"You know when a good time to mention you were allergic to pineapple would have been?" Willow asked as she led her brothers to the medic's pod. "When we were in Rhonda and I asked about allergies." She had used the EpiPen she started carrying around with her before he could react to the pineapple in the cake she made. "I wouldn't have made that cake if I knew."

Following his baby sister, John Dory retorted: "I didn't have pineapple in Rhonda. I didn't think it was necessary then."

"But it was important I knew about Floyd's nut allergy?" Willow raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You didn't have any nuts in Rhonda either. And he wasn't even there yet."

"Alright," John Dory rolled his eyes. "So it slipped my mind." He smirked at his little sister. "That was quick thinking with the Epi. Good job, little sister."

Willow blushed at the praise before narrowing her eyes. "And why don't you have an EpiPen on you?" She demanded. She rolled her eyes at the sheepish expression on his face. "You forgot." She glared at a laughing Hickory. "You're dating stupid, I hope you know that."

Branch chuckled at his family's antics as they entered the medic's pod. "You talk a lot about John Dory being stupid when you have spent more time inside this pod than anyone else in this village."

"I'm sorry," Bruce narrowed his eyes as they sat down. "How many times have you been in here?"

"Not that many," Willow rolled her eyes. She looked over to the door. "Where is Doctor Moonbloom?"

"Not many, huh?" Branch smirked. "The broken wrist when you were seven?

"That rock came out of nowhere," Willow retorted.

"How about the dislocated shoulder when you were nine?"

"That wasn't an accident," Willow rolled her eyes. "That was a mathematical miscalculation."

"Right," Branch raised his eyebrow. "And then there's the stoutberry incident from when you were twelve."

"Stoutberry incedent?" Floyd asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There's a reason I take allergies so seriously," Willow deadpanned.

"Oh! There was the twisted ankle when you were twenty and the broken ribs almost three years ago." Branch smirked and crossed his arms. "Face it, little sis. You're more accident-prone than anybody I know."

"So it's not just surfboards you fall off of?" Bruce chuckled at his little sister's glare. "This is great."

"Alright so I'm a little clumsy," Willow shrugged before smirking at her brother. "That's nothing compared to Branch over here ending up in jail because he liked a girl."

"You were in jail!?" Clay shrieked, looking at Branch. "When did that happen?"

"We got out," Branch waved dismissively at their brother. "At least I didn't roll off a Bergen-sized dresser and break my ribs," He narrowed his eyes at Willow.

"At least I didn't jump in the way of my crush to save her from turning into a rock zombie," Willow retorted with a grin.

"No, you just pushed yours out of the way and put yourself in danger to lecture me about it," Branch snorted.

"Hang on," John Dory interrupted the argument, his voice rising. "What are you two even talking about?"

Willow looked up at John Dory confused. "Didn't we tell you guys all of this already?" She looked back at Branch who had the same expression on his face. "I mean, I didn't, because some of that doesn't put my girlfriend in the best light, but I'm sure Branch did, right?"

Branch's winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, I didn't mention any of that either." He chuckled sheepishly. "I thought you were going to tell them."

"Why would I tell them?" Willow asked, ignoring the looks of horror on her brothers' faces. "Most of those stories end with me being injured somehow."

"One of those stories is me in jail," Branch retorted. "Why would I tell them that?"

"Okay," Floyd interrupted. "Maybe this would be a better conversation behind closed doors." He gestured to the crowd of Trolls in the waiting room. He smiled in relief when Doctor Moonbloom stepped outside. "And there's the doctor. Let's talk to her now."

"Good idea," Clay smiled anxiously at the youngest siblings. "And when we're done, we are going to have a long talk about what all you've been up to."

"And this time, you're not leaving anything out," Bruce added, his 'dad voice' coming in.

Branch and Willow looked at each other and winced at the thought of the oncoming lecture they were bound to get. "This is all your fault," Branch muttered as they entered the doctor's office.

"How is this my fault?" Willow hissed, nudging her immediate older brother in the ribs. "You're the one who brought up all my injuries."

"And you're the one who mentioned jail," he retorted, wincing at his sore ribs.

"Conversation for later, little siblings," Bruce reminded with a smile. He put a hand on the youngest siblings' shoulders. "Let's focus on making sure Johnny's okay first."

Willow chuckled sheepishly. "Right. John first." She sighed and crossed her arms. "So glad Trollex and Barb decided to hang out at the party."

Dr. Moonbloom blinked when she stepped into the patient's room. "Willow?" She looked at the papers in her hand. "The papers mention a 'John Dory.'" She shrugged and gestured to the bed. "Go ahead and sit up here. Tell me what happened this time."

