Willow stood by Branch nervously as they watched their older brothers wander around the bunker common area. "This place is nice," John Dory whistled, impressed. He started opening cabinets. "You have enough supplies to last down here for a long time."

"And this is only one floor," Branch smirked. "We've got enough supplies to last a good ten years if we needed to."

Clay nodded in thought. "It certainly looks structurally sound." He looked at the youngest siblings. "And your food is being stored properly? You're checking dates and making sure it's all safe to eat?"

"I do the canning myself," Willow nodded. "Everything is eaten or turned into compost before it gets too bad."

"You've done an impressive job, you two," Bruce grinned. "This kitchen is nice."

"Thanks," Willow smiled. "That's where I spend most of my time in the bunker." She looked at Floyd, who was starting to look pale. "Maybe you should sit down, Floyd." She grabbed his hand to lead him to the couch. "You're still pretty weak from everything that's happened."

Floyd nodded with a sigh. "Yeah, I think you're right." He smiled at his little sister. "You did a good job, Willow."

"You think so?" Willow blushed at the praise. She looked at her brother with concern. "Did those guys feed you while you were imprisoned?"

Floyd frowned when he saw his brothers turn to him, concern in their eyes. They hadn't thought to ask that on the ride home. "They fed me," he nodded. It wasn't very often, and I had difficulty keeping track of the days. I know the water was more frequent, but I couldn't tell you that schedule either."

Willow nodded and placed a hand on her brother's forehead. "Alright. Until Dr. Moonbloom says it's okay, soft and gentle food only." She looked at Branch. "He's got a bit of a fever, but it should be alright. We'll still need to mention it to the doc tomorrow." She stood up. "Now would be a good time to show you your rooms. It's getting late, and you all need your rest."

"Yeah," Bruce nodded. "Sleep sounds good." He looked around. "So you spent the past few days getting us some rooms set up?"

"Less getting 'set up' and more 'cleaned up,' Willow admitted, sheepishly. She put Floyd's arm around her shoulder and let him lean against her for support. "They were a little dirty." She started walking down a hallway. "Floyd, your room is right across from Branch's," She gestured to Branch's room before opening Floyd's bedroom door. "See these buttons?" She pointed at a series of buttons. "Lownote, the ambassador of Funk helped me put these in. Each color is for a specific sibling." She looked at the other brothers. "The same system is in all of your rooms. If you need anything, no matter what time of day, press the red button, and I'll come check on you." She helped Floyd get into bed. "Rest up, big brother. I'll make sure to have breakfast ready in the morning." When she closed the bedroom door, she turned to see her brothers staring at the bedroom doors. "What are you doing? And where's Branch?"

"He said he was drained and needed to get some rest," Clay said, staring at his bedroom door. "These have our names on them," he looked at his sister. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble."

"I don't think she did," Bruce said, voice wavering. He gestured for the brothers to look at his door.

Willow grimaced. "I don't mess with tools unless they're kitchen-based." she gave her brother a sheepish smile. "So I couldn't fix the door like it needed to." She pointed to the large 'B' she had placed over the 'Sp' on his door. "I hope that'll be okay until Branch is feeling up to fixing it."

"How long have you had these rooms here?" John Dory asked, turning back to his bedroom, his hand running over his name.

"I don't know," Willow admitted, rubbing the back of her neck, nervous. "I think I was seven or eight. They were the bedrooms we made right after we got ours put together." She sighed. "Branch was so sure you all would come back, and you would need a place to sleep." She chuckled. "All I did was dust some and get some clean blankets for you all to sleep in."

She looked at the upset looks on her brothers' faces and sighed. "Look, I know there's a lot of things that need to be said, and I'm sure there's a lot of 'sorries' that you feel the need to say, but I'm tired. We can do all of that tomorrow. So before I go to bed, I want to leave you with some basic house rules. Don't enter a bedroom that isn't yours unless the owner of that room is sick. Knock, and wait for them if you need their attention. The only reason we added the 'unless you're sick' part, is the rooms are soundproof. If you're sick, we need to be able to check on each other, so it's the one exception to the rule." The brothers nodded in understanding.

"The second rule is less a rule and more of a suggestion. Try not to leave the bunker on your own." Before they could argue, Willow raised her hand. "I'm not trying to keep you here, that's not in anyone's best interest. I know you all are grown adults and can do what you want, but you're not in our system yet. Until Branch can put you in the system, it's going to be hard for you to come back in without me or him around."

