AN: For this chapter, like the first part of the episode, I've written my own lyrics for 'Inside of Every Demon (Reprise)' from Hazbin Hotel. It is a parody with more verses and heavy lyrical changes. If this may be wrong or considered copying, then please let me know straight away and I'll try to take it down immediately.
Song Recommendations
[1] Juice (Instrumental) - Lizzo
[2] Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend (Instrumental Cover) - The Hit Crew [Repeat 0:22 - 1:06]
[3] Imagine an instrumental of 'Inside of Every Demon' Reprise by Alastor from Hazbin Hotel because the musical sequence for this song is a parody with more verses and heavy lyrical changes.
[4] Feeling Good - SOFI TUKKER
'New Swag in Town' Part 4 - Let's Dance on Table Tops!
As Poppy and Branch are the ones who have to open the night, they have to be on stage first. Branch is at first nervous about going on stage. Despite Poppy's claims, he wasn't sure if these people, especially the Pop Trolls, would be willing to listen to him. Everybody has been on good terms so far, but you never know what they say to you from your back. Branch swore that he heard some gossip from some of the louder Trolls at their dining table.
When he was a child, he had stage fright. When either singing or announcing something to his school class, he would sometimes be the first to freeze up and keep quiet. A lot of children do that when under a lot of stress. He got sometimes teased about, but for the record, those who did were hypocrites. He remembered that some of his bullies were voted to be main characters of a play…and forgot all the lines. Standing there like statues without saying a word. He remembered that one time when the children were supposed to do a special poem for all the Trolls to hear. Naturally, he got out of it while the other children read…really sappy and boring poems that even made every member of the Snack Pack fall asleep! Branch was grateful that he tried to not get too much attention or else he would be an idiot in front of everyone.
But now, it seems that preparing for a speech is the most inevitable thing you could ever do when sharing your compassion for a town…in which you don't have interest in the first place because of how much conflict the tribes were in before. He couldn't get out of this already. He would leave the talking points to Poppy while he worked in the background. Now, it was his second time he explained to the public today.
On the other hand, Poppy is excited. She was prepared for this and knew what to say. Just need to have that cute attitude, but with the energy, sass and edge in her tone. One that would at least interest everyone and get them engaged. One voice they can all agree on.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" called Poppy. "Welcome to TrollsTopia!" [1]
There was a round of fresh, polite applause. This looked like it was going on a good spot.
"As you all know, I'm Queen Poppy of the Pop Trolls."
"And I'm Branch; second-in-command," said Branch.
"Ooh…still going with that term?"
"I'm not king yet. And 'second-in-command' sounds more fancier, don't you think?"
The audience chuckled in agreement. Especially the French Trolls.
"First of all," said Poppy, playfully rolling her eyes. "I am so happy with how far TrollsTopia has become. After a few months of construction, tense and a lot of agreements needed to be made, I am happy to say that my dream of TrollsTopia is becoming a reality; harmony amongst all the Trolls! We finally have a future; a diverse village in all of Trolls history."
"It is all thanks to everyone who believed in us and had the courage and desire to be as one together," said Branch, managing to have a smile on his face. "And now, it is all thanks to all the new sub-tribes, ambassadors and leaders who are willing to come over here to help TrollsTopia grow and become a true community for all of Troll kind."
Bastille blinked a little. He wasn't sure how much he would be able to spend time with Poppy, Branch or any of his friends due to his absence. Would he end up helping Poppy along with anything that can go wrong in such a multicultural country like this? Should he just stay out of this?
"We are glad that all of you are able to make it to tonight's dinner as we have all the food you need!" said Poppy. "And all the best performances we have here in town! We got a show for all of you tonight! As well as a fresh plate of cupcakes for all of you!"
Branch rolled his eyes. "Poppy. I told you to not always try to use those words in every speech nowadays when it includes other tribes."
"But cupcakes are so delicious! Especially the Rock Trolls' explosive cupcakes!"
On cue, there was an explosion from a nearby table. Frostings and cake bits went flying all over and some splattered onto the stage.
Branch didn't look pleased, but quickly shook his head.
"Anyway," he said. "We have a great lineup for you all tonight. Unfortunately, the tribe leaders aren't able to be here tonight. However, we have Delta Dawn who has managed to come here for all of you!"
There was a loud cheer as a spotlight shone onto Delta Dawn who stood up and raised up a hand as if posing. She just smiled humbly.
"We also have the new ambassadors who will be leading over the new sub-genre tribes here. So, let's give them a big friendly hello. So let's hear it for Jacques of the French Trolls, Nigel of the Carnival Trolls, Punk of the Indie Alternative Trolls, Bebop of the Swing Trolls and Smooth Move of the Hip Hop Trolls!"