Willow blushed as her brothers laughed at her expense. "Actually, Dr. Moonbloom, I'm fine. It's my brother who needs help." She gestured to John Dory. "He ate some pineapple before letting me know he was allergic. He got an EpiPen, but since that's only temporary relief, we brought him here. This is John Dory."

Dr. Moonbloom raised an eyebrow before turning to John Dory. "Ah, I see." She smiled. "You'll have to forgive the confusion. I'm just so used to treating Willow, I just assumed she was the one hurt." Willow rolled her eyes as the doctor smiled and gestured to the bed again. "Alright John Dory. Sit up here and we'll get you taken care of."

John Dory sat on the bed as Willow and the other siblings sat on the side as he was being treated. "Good job using an EpiPen as quickly as you did," Dr. Moonbloom praised when she finished treating John Dory. She took her glasses off to clean them. "I would recommend avoiding pineapple in the future, though. You're very allergic, you know."

"Thanks, Doc," John deadpanned. "I never would have known if you hadn't said anything."

Willow smiled as her brother got up from the bed. "Thanks, Dr. Moonbloom. We're going back to the party. See you later." The group walked out of the medic's pod, Willow with a new EpiPen in her hand. "I'm going to find Barb and Trollex now. I'll see you guys at the house, alright?"

"Your partners can wait," John Dory looked at the youngest sibling, unimpressed. "We still need to talk about what happened." He crossed his arms, concerned. "How often do you all get into danger?"

"It hasn't been that often," Willow crossed her arms. "And are we sure this can't wait? They're leaving today."

"And you'll be seeing them in a week," Bruce dismissed. "And I think we've waited long enough to hear what you two have been up to the past twenty-six years, don't you?"

Willow sighed. "Fine. Can I at least go tell them bye? They'll be looking for me later if I don't say anything." At her brothers' skeptical looks, she rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to make a run for it, I promise. You all know where I live anyway, it would be pretty pointless."

At the continued skepticism, Floyd smiled. "How about I join her," he suggested. "That way, she doesn't try to hold off this conversation." He raised an eyebrow at his little sister. "I doubt she'd try to ditch her big brother, who I'd like to remind you, is still in recovery?"

Willow huffed, annoyed. She was planning on spending more time at the party with her partners. "No, I won't try to ditch you." She waved at the other brothers. "We'll catch up at the bunker in a little bit."

Willow and Floyd walked through the party to search for Barb and Trollex. "Are you sure you're feeling up to walking with me to find them?" Willow asked. "You could rest for a minute if you want."

"Nice try, little sis," Floyd chuckled as they kept walking. "You and I both know if I leave you, you won't be back at the bunker until after midnight." He raised an eyebrow. "You really don't want to have this conversation, do you?"

"You mean the conversation where me and Branch tell our older brothers everything we've done in the entire time I've been alive so they can judge all the times we've been in danger or acted recklessly?" Willow snorted. "I wonder why?"

"Hate to break it to ya," Floyd smirked at his little sister. 'But that's what happens with big brothers. They're famous for being judgy of your life choices and lectures about being careful. I should know," he snorted. "I grew up with three of them." He wrapped an arm around his little sister's shoulders at her silence. "How about this? When we get down there, I'll tell you all what I've been up to the past few years, too. That way, it won't just be you and Branch getting lectured." He grimaced. "I haven't made the best life choices while I was alone, so there's going to be plenty of things for them to lecture me about."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Willow asked, raising an eyebrow. "The last thing I want to do is throw you under the bus."

"I'm sure, Willow," Floyd smiled. "The other thing you need to know about big brothers? We're always looking out for the younger ones." He moved to sit down on a chair. "Now, can I trust you not to run off while you're talking to your partners?" He pointed to where the two royals were talking. "I could use a break."

Willow sighed and smiled at her brother. "I won't run off, bro." She helped him sit down before hugging him. "Thank you."

Floyd chuckled into the hug. "No problem." He lightly shoved her away. "Now go kiss your partners goodbye. I'll be right here waiting for you." He smiled and watched his little sister run over to where they saw Barb and Trollex. The trio talked for a couple of minutes, and while they looked disappointed, the royals understood. So with a hug and a kiss for each of them, Willow left her partners to join her older brother at the table she left him at. "You doing okay, Willow?" He asked when she saw the frown on her face.

Willow kicked at the ground and sat beside her brother. "I hate leaving them sometimes," she admitted, crossing her arms. "It stinks not being able to see them more often."

"I get it," Floyd nodded. "At least you'll be seeing them in a week, right? You have date night every other weekend, don't you?" He stood up and gestured for Willow to walk with him to the bunker.

"True," Willow nodded as they walked. "And date nights are always great. It's just-"

"It's not enough, is it?" Floyd interrupted, an understanding smile on his face. He sighed when Willow shook her head in response. "It's okay, little sister. You'll see them again soon." He looked up when they made it to the bunker. "Ready to face the elders?" He gestured to the bunker door with a smirk.

