "B-but I did start wondering when I saw it, so I read your book, and—"
"So you learned the history," Queen Essence said simply, her tone neutral.
"Then I'm sure you're well aware of why we were so concerned," the king added.
If Guy had read the book, then he surely had to know the problem with this.
"Yes, sir! I-I mean, I guess. I didn't get very far in the book before your guard here grabbed me. But I did learn that the string was a special tool for making funk music or...something."
Of course, that still didn't explain how staring at a string was a crime. What, was it alive and shy? Did staring at the string scare it?
The king and queen looked at each other, concerned.
Looking back at their guest, Queen Essence said, "Guy. Those strings are worth more than that. Way more."
Guy's eyes widened in shock. "Huh!? They are!?"
"You bet," D said. "Without our string, we lose our music. Same goes for all the troll tribes."
Just when Guy thought his eyes couldn't get any wider, they did. "Really!?"
"Heh," the king laughed, amused now. It seemed this really was just an unfortunate accident. "Well! It seems you know even less than we do, Guy! And that's bad 'cause everybody knows that!" He gave Guy an amused grin. To think, this Pop Troll had accused them of knowing nothing.
"Why don't you tell him the full history, D?" Queen Essence suggested, turning to her son with a smile. It was clear Guy meant no harm. "Then maybe he'll be able to understand what he did a little better."
Since neither of his leaders seemed mad anymore, the guard let go of Guy and stepped back slightly, taking his cue from them.
"Bet," D answered his mother with a smile. He stepped forward, turning his attention to Guy, and said, "So you got to the part about the creation of the strings, right?"
"Well, I guess," Guy answered, shrugging uncertainly. "Didn't really get too far before I got grabbed, though. Why only six strings? There's way more music out there than that."
"The six strings are each for a specific genre, but the six combined allow for anything in between."
Guy stared at D for a moment, absorbing that. It made sense, he supposed. "Oh."
"Now, for the rest..." D trailed off as hip-hop music started up.
Guy's eyes widened as another troll brought in the book he'd found with the Funk string and placed it, open to a different page, on a podium that rose out of the floor in front of D.
"Ahh, yeah..." Queen Essence sang as she started swaying to the music.
"Oh, oh, o-o-o-oh, o-o-o-oh, o-o-o-oh," D sang.
"Hey, yeah..." King Quincy sang along as he started grooving to the beat as well.
"O-o-o-oh, o-o-o-oh."
"Yes, lawd!" the king sang excitedly.
"Yeah, uh." Then D really started the song, rapping out, "We started off a team. Party 'til we fall asleep. Even on the street, when we disagreed, we did it on beat."
On this page of the book, six trolls were shown standing on podiums. Above them, a harp held six differently colored strings. All trolls seemed to be getting along well.
"Did it on beat!" King Quincy echoed as he danced.
Curious now, Guy listened intently.
"Respect the unique," D sang.
"Right," King Quincy sang.
"Anything less, it was weak. The music of the strings made life complete."
"Hoo..." Queen Essence crooned, swaying, as her husband said, "Facts!"
Guy nodded in understanding. He could see how that would work. The idea of all of the trolls being together just seemed like one big party to him. It was hard to imagine why they would have wanted to split.
That is, until Prince D turned the page of the book and sang, "'Til that one day that changed everything. The Pop Trolls started snatchin' up all of the strings."
"Oh, no!" cried King Quincy.
Guy's eyes widened in shock. "What!?"
This page showed a pink troll that looked to represent Pop snatching the harp and running off with it. The other five trolls looked on in shock. Pop Trolls taking all of the strings? What were they going to do with them, anyway?
"Putting melodies on top of popular beats. They cut us out of the scene and then forgot what it really means."
"Not even publishing!" Quincy added as Essence sang, "Ooh, ahh..."
Guy listened on in horror. N-no way... We didn't!
Pop Trolls wouldn't hurt anyone, let alone a bunch of other trolls!
"Shoulda seen between all of the scheming. It seems like the trolls they stole from were meaningless. Walkin' around like they were the geniuses, but it's only samples, auto-tune, and remixes," D continued as he turned the page again. This page showed a gray landscape upon which the six trolls representing the six leaders all stood. The Pop leader was playing music (pop, from the look of the pink notes overhead), and the other five looked concerned.