Colorful spotlights shone onto the ambassadors who were sitting at special tables required for them; grand black tables with gourmet food and couches and pillows instead of chairs.
Nigel immediately leapt onto the table and spun away, lifting his tail feathers upwards in an interesting way. His Carnival Trolls nearly went wild as they flew around him, showing off their colorful feathers.
Punk just whooped in joy as she and her Indie Trolls cheered, waving flags as if they were watching the grand finale of the nearby football game.
Bebop jumped onto the table as well and started to dance. A few of the Swing Trolls started to clap to try to follow the rhythm he was dancing to before he moonwalked over the table and fell back into his seat dramatically.
Smooth Move gave the victory sign before lifting his hands up. All of his Hip Hop Trolls let out a huge chant, saying it together in unison. It was too loud for anyone to hear what they said due to the loud cheering. It was nearly like a French wave.
Jacques was the only one who didn't expect being called. When the spotlight shone on him, he froze for a moment like a deer in headlights. He then quickly shoved a waiter handing him a drink and started to make formal poses while the French Trolls cheered.
"As everyone is warming up," said Poppy. "We ask all of you to sit back and have fun tonight! Let's respect each other and let them be who they want to be. Let's celebrate all of our music and bring them together for tonight because it is the first night you will never regret being in TrollsTopia!"
Branch decided to steal Poppy's last line with a cheeky smirk. "So, who's ready to rock out?!"
Almost everybody started to cheer, clapping their hands nearly madly.
Poppy smirked, playfully punching Branch in the shoulder. "That wasn't the one I was going to use."
"Got to speak like the people," said Branch.
Poppy chuckled. "Alright then." She turned back to the audience. "Without wasting any more time, our opening act opens up with a bounty hunter that has been taking part in helping us during the past few years."
"You may know her," said Branch. "You may not know her. Give it up for Jazzy the Chess Master." [1s]
Finn was too busy taking the jug of fruit cream juice from the waiter, but when he heard Jazzy's name, he whipped around so quickly that he nearly spilled the jug.
"Hey!" squealed Charleston. "Careful!"
"W-Wait," said Finn, putting down the jug. "J-Jazzy is starting now?"
Bastille nodded. "She is."
Charleston nodded as well and poured herself a drink. "Here's to Jazzy." [2]
The audience applauded politely as a Swing Troll appeared on the stage from behind the curtains. Muddy red skin that could have been mistaken to be of Rock Troll color or grey color, red hair tied in a braid on the left. Jazzy is wearing a new outfit; a black fedora with a red rose on top of the brim, a red business blazer with a black lapel, a hot pink top, a pink diamond necklace, a black tutu skirt that was cut off at the knees and black leggings.
She took a deep breath before coming onto stage. With a glass of fruit cream juice in her hand, she placed herself underneath the spotlight.
"Why, hello all of you," she said, putting on a brave face. "It's…nice being up here."
Jazzy the Chess Master
- Professional Swing Bounty Hunter
- Skilled, cunning, manipulative
- Injury count on past missions: 400 bruises, 10 broken bones, 2 broken hats
There are a few Trolls giving her strange looks. She let out a sigh, knowing that some of them might have known her before. Some of them are whispering to each other as if they are aware of some of Jazzy's crimes and murders in the past. She is nervous, but she knows that she agreed to do her speech.
In an attempt to calm herself down, she drank a sip of the fruit cream juice. Her eyes widened and ears perked up.
"Mmm!" She raised her cup. "Compliments to the chef for making this!"
On hearing, a chef Troll appeared from the kitchen.
"Why thank you!" he said.
"What ingredient did you use to make this tasty?" asked Jazzy.
The chef smiled proudly. "Hair bleach."
Cue every Troll who drank tonight's fruit cream juice spitting it out, spewing it all over their plates or tables. It happened so quick that it was like a chain reaction and each spew happened after the other! Jazzy vomited her drink onto the stage, her skin turning bright red as a tomato. Even Charleston spewed out the mouthful that was already in her mouth, accidentally spitting into Finn's face.
"AAARRGGHH!" screamed Finn.
Charleston gasped. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"
Finn blinked, rubbing his eyes. "I-It's more about my eyes…it stings a lot!"
"You mean the bleach?"
"No. Your saliva…I can even smell it!"
"A cup of good old joe, was it?" asked Bastille.
At their own private table, Branch exchanged looks with Poppy.
"Please take out the emergency batch of vaccinations we made," he said worriedly.
Poppy nodded with a very serious look, writing it down onto her clipboard.