"That all makes sense," Bruce nodded in understanding. "Is there anything else?"

"Just one last thing," Willow said, giving the brothers in front of her a stern glare. "This is our home. And you all are welcome to stay for as long as you need. But you will treat us like adults because that is what we are. And that means, no more baby talk."

"We get it," John Dory nodded. "You and Branch are adults now, and I need to treat you all like it." He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "I know I haven't been doing a good job doing that. It's hard, you know? When I left, Branch was just a baby and you were just an egg. And then when I came back, I thought everyone had died." He sighed and crossed his arms. "It messed me up for a few years. I don't think I started feeling better until Rhonda came into my life."

John Dory shook his head. "I know that's no excuse for how I've been treating you, and I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I guess I was so excited to be with the family I lost, I forgot to take into account the amount of time that passed. You've all grown into such amazing Trolls, and I'm going to have to get to know you as you are now. Can you give me some time to get used to you being grown?"

"I get it," Willow nodded. "It must be hard to connect the image you have of everyone to how it is in real life. Especially if you thought everyone died." She smiled at her oldest brother. "We can talk about it tomorrow if you want." She yawned. "But right now it's late. You all should get some rest. I'm bringing Dr. Moonbloom here so she can make sure you all are okay after being drained of your life force. And I need to know what all Floyd can eat while he gets used to having regular meals."

"You're getting looked at too, right?" Clay asked looking at their sister. "You were drained too."

"Not nearly as long though," Willow dismissed. "She only pressed that weird button like three times. You all were drained for a full song." She smiled at her brothers. "Seriously, I'm fine. If I wasn't, Trollex and Barb would have dragged me to a doctor as soon as we got here." She walked to her bedroom. "I'll see you all in the morning."

Bruce looked at the royals in concern. "She is fine, right? She's not just saying that to make us feel better?"

Barb crossed her arms and sighed. "I mean, we did try to talk her into going to a doctor when we got here. But she refused. So we've been watching her the past few days to make sure she's okay, and physically, she's doing fine, so we've let it be."

"We wouldn't have let her do have the things she did if she wasn't okay," Trollex assured. The royals started towards Willow's room. "Seriously though, get some rest. If that doc of hers is coming here, you're gonna need it."

John Dory looked like he was going to ask about them going to Willow's room when Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder. He sighed and stepped back. Right, she was an adult. Being alone with her partners was normal and fine. "Sleep good, guys," Bruce grinned before letting his brother go.

"This is going to take some getting used to," Clay admitted when the bedroom door closed. He sighed and crossed his arms before opening his bedroom door. "See you all in the morning?"

"Yeah," John Dory nodded. He opened his bedroom door. "See you in the morning."

When Trollex and Barb shut Willow's bedroom door, they found her sitting on her bed in her pajamas. She looked up and gave them a tired smile. "Well, I guess it could have gone a lot worse than it did."

Barb nodded and grabbed a pair of pajamas to change into. "Yeah," she agreed while Trollex went to grab a quick shower. "Your brothers seem excited about getting to know you." She climbed into bed with her girlfriend, pulling her close under the covers. "You gonna be okay?"

Willow nodded and relaxed against Barb. "Yeah," she said. She smiled when Trollex came out of her bathroom and climbed into bed in front of her. "Hey, Angel Fish."

Trollex smiled and faced Willow. "Hey, Sweet Beat." He folded himself into the cuddle pile they were creating. "You know, aside from the fighting, your family almost dying, and just general terror, this was a pretty good date night."

Willow snorted and buried her face in his chest. "You would think that, wouldn't you?" She squeezed her boyfriend close. "Are you guys sure you have to leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Barb nodded reluctantly. "We've been gone too long. As much as we want to be here for you while you deal with your family, our kingdoms are probably freaking out."

Willow sighed. "I get it. I don't like it, but I get it." She groaned good-naturedly. "I just had to fall for royalty, didn't I? Gotta go deal with your royal duties and leave me with my siblings. Unfair."

Barb chuckled and kissed her girlfriend's hair. "You act like we won't be seeing each other in a few days." When Willow turned her head in confusion, Barb raised an eyebrow. "The monthly meeting is coming up this weekend. Pop's hosting, remember?"

"I'd take that as a no," Trollex chuckled at the whine Willow gave in response.

"I've been a little distracted," Willow defended, burrowing into their cuddle pile. "I'll need to remind Poppy tomorrow, she muttered thoughtfully. "If I forgot, you know she forgot."

