A silver Glitter Troll, wearing an unbuttoned coat by itself, walked into the door of Scrooge's office. "Cratchit! You're late again!" Scrooge yelled from his desk, without looking up from his paper.

"Sorry, Mr. Scrooge, sir!" the Glitter Troll replied.

"I expect to see you in tomorrow to make up for your time," Scrooge said.

"But, Mr. Scrooge, sir," the Glitter Troll pleaded, "tomorrow is Christmas and-"

"And what, Bob Cratchit? What do you expect to do tomorrow?"

"Well, I did expect to have the day off so I could spend the day with my family," Bob Cratchit replied.

"What is there to do, huh?" Scrooge asked. "Sit by the fire singing carols to some higher being and eating turkeys and hams?"

"Well, actually, it is a little more than that, Mr. Scrooge, sir," Bob Cratchit said, pulling his pointer and thumb closer together near his eye. "It's about spending time with your family and being near one another."

"Bah humbug!" Scrooge replied."

"How about...how about I work extra today and have tomorrow off, Mr. Scrooge, sir?" Bob Cratchit bargained.

Scrooge stopped writing on his paper for a second. "You don't get paid extra."

"Deal!" Bob Cratchit exclaimed.

"Now get to work! I want to see all your work done and don't come in tomorrow!" Scrooge said.

"Thank you, Mr. Scrooge, sir!"

"Go, before I change my mind."

"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" he sang in an autotuned voice.

Bob Cratchit ran off to his desk in the corner. Scrooge walked over, closed the cracked window, and slammed a bunch of paper onto his desk. "Finish those by tonight, then you can stay home tomorrow. But only if you finish." Scrooge returned to his desk.

Before Scrooge got to resume his paperwork, a bunch of small kids walked inside his building. "Mr. Scrooge!" The purple Troll exclaimed.

"What? Can't you see I'm busy?" Scrooge replied gravely.

"We just wanted to come by and invite you to our party tomorrow!" a green Troll with blue hair answered.

"A Christmas party, I presume?" Scrooge checked.

"Righto!" a blue Troll with dark blue hair answered.

"I'll pass," Scrooge said.

"But, you haven't came to a single one yet!" the purple Troll kid exclaimed. "Don't you want to at least come to one?"

"No. I'm fine just the way I am."

"But-"

"No bargains, kids," Scrooge replied. "Now get out!"

The kids sighed heavily before returning outside, closing the door behind them. Scrooge watched them leave, sighed, and jolted when the door opened again.

"Hello, sir," came a deep, raspy voice from the doorway. This Troll is short with yellow skin, tall blue hair, tied off with a bow, and wearing a red dress with a white pom-pom in the center and white fuzz on the bottom.

Scrooge rubbed the bridge of his nose, before sighing. "What?" he asked gruffly.

"I am working with the donations for the Children's Hospital. I'm going door to door to gather last minute donations for-"

"No."

"But I didn't even finish my sentence."

"No. You will not be getting any donations from me, ma'am. Now I would suggest you leave. I have a lot of paperwork to finish."

"But, sir, you don't even have to give too much. Just a dollar-"

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Well, yes, you're Ebenezer Scrooge, but I don't see-"

"Don't see what?" Scrooge asked gravely.

The small yellow Troll stared at Scrooge. After a minute, she turned. "I'll just be leaving you, sir. Have a good rest of your day and a merry Christmas!" she said finally.

"Bah humbug!"

She walked out the door, make a few jingling sounds outside, and walked away, her head in the air. "Bah!" Scrooge exclaimed. He continued on his work.

A few hours passed of complete silence, except for humming and a few autotuned notes sung here and there, until Scrooge put a stop to it. Bob Cratchit stood from his desk. "I'm all finished, Mr. Scrooge, sir!"

Scrooge stood, walked to Bob Cratchit's desk, skimmed through the papers, examined the walls and curtains, then returned to the Troll. "Good, now scram. I don't expect to see you tomorrow!"

"Thank you, Mr. Scrooge, sir!" Bob Cratchit ran outside as fast as his legs could carry him. Scrooge grunted, shook his head, then sat back at his desk to finish his paperwork. "I never will understand that Troll. Running around with no clothes on."

After a few minutes, Scrooge stood from his desk, closed the leaf curtains, and walked out the pod. This pod is colored darker than the rest of them, using dark blues, dark greens and black. Where he got the hair to make the pod, no one knows. They refuse to ask him. He inserted a key into the lock once the pod closed, checked the pod, ripped off a wreathe, muttering under his breath, then walked off.

As he walked through town, the townsfolk stared at him. Scrooge is the meanest person they ever knew, and once Marley died, it got worse. Plus, he's a darker color than the rest of them. He isn't grey exactly, but nearly there. His colors are so faded that it is hard to tell unless the light hits just right.

"When a cold wind blows, it chills you. Chills you to the bone," sang a random Troll. "But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart like years of being alone."

"It paints you with indifference like a lady paints with rogue," sang a blue Troll covered in splotches of paint.