Jazzy snapped out from her shock and choke before tossing her glass away. Her skin turned light pink.
"A-Anyway," she said. "I know what you all are thinking. How come this bounty hunter managed to get involved in such a world-busting project like this? How did she ever come up here? Well…time changes and we need to move forward. Time is changing all of us and it has been months ever since the World Tour."
She walked around, gesturing to the six main tribes that are here at the restaurant.
"I am surprised by the success that happened here as the unity of all the Trolls from the six tribes is nearly complete after the destruction of the six strings. With everybody agreeing to look over their differences and come to a fruitful solution to be one group while being true to themselves, it is a relief to see some peace around."
She pointed to the five sub-tribes like a teacher instructing her students to listen very carefully.
Bastille raised an eyebrow. How she did it looked like she was warning people a little. Or probably forceful. He doesn't know. Is she saying it like this or is he dreaming?
When he saw that Finn was nodding in agreement, he concluded that he is being a little illusionary with what he is seeing.
"And I am hoping that the other sub-genre tribes, I'm talking to all of you, will show hospitality to one another because we don't want any drama here. And I suppose that you are wondering; will we ever get to mix around with the leaders we dream of meeting?"
There was some chatter amongst the Trolls as if unable to contain their excitement to meeting the two Trolls who changed everybody's lives.
"The ambassadors of the six tribes are free to chat," said Jazzy casually. "Poppy and Branch are always there to talk to you when you need some help. But I got to say, with the increase in the number of Trolls around here, it might become too hard to address everyone with a billion problems that keep stacking up like taxes. But I bet that you will be able to find a way to still communicate with them, like anything. If you catch me, heh, heh."
She laughed a little at her own joke. Nobody did at first, not sure what she meant. Until…
"Ooh!" said a loony male Troll loudly. "I know what you mean! I have a picture of Branch to snuggle with!"
And if that isn't enough proof, there seemed to be a cardboard printout of Branch hidden but poking out from underneath his table.
The crowd roared in laughter.
Jazzy is understandably disturbed.
Disgusted, Branch turned to Poppy with a flat look. "Hang him."
Poppy nodded with a very serious look, writing it down onto her clipboard…but stopped when she thought about what Branch told her to do.
"Whatever the case," said Jazzy. "We are all doing the best we can to give this town the best service they need. And we are hoping that you will enjoy yourselves in TrollsTopia where you can be who you want to be. There is no stopping you; who says that you can't do anything in town? If you believe that others shouldn't do anything with what they want, then you don't belong to this community. If you tease, attack or berate other people, you don't belong to this community. Believe me, I nearly was one of those. But if this community can't be strong without willing and honest partnership, then I don't know what else can make a community stronger than any empire in the world."
The audience applauded a little, surprised by this.
"And if anyone," said Jazzy, suddenly serious. "If anyone disturbs the peace, watch your back. Because when you do, you will know that you should rather leave this town alone."
The Hip Hop Trolls oohed at this. The Country Trolls and the Hard Rock Trolls are the first to clap, surprised by how Jazzy delivered this. The rest of the Trolls just clapped, not cheering this time.
Bastille noticed that Jazzy nearly sound aggressive saying that. He remembered. Finn told him that she had been buzzing over the possibility of crime increase in TrollsTopia. She was constantly worried about the rise of criminals. Did she just say that to warn criminals that she is going to hunt them down if they make one wrong move?
Guess he will never know.
"Hold on a minute," asked Bebop, standing up on the table again. "Are you saying that there are…rules we have to follow?"
"...yes?" said Jazzy.
"If you say so," said Bebop as he skipped towards the stage. "It just comes to my attention that you and the Pop Leaders and whatever other political leaders of TrolsTopia are making sure that this place is all order and law. A little bit…how do I put this; restraining?"
"Well, excuse me!" said Jazzy, her skin turning red. "The thing that we are trying to restrain is to make sure that nobody gets hurt and nobody causes a ruckus that could KILL people. Or if an argument goes out of control. Something you out of all people may not understand."
"Hey, look at who is talking now, Miss Mercenary," said one Swing Troll. "You're the one who keeps pestering our leaders in making a change."
A few of the Trolls snickered while most of them looked confused.
Bebop frowned a little. "Leave that out of the picture." He turned back to Jazzy. "Maybe you shouldn't be too worried about too many things, Jazzy. It has been going really well and there haven't been that many crimes around here."
"Sorry, old man," said Jazzy, slightly calming down. "But times are changing. We are all together. We need to make sure that everybody is safe. You wouldn't want to have a burglar stealing your wallet, would you?"
Half of the Trolls agreed silently, nodding and murmuring to themselves.