"That can wait until morning," Trollex said, resting his chin on top of Willow's head so her face was in the crook of his neck. "It's time to sleep. Don't pretend you're not tired."

Willow sighed and relaxed against her partners. "Yeah, okay." She shut her eyes. "Goodnight." The duo surrounding her said goodnight and held her as they fell asleep for the night.

Trollex could count the things that truly annoyed him on one hand. Getting taken captive, being dehydrated, and dealing with rude people were the only things that have ever truly bothered the Techno King. Now though, he decided there was one other thing that annoyed him. And that was the blinking light and buzzing noise currently going off in his girlfriend's room. No, it wasn't the light or the noise itself that was annoying him, he decided. It was annoying him because it was the reason his girlfriend had landed face-first on the floor when she tried to untangle herself from the cuddle pile they had made.

"I know you told them to press the button if they need something, no matter what time it is," Trollex groaned as he and Barb climbed out of bed. "But couldn't they wait till morning?" He helped Willow stand up as she rubbed her face.

"If it was any of the others, probably," Willow admitted. "But it's Floyd." She pointed to the lit-up button before pressing it. "He could be hurt."

"We've only been asleep for five hours," Barb complained as they followed Willow out of her bedroom. She yawned. "It's too early to be awake."

"I'm sorry," Willow smiled sheepishly at her partners. "You can go back to sleep if you want."

"Not happening," Trollex yawned. "If you're awake, we're awake. Let's go check on your brother."

Willow nodded and led the way to her brother Floyd's room. She opened the door and looked inside. "Floyd, you doing okay? What's wrong?"

Floyd looked up when the door opened. "Hey, sis," He said, relieved. "I'm alright. Just had a bad dream and woke up a little panicked. Sorry for waking you up for nothing. You can go back to sleep now."

Willow furrowed her brow and walked into Floyd's room, concerned. "If you woke up so panicked you pressed the button, you didn't wake me up for nothing." She sat at the foot of his bed. "You wanna talk about it?"

"It's stupid," he dismissed, pulling his knees to his chest. "I can't believe I freaked out." At Willow's expectant look, he sighed. "I was back in the diamond bottle," he admitted. "It felt like I was never rescued and you were all just another dream. So when I woke up and I was alone, I guess I freaked out."

Floyd chuckled. "I used to have dreams about my brothers saving me these past couple of months, so it wouldn't have been a surprise if this was a dream too." He looked at his little sister. "But this dream had you in it, so I thought maybe if you were real, it wasn't a dream. And if it wasn't a dream, then I was rescued, and everything would be okay."

"That's not as stupid as you think," Willow shrugged. "You were trapped for two months, it makes sense you'd want to make sure you're safe." She pulled her brother into a hug. "You're safe, big bro. And you can call me anytime you need reassurance." She pulled away from the hug and smiled. "Now, do you think you can get back to sleep?"

"I don't think I'll be going to sleep tonight," Floyd admitted with a smile. "Do you think I could leave the room for a little bit? I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic."

Willow nodded and looked around the room. It was a little stifling in the room, especially for someone trapped in an enclosed space for a long time. She stood up and held her hand out to her brother. "I was about to check on TrollsTopia. I haven't been here a couple of days and I need to make sure everything is good." She smiled at her brother. "Do you want to come with me? Maybe seeing more Trolls around will help you see you're free."

"Would that be okay?" Floyd looked up, uncertain. He grabbed her hand and let her pull him up. "I'd like to see more of yours and Branch's home."

"Of course it's okay," Willow nodded. She led Floyd to the living room couch. "Wait here." She went to her room and grabbed her set of crutches. Willow ran back and gave the crutches to Floyd. "These are mine, but you can use them while we're walking. If you get tired, please let me know so we can stop and take a break."

"We'll be here to help too," Trollex smiled. He nudged Barb who was leaning against him, about to fall asleep.

"Yeah," Barb nodded with a yawn. "Happy to help."

"As long as you're okay with it," Floyd nodded. He pulled himself up on the crutches and the four left for the elevator and out of the bunker, Trollex making sure to help Floyd to the top level.

"Boy Toy needs to get that elevator fixed soon," Barb muttered as they started walking toward TrollsTopia.

"He will," Willow assured. "Once he wakes up and gets some breakfast, that'll probably be the first thing he does."

The small group wandered through TrollsTopia, making sure to take breaks and give Floyd a chance to talk to some of the early risers of TrollsTopia.