"And the worst of the worst, the most hated and cursed, is the one that we call Scrooge," sang different Trolls together. "Unkind as any, and the wrath of many, this is Ebenezer Scrooge. Oh, there goes Mr. Humbug, there goes Mr. Grim."

"If they gave a prize for bein' mean, the winner would be him," sang another Troll as Scrooge walked past him, without touching him.

"Oh, Scroogey loves his money. 'Cause he thinks it gives him power. If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour," sang a Troll in a nearby bakery.

"There goes Mr. Skinflit. There goes Mr. Greed. The undisputed master of the underhanded deed," they sang together.

"He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses," sang another, green Troll. "As poor folk live in misery."

"It's even worse for mouses," sang a rat from the floor. Scrooge pushed it aside with his foot.

"He must be so lonely. He must be so sad. He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad," added another Troll from a rooftop.

"He's really a victim of fear and pride. Look close and there must be a sweet man inside," another, purple Troll added. The Trolls stopped, stared at each other, turned to Scrooge and said, in unison, "Naaaaah!"

"There goes Mr. Outrage. There goes Mr. Sneer," they added together.

"He has no time for friends or fun. His anger makes that clear. Don't ask him for a favor, 'cause his nastiness increases," sang another from inside a window.

"No crumb of bread for those in need. No cheeses for us meeses," sang little rats as they scurried away from Scrooge as he approached.

"There goes Mr. Heartless. There goes Mr. Cruel. He never gives, he only takes. He let's his hunger rule," sang more Trolls in unison.

"If bein' mean's a way of life you practice and rehearse, then all that work is paying off," sang a final Troll moving away from Scrooge as he approached.

"'Cause Scrooge is getting worse. Every day, in every way, Scrooge is getting worse," they finished in unison, each Troll that sang, as he walked out of town.

"Bah humbug," muttered Scrooge as he looked behind him. The Trolls who were singing, which was nearly half the village, started returning to their original posts.

"Darn Trolls. Always so...cheerful. Bah-"

He stopped short when two conjoined Trolls stood in front of him. "Start singing," the blue Troll on the left whispered.

"No, you start singing," the pink Troll on the right argued back.

Scrooge stared in confusion and anger as they argued for a few seconds. "Ok, on three," the pink Troll whispered. "One...two...three!"

The two Trolls inhaled, put their hands together, and followed Scrooge as he walked past them, singing. "There's magic in the air, this evening. Magic in the air," the pink one started.

"The world is at her best, you know, when people love and care," the blue Troll joined.

"The promise of excitement is one the night will keep. After all, there's only one more day 'til Christmas," they sang in unison.

Scrooge pulled up his collar and began to walk faster. "The world has got a smile today. The world has got a glow," this time the blue Troll started.

"There's no such thing as strangers when a stranger says 'hello,'" the pink twin added.

"And everyone is family, we're having so much fun. After all, there's only one more sleep 'til Christmas."

"'Tis the season to be jolly and joyous," the pink twin sang.

"With a bursts of pleasure, we feel it all right," the blue twin sang.

"It's the season when the saints can employ us," they sang together again. "To spread the news about peace-"

They were cut short as Scrooge slammed his bunker door shut in their faces. "Rude!" the pink Troll yelled.

"Let's get out of here," the blue Troll huffed.

Scrooge panted, and slid down the rock door. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. He took a deep breath, fixing his hair as he did so, then exhaled. Then he stood.

He opened a slot in his 'Go Away' mat on the ground to see the two Trolls giggling by his door. "Hey! Get out of here!" he yelled. They looked down, looked at each other, and ran. Scrooge opened the mat and looked at the door to see a large wreathe on the rock. He grumbled, snatched it off the door, pulled it inside his bunker, closed the mat, and stormed over to his fireplace.

He grumbled as he threw the wreathe in the fire. "Those darn Trolls." He stormed to his bedroom, changed into his bed clothes, and returned downstairs.

He heard a crackle from the fire and flinched. He whipped his head towards the fire to see that the wreathe missed the fire. He extended his hair to reach the wreathe, being sure not to set his hair on fire, grabbed it from his hair, and threw it back into the fire, watching to make sure that it landed inside.

"Every year, the same reminders of the things I lost," Scrooge sang as he watched the wreathe burn. Once it finished, he went to the kitchen to get himself some dinner. "Absent friends and broken pledges wrapped in freezing frost. Why should I be bright and merry? Why should I, won't someone tell me? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

He left the kitchen with his food and placed it on the table near his chair. He grabbed a small ornament, that came free from the wreathe and the fire, off the ground. "Cold bleak winters filled with sorrow are all I've ever known. Seasons greetings, you can keep them. Just leave me alone!" He threw it into the fire.

"'Why not join us, toast the season?' Don't they know I have my reasons? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me! Every year, such joy and gladness, sparkling in their eyes. Treat them tougher, make them suffer. Bring them down to size. All around me, oh so cheery. I'm not happy, why should they be? Tell me, tell me! Tell me!"

He sat on his chair to enjoy his meal before bed. After all, what is there to do on Christmas anyway?

Author's Note

Three songs in one chapter! Let's go! (You wanted Trolls, you get lots of songs!)