"That happened to me once," mumbled Bastille.
Charleston raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
"I once was playing the guitar and some idiot placed a bag over me to blind me as he stole my favorite collectable toys. I could see through the bag to identify him…"
However, Bebop had other ideas.
"That never happened before!" he said in a chipper mood. "I never have a wallet! I usually have a purse and carry it around with me."
Jazzy shook her head. "That explains a lot."
"You're just being a little melodramatic and overtired. Give it a bit of a rest."
"Oh no. I'm not the one being melodramatic now. How about I give you some sense?"
"Maybe we can make some sense…" Bebop snapped his fingers. "In song form!"
With a flick of his fingers clicking, all the lights dimmed down a little to give the cyan and pink glow all around them. Music started to play from...somewhere as Bebop tapped his foot on the stage. Jazzy crossed her arms, waiting for what he had to say first.
"Tell me they are not going to sing as an argument…" said Bastille, realizing where this is going.
"What's wrong with that?" asked Charleston.
"It's a good way to burn energy," said Finn.
"Bummer," muttered Bastille. [3]
A repetitive piano piece started to play in the background at a nice-paced rhythm. A stylish and jazzy tone for the instrumental. One that can get a person tapping their feet together. Like a Swing Troll! Bebop bobbed his head to the rhythm of the song while Jazzy waited. The spotlights shone over them. One over Bebop and one over Jazzy.
Trumpets are added as Bebop started the song, circling around Jazzy.
Bebop: There is a dream; you wish to tell
It's really laughable, so Jazzy, what the hell?
He spun Jazzy around as a red spotlight went over her while a purple spotlight went over Bebop. Jazzy stopped, looking at Bebop in confusion as he danced and took a microphone out of nowhere.
Bebop: No need to hide in a shell, follow me, it will be swell!
And you will trust me that everything will be well!
"Take it, boys!" he bellowed, snapping his fingers.
Several Swing Trolls stood up and started playing trumpets and different kinds of instrumentals. The glow of the place became golden and bronze, giving it a rag-time and theatre experience for those watching. Jazzy rolled her eyes as she snapped her fingers, changing her spotlight to a pink one instead of red.
Jazzy: Well, inside of every Troll is a complex
Oh, the trouble that might come out from their minds!
Jazzy grabbed Bebop by the arm and pulled him close to her face.
Jazzy: And once you took a look right inside your checks
Go crashing and smashing is all you ever find!
Bebop only laughed and jumped onto a nearby table, callously spinning around and nearly hitting several dishes.
Bebop: Oh! Don't be so pessimistic, I'm sure everyone is kind
If you're not really that blind
Jazzy hopped on and kicked a nearby candle in frustration.
Jazzy: Oh, I'm sure that I'm not blind to
The hidden crooks behind you
The two started walking across the table as if they are two businessmen discussing business in a hallway. However, Jazzy is beginning to feel tipsy, probably due to swallowing a fair amount of that fruit cream juice she was intoxicated with.
Their singing became talking or rapping at that point.
Bebop: Don't be nonsense, this place is deflected
Jazzy: Alright then, then what do you expect?
And that is when Jazzy slipped onto a cheese plate and the plate flew upwards. She crashed onto her back before tumbling off the table. The cheese plate then hit into an eating Troll, making him startled and tossed his fork upwards. The fork went flying straight to another Troll who screamed at the sight and accidentally lifted her plate too highly, causing it to fly.
Of course, Bebop isn't focusing on that, singing all the way as that happened.
Bebop: Oh, I expect for some nice cuisine
And words from everyone on what is clean?
Before he can properly ask, the plate that was thrown too highly by the female Troll hit him in the stomach, causing him to trip and accidentally lose grip of the microphone. His face ends up into a fruit punch bowl.
The microphone fell into Punk's hands, a green spotlight shining over her.
Piano music was still playing with a thumping beat.
"Huh?" said Punk. "W-What am I supposed to do?"
Jazzy stood up, stars circling around her head.
"Just sing!" she slurred.
Punk shrugged and snapped her fingers. A few Indie Trolls around her took out guitars; ranging from acoustic to electric. They started to play chill, folk-like strums that sound like Country but like Rock as well to give off their own style. Punk smirked as she sat back and started singing.
Punk: Well, I have a dream I want to tell
Oh, you can ignore it, but it's up for sale
We expect some clarity, charity and not too much insanity
Cause we just need a good place for ourselves
She stood up and twirled around. The microphone flew out of her hands, but she caught it like a champ as if she pretended to let go of it.
Punk: Give us good old freedom, raise the flags!
And access to all or pack your bags!