"Aah..." Queen Essence crooned as she spun in a circle, waving her head around.
"No, lawd!" King Quincy shouted out.
Guy stuck his tongue out in disgust. He may auto-tune a lot, even when just talking, but even he knew that having nothing but those three things wasn't any good, especially if it came at the expense of someone else's creativity.
"I'm a vegan, I don't have no beef with them," D rapped on, looking at Guy and moving away from the podium a bit.
"No, lawd!" his dad cried again.
"Gotta protect my kingdom, but the dream is to sing again—"
"Yes!"
"—being friends—"
"Yes!"
"—seamless blend. Harmony ain't hard. When the keys within, you win."
The whole family started dancing, singing together. They slid around, side-stepped, waved their heads around to the music. D and Queen Essence sang, "First it was all love."
"At first it was all love," King Quincy echoed.
"Hands up, superstar love," D and Essence sang together.
"Get the stars up!" D cried.
"That you can have it, you can have it all, love," the Funky family sang as they spun around, dancing back and forth and swaying their long necks to the music. They lowered their heads and spun in a circle, lifting their heads again as they finished their spin, and started sliding and dancing once more immediately after.
"And you can get it all you want," D added, giving a quick hop to the left, where he continued dancing.
"But then you took it, took it all, love."
"They took it all," Quincy echoed.
"All love."
Guy watched as the Funk Trolls all around him joined and danced in sync with each other. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Pop Trolls had tried to destroy the other genres? But they listened to them all!
"Turn it up louder," the Funk Trolls sang.
"Turn the music up louder," D echoed.
"Sing along, get the crowd up."
"Get the crowd up, come on!" The Funk Trolls kicked their feet in the air behind them. Those with arms threw their arms out to the sides instead.
"But then you took it all, love," sang the king and queen.
"Took it all, love. Come on!" D sang.
"Then forgot all about us," they sang.
"Oh!" the king and prince both cried.
"But it's all love," the Funky family sang on, dancing to the funky beat. "I feel you. Sounds good in my ear when I hear it like that." They spun in a circle during that line before dancing around some more, sliding back and forth to the beat and swaying their long necks as was appropriate. The trolls with only two legs occasionally waved fists or slapped their legs as they danced. "I feel you. I say I look good to the mirror, and it says it right back." They spun once again, dancing around, kicking their legs out. "I feel you. A little love wouldn't kill you."
"A little love wouldn't kill you," Queen Essence echoed.
"You really did me wrong, it was real cruel," the family sang on. Those trolls with two legs instead of four crossed their arms and legs over each other before uncrossing them (four-legged trolls just crossed their legs and then uncrossed them), and all Funk Trolls tossed their hips back and forth a bit.
"It was real cruel," King Quincy echoed.
"Had a lot of love, and I still do 'cause I feel you." The Funk Trolls crossed their arms (if they had them) and walked backward at this line.
Guy watched on in horror as the majority of the trolls stopped dancing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The idea that the Pop Trolls, promoters of love and harmony, would ever do something like that was just too horrendous to think about. Guy could hardly believe they were talking about his tribe.
"Next morning, the elders were on it," D continued, bopping his head a bit as he made his way back to the book. He turned the page. This one showed a scene with nothing but Pop Trolls, with the leader still holding all six strings. The other five leaders watched, worried.
"Man!" King Quincy cried, bopping to the beat again.
"They saw the warning signs, couldn't ignore it."
"Hu!" the king grunted.
"Had to figure out how to save the way of life they had made, so they made a play."
The queen swayed and gave another quiet "ooh" as the song continued.
"The Pop Trolls were comin' for it all, all for one and one for all, so the only way we saw."
"How we saw it," King Quincy sang.
"Yeah..." Essence crooned.
"There was one thing left to be done."
"What?" Quincy asked.
At the same time, D turned the page again. This page showed a confused Pop Troll still holding the harp, but there was now only a single pink string there. the other five leaders each had one of the other strings and were taking off with them. The Funk prince finished, "Each leader grabbed a single string and said, 'Run!'"