"Not even a little," Willow snorted and unlocked the bunker. "Let's do it though."

When the siblings finally got settled in the living room, Branch and Willow were on the couch surrounded by their older brothers. "No chance of escape now, is there?" Willow chuckled sheepishly at her feeble attempt at a joke.

"Nope," John Dory grinned. "We've got a pretty good idea that if given the chance, you'd leave."

"It's something we're all guilty of," Bruce smiled sheepishly. "Leaving when the conversation gets too hard."

Branch rolled his eyes and leaned back into the couch. "Ain't that the truth? You know, I'm still not convinced you won't book it once we tell you everything."

The siblings fell into an uncomfortable silence as they processed the implication behind Branch's words. They all ran away once when things got too hard to handle. It wouldn't be a stretch to believe they'd take off again. "We're not leaving you guys, Branch," Bruce said after a moment. "We know we screwed up before, and it's going to take a while before you trust that, but we want to be here for you through the good and the bad. But you gotta let us in." He raised an eyebrow. "And that starts with telling us about your life. And no skipping details this time."

The two youngest siblings spent the next few hours telling the oldest siblings everything about their adventures. From their escape from Bergentown to the Rockapocolypse, they made sure not to skip a single event. While they took turns, they also chimed in when they felt the other was forgetting a detail. The oldest siblings stayed silent so they could listen without interruption. "And after the Bergen wedding, we spoke to John Dory and you all know the rest," Willow finished their story.

"I can't believe it," Clay muttered, running a hand over his face. "I can't believe how much you two have been through."

"And most of that has been in the last three years?" John Dory laughed incredulously. "That's insane."

"And you were complaining about our lack of self-preservation," Bruce raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Willow. "Do you have any idea how many times you could have died? I can count at least three times on your trip to rescue the other Trolls from Bergentown alone."

"It wasn't that bad," Willow protested. "Everything turned out okay in the end, didn't it?"

"You broke your ribs," Clay deadpanned. "I don't count that as 'turning out okay." He gripped his hair in frustration. "What kind of Troll would willingly fall off a Bergen-sized dresser?"

"A Troll who is not willing to become a special treat for the Bergen chef," Willow retorted. She sighed, exasperated. "Look, it was either I roll off the dresser and get a little hurt, or I get eaten. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Why would you even risk your lives by going to Bergentown anyway?" John Dory demanded. "You're lucky that Bridget girl was willing to accept help from you all instead of eating you."

"Poppy needed our help," Branch insisted. "We saved all the Pop Trolls that day. If it wasn't for what we did for Bridget, we would have all died."

"And it's not like we would have been safe if we stayed behind," Willow added. "If we had stayed behind, we would have ended up in the pot anyway since Creek betrayed us. And that's assuming Poppy could have survived to Bergentown without us so Creek could betray us."

"I can see why you didn't mention the whole 'turning into a rock zombie' thing when you were telling me about the Rockapocolypse," Floyd muttered, his eyes narrowed. "It doesn't really paint your girlfriend in the best light."

"She's new to being Queen," Willow crossed her arms defiantly. "She thought she was doing the best thing for her people. And we showed her she was wrong. She's better now."

"And that's great," Clay crossed his arms. "But she still turned you both into rock zombies and tried to take over the world. That's messed up, sis."

"Nobody's perfect," Willow grumbled, crossing her arms. "And besides, she apologized for all that."

"And she's been forgiven by literally all of the Troll Kingdoms," Branch added. "So leave her alone about dating Willow."

"Look, the important thing is she makes Willow happy," Bruce pointed out, an amused grin on his face. "And I have seen them on plenty of dates to say she makes our little sister very happy."

"Thank you, Bruce, for reminding me you've been on a quarter of my dates," Willow said through clenched teeth. "Definitely not regretting the continuation of using Vacay Island for a date spot."

"And don't think you're off the hook, Branch," John Dory warned, glaring at the youngest brother. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I love Poppyseed. I think she's great for you. But you went to jail because you couldn't tell her no."

"Yeah, B," Clay shook his head in exasperation. "What were you thinking, man?"

"He wasn't," Willow muttered. She rolled her eyes at the look of betrayal on Branch's face. "Don't give me that. You and Poppy ditched me shortly after that. Are you telling me you were really thinking things through that day?"

"You have a point," Branch grumbled, crossing his arms. He sighed, annoyed. "Alright, so maybe I wasn't fully thinking things through. But I was a mess. It took all the world turning grey for me to finally get the courage to tell her I loved her."

"And you two are adorable together," Willow smiled, wrapping an arm around her immediate older brother. "I'm glad you two are happy together."