We aren't limited to anything
'Cause all notes can help pull the strings!
All the lights turned light blue as the spotlights shone over the Indie Alternative Trolls.
Punk: 'Cause inside of every Troll is an artist
"You said 'cause' two times already," muttered a random Troll.
Punk: Inside of every Troll is your own crown
And inside of every Troll, a cutie or a goth
Has the potential to break free from the ground
"Go on, drop the beat!" she called as she threw the microphone.
The microphone landed onto Smooth Move who caught it as if he was already ready. He started rapping at a faster pace in a smooth and deep tone while still carrying on the same rhythm of the song.
Smooth Move: I got an announcement, to announce in this wonderland
You ask me what I want, all I want is some flaunt
His fellow Hip Hop Trolls started to imitate beatboxing sounds as the piano and guitar music resumed playing. A white spotlight shone onto them.
Smooth Move: Yeah, to drop, to bop to love the kill
I don't need no wallet to buy some chill thrills
He stood up and slid across the floor on his feet.
Smooth Move: Just replace the guns with all of your sweet berries
Smack smack, just listen to the good enjoyment
On lips, sweet like honey and no bitter like juries
What everyone need is a heaven fundament
He got close to Punk who started to snap her fingers.
Smooth Move: It's all about good times, bring me some good lines (Punk: Oh yeah…)
It's so easy, so there are no damn declines (Punk: Oh yeah…)
He pointed at Poppy and Branch watching as if telling them...
Smooth Move: You own the town, the god with the shine
That is when Punk jumped up and rapped the last line with the Hip Hop ambassador.
Punk & Smooth Move: We came here to beam, not scream, so no bad signs!
At this, Smooth Move threw the microphone downwards. As it is unbreakable, it bounced up and rolled across the floor. However, since the feedback part of the microphone hit the ground, it created a loud drone sound through the beatboxes set up in the restaurant. Everybody cringed at the sound of this.
However, it is a different case for Finn.
It sounds like it is CRACKING his eardrums.
He hissed as he blocked the invisible holes of his ears, shaking anxiously.
Charleston stared at him, looking concerned. He never did that before. For the whole time, she saw him putting up this aloof, dark, broody act. It might be the first time he is showing a little bit of vulnerability. Before she can open her mouth to speak, the microphone was picked up by Jacques.
Red and blue spotlights shone over him.
"Wait…" said Jacques, unamused. "But I'm not going to sing."
It grew quiet. All eyes were on him like glaring hounds.
Seeing that he had no choice, he cleared his throat before singing. The piano music continued playing, added with an accordion.
Jacques: Well, I got a dream, you shouldn't...dwell!
It's none of your business, but go ahead and smell
Cause I'll give you one clue that you should all know
He quickly stopped when he saw a French Troll dressed as a mime acting next to him as if performing his lines through body language. The music slowed down.
"And please don't go dancing like that...that is too stereotypical," said Jacques.
The mime stopped, grinning sheepishly before running off.
And the music went back to normal.
Jacques: Inside of every Troll is a loud mess
Filled with confusions, allusions and collusions
Oh, this may have been neat, but not for very long!
Cause I hate getting sand on my thongs!
"The arrogance of that guy!" thought Branch. "He is like an older version of me, except with all the stupid riches."
Jacques: No time for dilly dally
Everyone should have space
And deserve to be all safe
Down at this colorful-
He was suddenly interrupted when Nigel flew it, his brightly colored tail feathers nearly in his face as the Carnival ambassador made his second entrance.
Nigel pointed a finger at Jacques, talking while still acting as if it was part of the song.
Nigel: Hold up a minute! It sounds like you're talking about yourself.
Jacques: No, I was talking about the ruckuses that were made by the crazy elves.
Nigel: Oh, that really cranky, you old man?
Jacques: How about I ask you; what would be the length of your juvenile wingspan?
Nigel pouted. Oh how that old man dared him! He should know by now that he looks fantastic for a place like TrollsTopia. Perhaps he should give Jacques a good knock in the head for some sense.
"...glad you asked," said Nigel, grabbing the microphone. "Because…"
He started to dance around Jacques as festival music with maracas and trumpets started playing. Multiple spotlights of orange and green spun around them as Nigel circled the French Ambassador as if treating him to a spiritual ritual. Nigel was making a lot of moves that range from overdramatic, cheeky or really suggestive.
Nigel: Inside of every Troll is a festival
Inside of every Troll is a bright smile!
So don't frown upon, just go with you colors
Instead of sulking around being a spile
Nigel then started to jump over Jacque's head and playfully ruffled the latter's hair.
Nigel: Oh! Why so washed up
On these colors of just blue.
