Our story begins in the small Troll Settlement of Honeydew, a small place, surrounded by green fields of grass, known for its delicious berries. it was a small home with only a few families inhabiting it as a Troll was packing up his bags. His family lived in a small house made of wood, dyed with berry juice. His name was Brent, and he had lived in Honeydew for as long as he could remember. He had light cobalt skin and blond hair, his eye light green and he wore a pair of trousers with a rope knot and a sleeveless vest. nothing that really made him stand out.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Brent said to his family which consisted of his mother Porci and his little Sister Lemondrop, he hugged them both as Lemondrop looked at her brother with her usual sweet gaze.

"Write me a letter so we can keep in touch Lemondrop said, with bright yellow hair and a blue dress as Brent nodded. Porci wearing a baker's outfit handed him a bag.

"I Baked you some Berry Creme cakes for the road," Porci said, handing him a bag of baked desserts. Brent smiled, receiving the bag as he smiled, waving to his family as he began his journey.

Brent said his goodbyes, leaving Honeydew with his acoustic guitar slung over his back carrying his bags. Brent still was nervous about leaving his settlement but he had a dream. Brent's dream was to move to Trollstopia and perform pop music. Since Brent could remember he enjoyed writing songs and wished to share that. His goal was to wander through settlements playing taverns to save up enough money for a Caterbus to get to Trollstopia. Brent had no idea of the type of band he would end up joining.

The stage was set in a settlement called Battlehelm. it was dim, as a shooting fire signaled the band to start playing. an earth-shattering drum was heard coming for a madman. A troll wearing a Boiler suit and a gas mask. The drums were joined by the thumping heavy bass riffs. the bassist wore a skull over his face, his attire a robe made of black rags. his bass was pale white and looked like it was made of bone. The guitarist kicked on, a girl with red skin and orange-colored hair, and her attire consisted of BDSM wear, her Guitar made of leather cover in spikes, her licks were enough to bring the crowd to life as she screamed with enjoyment.

Brent was still covered by the smoke as the flames lit up on him, wearing what resembled Demonic armor, his face covered with white face paint and earrings, black hair with blue tips rotating as he headbanged to the music. the trolls in the audience, put their hands up cheering as he pulled the guitar from his back, an Icy blue guitar that was sharp and pointy as he slid his fingers down the neck, strumming a lick as the crowd erupted.

"Razor!" the crowd cheered as Brent began strumming his guitar like a mad troll possessed. Everyone in the audience knew him as Razor, and the other members of the band were gaining attention as a group of Metal Trolls who went by 'The Rippers'. their songs were vile and loud and their fans were practically insane.

"Alright, I know What you want!, And I'm gonna give it to you, put your ears together for this little number" Brent screamed into his microphone he began singing with a loud roaring

The song he sang was horrid and half of it was just cussing really loud and mentioning doing lewd and sick activities as they ended their song, Brent reached for a bottle of water, downing the liquid, getting his throat wet as he swished the water in is cheeks, spitting it into the audience, hitting another troll in the face as he cheered, he considered it an honor to have Razor spit water on him.

"Okay, you ready to go out on a bang, prepare the rectums for the Pounder," Brent said as the crowd roared demanding the Pounder as the final song of the night started the screaming guitars, the thundering bass, and the banging vocals as Razor started the song

Brent said of a fictitious lifestyle he lived as the fans were roaring with excitement, the song was like a call to arms for them. it was the anthem of their leader and Brent knew this was the best song to close the show

Brent sang as the song continued, his guitar was impeccable and the band hit every note. Upon finishing the hook Brent got on his knees running the guitar across her mouth, using his teeth to pick the strings earning praise from the trolls in the audience praised Razor's ability to play with one hand as he pounded his fist in the air, using the teeth to play, hitting every note.

"Yeah" Brent yelled, getting up as he ended the solo as the lights cut out, the crowd was cheering as the band left the stage heading to the backroom. Brent was removing his white makeup, exposing his light blue skin, his hair turning from black back to its blond hue.

"Playing with my teeth really does a number on my mouth," Brent said looking in the mirror, removing his clip-on earrings. The drummer removed his mask, sitting it beside him, revealing his dark green skin and light green hair, this was Cleat, also known as Otis. The bass player was a light yellow troll with orange hair, his name was Ziggy but he went by Skull on stage.

Finally, the rhythm guitar was removing her red makeup, revealing a light pink face, her hair a nice black, this was Amber, who went by Zuzu on stage. After washing his make up away, Brent changed from his armor to his trousers and vest as he looked at the band.

"Well, I'll see you later, we should probably leave separately, if people see us together, they might put two and two together," Brent said sneaking out of the concert. He wasn't the kind of person to sneak out, most who saw him probably thought he was just a fan.

Brent made his way back to the hut where he made home, he was close to saving up enough to rent that Caterbus, afterward he could quit The Rippers and move to Trollstopia to play the music he actually wanted to play, music that could make people happy and not fuel by lust and hatred.

"I need something to wash my conscience," Brent said walking to his oven, he had recently started baking and had spent years watching his mother bake Honeydew's signature Berry Creme cakes. he had memorized the recipe from the heart and while the ingredients he had weren't as good as the genuine article from his settlement they still reminded him of home. he placed all the ingredients into a bowl, stirring the mixture as he began singing

I wrote you a letter the other day,

asking if you wanted to meet,

I Baked something, just for you,

care to join me at the wicker tree

Brent sniffed the mixture, spreading it all into a pan as the cakes began to cook. Brent walked to his living room, picking up the acoustic guitar he left home with, strumming a gentle happy melody as he repeated the song, sitting on a chair as he continued strumming his guitar singing

I got a letter from you today

You said that you wanted to meet

You said you liked my sweet treats

We sit underneath the wicker tree

After singing he lowered his guitar walking to the oven, watching the cakes rise. Upon finishing he pulled out the cakes, to let them cool. Brent pulled one of the cakes, blowing on it as he opened the windowsill to let the wind blow on them, cooling them off as he bit into his cake, enjoying the taste which reminded him of home. Brent smiled, pulling out a pen and paper, writing a letter to his family.

Brent did not dare mention his double life as Razor, he wanted his family to be proud of him and felt they would be disappointed if they knew he was wearing face paint and screaming vulgarity at the audience. he just mentioned that he was saving up and almost had enough to complete his goal and would be moving soon

This is my first Trolls Fanfic, it is heavily inspired by the anime series 'Detroit Metal City' I thought since trolls deal with music the idea could transcribe well.