"Thanks," Branch smiled at his little sister. "I'm glad you're happy with Barb and Trollex."

Floyd smiled at the two youngest siblings' interaction. He sighed, getting his family's attention. "Alright, a deal's a deal, sis. It's my turn."

The brothers watched in confusion at Willow's frown. "You really don't have to, Floyd. The lectures weren't as bad as I thought they would be."

"Big bro looking out for the younger sibling, right sis?" Floyd smiled at his little sister. "This is me looking out for you."

"What are you talking about?" Branch spoke up, confused. "What 'deal'?"

"I told Willow I'd tell you all what I was up to the past twenty-six years," Floyd answered. "As long as she promised not to run off with her partners. She kept up her end of the deal, so now I will."

When Floyd told Willow he hadn't made the best life choices in the past twenty-six years, she wasn't expecting the amount of poor choices he started talking about. The amount of sour candy he had consumed in the past was impressive and made Branch's slight problem with ring pops seem tame. And then there were the multiple partners he had had in his self-destructive journey. His twenty-six years on the road were not kind to him, and his brief talk with her about his time hadn't even begun to cover it.

Willow frowned in concern. The idea that he would tell their brothers what had happened felt too much to her. He shouldn't have to tell them all of this if he wasn't ready. But there was no stopping him when he got started. By the time he finished, the brothers could only stare. "Bro," Clay started, concern on his face. "What-" He was interrupted when Willow slammed her body into Floyd's.

"Do you know how amazing you are?" Willow murmured into Floyd's shoulder, her voice choked with tears. "I can't believe you went through all of that and still managed to survive. I am so glad you're alive."

Floyd smiled into the hug. "Thanks, Willow. I'm glad I'm alive too. I would have never had the chance to meet my wonderful little sister if I wasn't."

"We've messed up as big brothers," John Dory sighed, face in his hands. "None of this would be happening if we had just stayed."

"He's not wrong," Bruce muttered, glaring at the bunker floor. "If we had just stuck around and worked it out-"

"You would have never met Brandy," Willow interrupted. "You wouldn't be the father of thirteen amazing children and John Dory might have met Hickory, but it wouldn't have been until recently." She sighed and pulled away from Floyd. "There's no point in stewing on 'what-ifs'. It's not going to change what happened."

"Willow is right," Branch said, looking at their brothers. "We need to be able to move past what happened, or we're never going to be a real family again. And I want to be a family again."

"And that means getting over the dumb choices we made in the past," Willow added. "We made mistakes and choices you probably don't like, but they were our choices. They're what's made us the Trolls we are today."

"And you are some pretty amazing Trolls," Clay smiled at his younger siblings. "All three of you."

"And I'd love to get to know the Trolls you are now," John Dory added with a grin of his own.

Willow and Branch looked at each other with a smile. "I think we'd like that," Branch nodded at the brothers.

"And we can start by going to the four a.m. rave," Willow grinned at her brothers. "Branch usually goes every morning, and we haven't been in a while."

Clay grimaced. "Do we really need to go to a rave first?" He asked. "I'm not sure I enjoy the techno music very much."

"And four a.m.?" Bruce winced. "That's a little early for me."

"How about we start small," Branch suggested at the hurt and disappointed look on Willow's face. "Let's start with game night, alright? Does that sound good?"

"Game night sounds good," Willow nodded reluctantly. She looked at Clay. "But tomorrow we need to go have that talk with Poppy and Viva, alright? That conversation about you and the Putt Putt's can't wait for much longer." She hugged her older brothers before walking towards her room. "Today took a lot out of me, and I want to go to the 4 a.m. rave, even if it's by myself. Goodnight, guys. Love you."

"Love you too, little sis," John Dory waved as he watched his little sister close the bedroom door. He sighed and looked at Clay. "So when are you going to tell her you don't plan on moving to TrollsTopia?"

"I don't know," Clay muttered, sinking into the couch. "She seems so excited about me moving here. I don't want to upset her. Especially when we just started getting along."

"It's going to upset her more if you choose not to tell her," Branch warned. He stood up, ready to go to bed. "She'll understand, bro." He smirked. "I can almost bet she's expecting you to say something about not moving here. She's pretty good at figuring stuff out like that. Give her a little credit."

Clay nodded as he watched his youngest brother walk away. "I guess I'm talking to our little sister tomorrow."

Bruce nodded and grinned. "Good luck, little brother," he said, patting Clay on the shoulder. "You're gonna need it."

So Clay doesn't feel comfortable moving to Pop Village. How's Willow going to respond? Better question, is Clay going to have the guts to actually tell her? I hope you all like the chapter everybody! And I know this wasn't the conversation with Clay that I promised, but the writing got away from me again. That conversation is coming though, I promise. Love you guys!