You're jealous of our sound
And can't get out of the bleu!
Jacques rolled his eyes and got into Nigel's face to tell him.
Jacques: You're just so immature. What's the point of being buoyant?
Nigel: Oh, I'm sure this town won't mind if I act flamboyant
Jacques: Argh! Gross! Being a strip won't make things right.
Nigel: At least I'm not the one who is standing there making things tight!
Jacques made a mock gasp, counterattacking Nigel.
Jacques: I smell up-righting and you are just acting frighting
If you think this town is good then why you act like you control life?
Nigel: Everybody, watch him. Look at what he is inciting.
Must be why you don't interact or at least have a pretty wife.
The music stopped as Jacques was stupefied by that insult. It would be in a way that the music would scratch to a complete stop. Several Trolls oohed or started to snicker. A number of Hip Hop Trolls started yelling and screaming in excitement, liking to hear that savage comment. Now that is one way to shut up a person who doesn't shut up about how 'bad' everybody looks.
Jacques blinked, dumbfounded.
Nigel smirked, puffing his chest up in pride.
Obviously ticked off, Jacques punched Nigel in the face, spinning him around before he slumped onto the floor.
"That's it," said Jacques, tossing the microphone away. "I'm done."
Finn flinched as he covered his ears again.
Charleston glanced at him before looking away.
Jazzy - covered in cake frosting - quickly grabbed the microphone before it hit the ground again. She coughed a little before calmly walking to Poppy.
"Why don't you handle this?" asked Jazzy.
Poppy couldn't argue back as the microphone dropped into her hands. Now everybody wants to hear something from her. She gulped a little. Great. Just great. All this talk about what they want is already pressuring. It gave her bad memories of what happened in the past with the first six ambassadors. It wasn't pleasant for her trying to live up to all expectations.
However, she has to try.
And there might be one way to calm all fears.
A soft acoustic instrumental played, slowing down the rhythm.
Poppy: Well…inside of every Troll is a difference.
Filled with rainbows, dark clouds and sparkles.
And maybe you all start from paper and circles.
This town is probably still made from glass jewels.
She stood up as she heard violins playing in the background. Branch did the same, starting to sing along to support Poppy.
Branch: But from time to time, over again
We worked up here to set the lane
So count on me to take care of you all
I promise I'll provide for your call
Poppy looked at Branch, somewhat surprised. But then again, he had been trying to help her. He tried showing her good ways on how to handle the other Trolls and TrollsTopia. He was one of the first to teach her that she should understand others rather than going her own way. She wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him. She owed him a lot, but it looks like he wants to do this together with her.
Branch: You don't need to it solo when you're on your own
Poppy: Yes! We all have something important to make you feel like home.
Branch: And while there is so much crazy and some smudge on your face
But not to fear, no need to rush as this is not a race
The two held hands as they got onto the stage. No fireworks, no flashy lights or loud instrumentals to help them. Just a short ballad that will serve as a reminder to everyone that everything will be alright. Something Branch would love the most.
Branch: We promise you that we will watch over you
We'll guide when you need us and watch from the skies
Everything is ready and built for every Troll
He and Poppy stared at each other before pressing their hands onto each other's palms as if looking in the mirror.
Branch and Poppy: And you will then see the beauty of the peace with your eyes… [3s]
As the song came to a close, all the lights turned back to normal and brightened up the entire room. All the Trolls started to cheer for this impromptu musical number as it helped settle a happy, laid-back and catchy tone for the night. Almost all five of the new ambassadors are standing up to wave like celebrities...except Jacques who isn't in the mood after being beaten by a savage comment.
Jazzy came back onto stage as it isn't really the end of her act for the night.
Poppy grinned as she gave the microphone back to Jazzy. The latter appeared exhausted after needing to deal with the small shenanigan.
"Erm...anyway," said Jazzy. "OK...I must have lost my last few lines. Brain check! For now, do not fear. We promise you that your safety will be your top priority and that nothing bad will happen here."
"Pinky promise," said Branch quietly but not quiet enough.
"Anyway," said Poppy. "Give a round of applause for Jazzy and her great speech! Up next is Rainbow Love with their new smash hit!"
The crowd did another round of polite applause, but much louder than before. Jazzy isn't sure if it was genuine or they are still awe-struck by the performance that just happened. She only took a small part in it, that's all. Instead of walking back through the curtains, she just walked off the stage towards where Bastille, Charleston and Finn are at.
As a group of Pop Trolls come onto stage and start to perform a bop, Finn immediately places his bandanna over his face, trying to make himself look tough. [4]
"Jazzy!" said Charleston cheerfully. "You did good!"