As the song came to a sudden end, Guy gaped, appalled at what he had just learned. His tribe had once committed such an atrocious act as the attempted destruction of other trolls' cultures and ways of life. It was hard to reconcile this with his image of his own people, especially since his own friends liked more than just pop. Satin and Chenille had added rap to their anthem. Branch had a thing for both country and rock. Poppy loved the island sound. Biggie sometimes rapped. DJ and Guy himself kind of liked techno. How could his tribe have ever thought it was okay to end everyone else's societies?
"And that's why all the other tribes are so protective of their strings," Queen Essence explained, her tone neutral.
Guy looked down, upset now. "I...I..."
"Guy," King Quincy said firmly. "Snooping around like that isn't something you should be doing. Our business is really none of yours, and that counts as trespassing. Which, I'm sure you're aware, is a crime, right?" The king gave Guy a stoic look.
Guy sweat, sensing danger. So sneaking around was part of the problem. "I..." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He looked back at the king and said, "I know. B-but I wasn't going to steal anything! I just—"
"I know," King Quincy cut him off. "You went wandering 'round in places you weren't supposed to and wound up getting' caught. Don't worry. You're off the hook for that charge. However, you have been found guilty of trespassing charges and will have to serve some time for it."
Guy cleared the lump from his throat, sweating buckets. He'd finally gotten into real trouble for his curiosity.
"So here's what we'll do. Because you were really worried about your friend, I'm willing to be lenient. So, starting today, you'll be staying with us for at least a week, doing odd jobs around the city to pay off your debts. You feel me, Guy?"
Guy nodded. It was only fair, after all. "Yes, sir. Sorry about that..." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.
The king nodded, smiling firmly. Then he turned his attention to the troll who had brought Guy in and said, "Marvin? Show Guy to his room, please. He can start work in the morning."
"Of course, King Quincy," the guard, Marvin, said. "Come with me, Guy."
"Yes, sir..." Guy said, willingly following the orange Funk Troll.
Once their now criminal guest was gone, D turned to his parents and said, "Well, I think we'd all better catch some Z's. It's getting late."
"Yeah. Good call, kiddo," the king agreed. "Took us longer to even get here than I thought it would, and I'm sure Cooper'll be available to talk in the morning."
Queen Essence walked over to her son and kissed his cheek. "Good night, Darnell. Sleep tight."
"And don't let the stingerbugs bite!" King Quincy teased with a grin."
D laughed a bit and answered, "Same to you, Dad!"
The king laughed as D headed out for his room.
Guy, on the other hand, was taken to a room with a sliding metal door. He stared at it in horror. "You're kidding! That's a jail cell!?" He could see that kind of door being used in a secure government building, like a lab, and that made him more concerned. "Y-you're not planning on doing some weirdo alien experiments on me, a-arrrrreee yoooouuuu!?" Scared stiff, he turned to Marvin.
The guard laughed a bit and answered, "Not at all! This is just your room for the night."
Guy looked frozen with fear. "...Oh."
"Calm down, friend," Marvin said gently as he pushed a button on the wall and opened the door. "It's not all bad in there." He gently pushed Guy into the cell.
"Oop!" Guy cried out, startled. He slowly turned his head to look at Marvin, his nerves still frayed.
"I'll be right out here all night," Marvin said, feeling the need to calm his charge down. "Let me know if you need anything." And the door slid shut.
Guy stood there a bit longer as he calmed down. Once he finally realized that there weren't any mad scientists anywhere near him, he shook his head to clear it. "Alright, Guy! It's okay." He made a calming gesture. "This really is just a jail cell that's way ahead of its time! No need to turn into Branch on everyone. Sheesh!" He slapped a hand to his head, annoyed with himself. "Argh! I have got to stop doing that! I mean, it's one thing to get caught red-handed trespassing, but turning into Branch, too?" He sighed and headed over to a metal cot in the room, where he lay down.
The cell was pretty standard, as far as prisons. More comfortable than the bergen dungeon but not as entertaining as the Fun Dungeon. It was the size of a small bedroom. Besides the cot, there was a toilet and a sink on one wall and a bookshelf at the foot of the bed. The guard had left a dim light on as well.
"Note to self: No more trespassing in non-Pop Troll colonies. 'Cause this is just too much!" He groaned in annoyance and pulled the pillow—which was harder than he'd like—over his face as he forced himself to go to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and he had no one to blame but himself.