"My speech was hijacked by that buffoon of a leader," grumbled Jazzy as she sat down. "It wasn't really worth it since we got caught in a donnybrook." Her expression changed to surprise. "But I can't believe we just did that musical."
"When you got to break out into song, you got to," said Bastille, shrugging.
"Who are you?" asked Jazzy. "You're that...young delinquent who helped Poppy and Bastille during the World Tour."
"I-It's 'adventurer'," corrected Bastille, shaking his head.
"Right."
Finn's eyes widened. "Ah! Jazzy. I...erm...got a gift for you. It is from a friend."
Jazzy turned to Finn. The Trap Techno Troll has been generous towards him ever since they bonded over and tried being a couple. It still feels awkward between them - she pins the blame on him - but she loves him. She tried to give him some time to regain his composure at times and be patient with him. He is a little laid-back about her worries of the incoming criminals, nearly looking like he doesn't care that much. However, Finn is a good person. It's just that he prefers to be reclusive.
He took out what must be a diamond the size of his hand. He placed it gently into Jazzy's hands.
"It's for you," he said in the smoothest voice he can manage to muster up.
Jazzy stared at it longingly. "W-Wow…"
"How romantic!" said Charleston, smiling.
"Wait," said Jazzy. "Who gave this to you?"
"Sid gave it to me the other morning," said Finn. "I didn't feel like we needed any more money, so I'm giving it to you for you to keep."
"And where did Sid exactly get that diamond?"
As if the answer just popped it, her sharp hearing picked up Sid's screaming from outside.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!"
Even from a distance, Jazzy saw the Country Troll running past, chased by another Country Troll...using a SPEEDING TANK with a carrot popping from its muzzle as the ammo.
"STOP BREAKING THE LAW, CRIMINAL SCUM!" yelled the law enforcer inside the tank.
Finn's ear dropped in embarrassment. "I-I will take back the diamond. It's a stupid gift by the way."
Jazzy thought about it. "I can just keep it until Sid gets caught for once."
"That is incriminating," said Bastille. "Even for someone working with the leaders."
"Anyway, new kid. What got you to be here?"
Bastille shrugged, feeling as if being asked the question again. "I just needed a break. I'm kind of tired of living with the other Indie Alternative Trolls in a huge apartment. I-I mean, I wasn't sick of them, but...I needed some fresh air. A huge open space. I need a vacation."
"Sounds like you have been having a bad time. Hopefully you will have enough weeks to survive here."
"Oh please. I explored all the Troll tribes for a long time. I know all of them and I know how to adjust to them. Especially with...all that glitter in TrollsTopia." He rubbed his face. "I'm surprised that most of the Trolls who stayed here started to like Pop culture."
"Uh-huh. But you know, you heard about the impending wave of criminals that might pour into TrollsTopia."
Bastille was silent for a while. "What is...with the deal of all the criminals lately? A-Are they really coming here, mate?
Jazzy sighed, rubbing her forehead. "We are opening ourselves up to the other subtribes. Maybe more tribes that live in the hinterlands."
"The hinterlands?" asked Charleston. "Isn't that…?"
"The areas that are outside the main Trolldom. All the many different kinds of Trolls and groups you will ever see."
Bastille scoffed. "It shouldn't be hard to take. I know all of them. Maybe approaching the Pop Trolls is a big struggle, but surely there aren't so many bounty hunters out in the world, right? I-I met all of them."
"Oh, the ones that have their names on the magazine. The Reggaeton Trolls, the K-Pop Gang, Chaz and the Yodelling Trolls. But, may you please explain this?"
She took out what appeared to be the shell of a golden grenade. It is cracked, nearly into several pieces and obviously dirty. There are black stains that showed signs of a post-explosion that occurred.
Bastille stared at it, shocked. "What is this?"
"A Classical Troll invaded the land 5 months ago. The world is bigger than you think, Bastille. We are becoming a race where we are all united, but that spews more trouble to the rebels who are still out there!"
"No wonder why you were all panicking," said Charleston. "Fi-I mean, Electro Ray, told us that you were worried about the criminals."
"Oh," said Jazzy, shaking her head. "There is more to that. Not only are there some hidden below the main tribes, but we have more on our tail. They are going to come in and try to strike at any moment. And worse, we might not know where they come from since these mercenaries, assassins and criminals built themselves a business, unknown to them. That Classical criminal reminded me that once TrollsTopia opened its gates, then the floodwaters would come in."
Bastille stared at Jazzy for a while. So Finn was right. TrollsTopia, allowing all to come in for an offer of peace, is letting itself left wide open for being a victim. This might add to the struggle of maintaining the new civilians of the town who were expecting Poppy and Branch a good deal of hospitality. If anything happens, one wrong move and not only TrollsTopia can fall apart but also the harmony amongst Trolls might be ruined.
And worse, it would ruin his holiday. He hopes this won't be the case.
"W-What do we do about it?" said Charleston, now believing Jazzy. "Should we be concerned?"
"I don't have the answer at the moment," said the Chess Master, shrugging. "I have no idea at the moment how we are going to tackle this. Poppy told me to leave this to her and Branch. But I think she is getting tired as I am."
"This might not end well," said Finn, crossing his arms.
"It can be worse," said Charleston. "But at least we got the Snack Pack, the main group, to look after us."
Jazzy rolled her eyes, putting her hands in the air. "Oh, don't worry, everyone! The Pop Trolls got it! I'm sure that they will grow a spine after their two experiences of near and inescapable death."
"Should we be concerned?" asked Bastille. "I don't think me and Charleston are...um...prepared for this kind of thing."
Jazzy gave him a glare. "Aren't you an adventurer?"
"I can't really explain that I faced many criminals in my life other than monster monsters," said Bastille.
"Well, you're in luck," hissed Jazzy as she leaned close to him, so close that their noses were nearly touching. "Because the next morning, if you find a crazy stranger right on top of you with a knife, you are going to realize that this ain't a dream and you are a part of the criminal cycle. Nothing is going to help you if you do not know what you are doing. This ain't like a 'saving-the-day' mission. It's a free-for-all now since it is happening quietly in this town. Imposters among us, backstabbers ready. No matter how big you are, you might have to know who is acting small because if you find yourself killed, then you're going to wonder why you didn't pick up training on stranger danger…"
Bastille gulped a little. Jazzy's skin turned red in aggression, possibly due to not liking to think about the criminals again. And he was lectured like a little child, the same way he did before. He hates it.
"F-F-Finn?" he said.
"Electro Ray," said Finn.
"Your girlfriend is scaring me."
Finn blinked. "She's not really my girlfriend."
Jazzy glared at Finn.
"Are you two really a couple?" asked Charleston, confused.
Jazzy rubbed her forehead. "We're still working on it."
Bastille is still in denial. Criminals? Attacking TrollsTopia? No way. Outside of the leaders, he isn't sure if anyone would be willing to try to thwart the peace. At worst, probably petty over something. But this is to a new level. Like actual monsters hiding themselves in the crowd rather than letting their presence be shown. It was as if the second he thought everything would be safe, all came crumbling down.
He had experiences with going out on adventures and met some of the well-known bounty hunters, but unfortunately, he never fought against one or confronted a criminal gang. It would be bad enough if Poppy doesn't know what she is doing. That being said, the Trolls might not know how to defend themselves from a new wave of rebels whose greetings are to say hi and punch them in the face.
But, it couldn't be too bad.
Right? [4s]
AN: Oh, you are SO wrong, Bastille, my boy. Things aren't going to be better by then.
Rainbow Love is actually a Magic Pop band created by I.M. Rally's TrollsTopia - Season 2 story.
Sid is a reference to the Flexi-Troll/now-Country-Troll character from MasterClass60's TrollsTopia - Season 2 story.
Here, I reintroduce Jazzy the Chess Master. This character is created for I.M. Rally's story, but in the end, she is scrapped and now a part of my story's universe. You get to see how strict, no-nonsense and highly strung about the safety of TrollsTopia and that...criminating incident that she got into 5 months ago. It hasn't been easy for her. She settled down from judging the leaders to warning people, though she is still a menace, much to Bastille's dismay.
In case you are wondering, this chapter is inspired by the episode 'OZZIE'S' from Helluva Boss. This ranges from the stage performances, the 'Keep That Guy Away From Me' joke (that one is my favorite) and the sing-off with a lot of people.
I choose the melody of 'Inside of Every Demon (Reprise)' from Hazbin Hotel since I want a chill-down, peppy and catchy song where we get to know a little more about the new ambassadors. The song's lyrics are changed and there are added verses to it. I feel that this makes it feel like 'I've Got A Dream' song from Tangled and a classic Disney experience with hearing the ragtime and cartoonish music. I at first planned to get Jacques and Nigel to sing in their own languages, but I settle with English in the end due to lack of experience of writing lyrics in other languages. Smooth Move's rap verses have mostly the same syllables in the lines of the first two paragraphs as the one in 'OK Friday' by CG5.
And of course, Jazzy scaring Bastille is a reference to Happy Death Day 2U, especially when Bastille tells Finn that Jazzy is creeping him out.
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