He'd gotten lucky all this time, getting away with just about everything, sometimes without even being caught. He'd once stolen Branch's remote control and taken it for a joyride before Biggie had kept them from getting caught. On another occasion, he'd stolen Branch's last slice of fluffleberry cake. That time, they'd been caught, but Branch hadn't done anything to them, so they hadn't gotten into any trouble. Maybe that was why Guy always thought he'd be okay—he'd never gotten in trouble for sneaking around and even stealing, even when caught red-handed.
A voice in the cell with him startled him from his thoughts. "You're right, Guy. Trespassing's not a good idea at all... Maybe you should stop now. All it does is get you in trouble."
Guy's eyes shot wide open as he sat up, shocked. The pillow fell to his lap. "Huh? Who'd—" He looked to the side and saw a purple troll with orange pigtails sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore a pair of green overalls.
The strange troll said, "I mean, sneaking around on that stake-out didn't really—"
Guy closed his eyes and waved his arms around rather frantically as he cut her off, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there! Just who, exactly, are you, and how'd you get in here? I don't remember hearing the door open!"
The girl put a hand to her heart, eyes wide with apparent hurt. "Ah! Guy, I'm surprised at you! How could you say that about your best friend?"
Guy blinked, staring at her even more bemused now. He stared for a moment in silence before saying, "I'm sorry. Who'd you say you were again? You don't look familiar to me, but..."
She threw her short arms out to the sides with a wide smile on her face as she answered, "I'm Legsly, Guy! Don't you remember? We tried tracking Nova Swift down with my speaker bug that one time!"
Guy stared at Legsly like she was wearing a turkey costume on Thanksgiving. "...I don't remember you being there! I took that little adventure with my friends Satin, Chenille, Cooper, Biggie, and DJ Suki! What were you doing? Spying on us? H-how'd you even know we'd bugged Nova Swift in the first place?" As a sudden headache came over him, Guy put a hand to his head.
This girl didn't make sense at all, and she still hadn't even said how she'd gotten in here. What, were there teleportation devices to let people visit prisoners?
Legsly once again put a hand to her heart looking pained that he could forget someone he'd never met. "Ah! How could you say that, Guy!? I would never do that! It's bad enough you always do! I mean, it didn't help you catch Nova Swift, and now you're stuck in jail 'cause of—"
Guy closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it. "Yeah, yeah, I know that!" he cut her off. "But what I don't know is who you even are! You weren't on that adventure, so how could you—"
Legsly stood up, a serious look on her face. "Look. The point is crime don't pay, and the sooner you learn that, the better."
Guy sighed and closed his eyes again, knowing Legsly was right (even if he didn't know who she was). "Yes. I know, Legsly. I shouldn't—" He opened his eyes again and gave a start, eyes widening.
There was nobody there.
"W-what the—" He stood up and looked around the empty space, trying to locate her. It wasn't like there was anywhere she could be hiding, and he hadn't seen a flash of light or heard anything. Surely a teleporter would leave some kind of evidence, visual or audible! "W-where'd that girl go? I could've sworn—Or was that just my imagination? Hmm..." He put a hand to his chin, thinking about it.
He was up half the night trying to decide if Legsly was a figment of his imagination or some bizarre troll who could walk through walls or teleport. Maybe the Funk Trolls would know something about it, he decided. After all, they could have silent teleporters, for all he knew.
A/N: As the Trolls Corrector, here's why Guy got in trouble for trespassing: 1) It helps move the story along. 2) Guy did a lot of things that are illegal in TTBGO and usually got good results for it, so I figured it was about time he get in trouble for trespassing, stealing, and the like. "Remote Out of Control" really comes to mind here, given that Guy and the others convinced Biggie to be "daring" by stealing from Branch, misusing his remote, and then slipping it back into the bunker without Branch ever knowing they had it. Not exactly a good message for a kids' show to be sending: "Stealing is okay as long as you don't get caught!" Breaking into the fun factory also comes to mind, given that they got caught but weren't in trouble because of a bit of luck (although that one did at least have Guy admit that he shouldn't have done it before Sky said it was fine). Either way, it's time for Guy to get slapped in the face by reality.