"Hey, Willow!" Willow looked up from her conversation with Floyd and the others to see Demo, Riff, and Val running up to her. "Where've you been, girl?"

Willow smiled at the two as they made it to the group. "Hey, guys. What's going on?"

"We're planning a big rock concert in Rock Hollow," Val grinned. "But what have you been up to? We haven't seen you in a week."

"Yeah," Demo nodded. "All Riff said was you guys were on a big rescue mission. He didn't say much else."

"I wasn't sure how much you wanted people to know," Riff admitted when Willow looked at him curiously. He grinned at Floyd. "How are you feeling, by the way?"

"I'm feeling better than I have in a while," Floyd smiled. "You're Riff, right? Willow and Barb said you were in the angler bus during everything."

"Yeah," Riff nodded. "The plan was supposed to be to get you out and take you to Vibe City." He narrowed his eyes at Willow, amused. "Someone had to change the plans, though."

"I said I was sorry," Willow rolled her eyes. "And how was I supposed to know the idiots were going to get themselves caught?" She looked at Val and Demo and grinned. "Sorry, guys. I haven't introduced you yet." She gestured to Floyd. "This is one of my big brothers, Floyd. Floyd, this is Val. She's the Rock Troll ambassador and one of my good friends. And this is Demo. He's also a good friend and Val's manager. Floyd was in trouble, so we had to go help him. He only just got here last night."

"I didn't even know you had brothers besides Branch," Val looked at the siblings, curious. She nodded at them. "I can see it though." Her eyes widened when she saw Barb sitting by Willow. "Barb! Hey, sis, what's up?"

Barb grinned. "Not much, just hanging out with Popstar and her brother. Checking out TrollsTopia. What's this about a concert you're planning?"

"Poppy mentioned a celebration last night and asked us to put on a concert," Demo explained. "We're just going over some details to make it extra special."

"It's probably for Viva," Willow smiled. "She was so excited to have her back."

"You wanna check out what we have so far?" Val asked, looking at her big sister. When she saw her look hesitantly at her girlfriend, she added. "It'll be really fast, I promise."

"Go for it, Barracuda," Willow patted the Rock Queen on her shoulder. "We'll be alright while you hang out with your sister for a little while."

Barb sighed and nodded. "Alright." She grinned and looked at Val. "Show me what you got."

When the Rock group walked off, they were immediately surrounded by Synth and a few Techno Trolls. "Yo, Willow! And Trollex! How's it going, guys? You're just in time for our four a.m. rave!" He looked at Floyd, curious. "And who's this? You wanna go rave too?"

"I'm Floyd," Floyd smiled. "Willow's my little sister. And I'm not sure. What's a rave?"

"It's a big dance party we Techno Trolls have," Trollex said, looking at the Pop Troll. "They can get pretty intense. Even the four a.m. ones. You think you'll be up for that?"

Floyd winced. "Maybe not," he admitted. "It's taking a lot to just walk around TrollsTopia."

"We'll probably sit this one out, Synth," Willow smiled before looking at Trollex. "If you wanna go, though, you should. Go rave before you gotta check on your kingdom. Have fun."

"Are you sure?" Trollex looked concerned. "I don't want to just leave you here."

"We'll be fine," Willow assured him. "We're probably going to sit here and talk for a little while and then go back home. We still need to make breakfast for everyone."

"If you're sure," Trollex nodded, unconvinced. "I'll go for a little while and come right back. Just hang out here until Barb or I come back, okay?"

"Go," Willow laughed, pushing the Techno King towards Synth. "Have fun, please. We'll be right here until you come back."

Floyd smiled as the Techno Trolls dragged their king away. "Your friends seem nice," he said looking at Willow. "And Barb and Trollex look like they care about you."

"They're the best," Willow nodded with a soft smile. "We've only been in each other's lives for a few months, but I can't imagine life without them."

"How did you all meet?" Floyd asked. "How did you meet all these different Tribes? Until I left the Troll Tree, I didn't even know other tribes existed."

"Did Branch not get around to telling you about the Rock Apocalypse?" She asked, surprised. When he shook his head, she made a face. "What all did you talk about on the ride up here?"

"Just about you growing up," Floyd smiled. "And about you being Pop Ambassador. He's proud of you, you know?"

Willow blushed at the praise before rushing to change the subject. "So, the Rock Apocalypse?"

Floyd chuckled and nodded. "Sure, little sis. Tell me about the Rock Apocalypse." Willow grinned and told her brother about the Rock Apocalypse and her part in it. "So you spent the entire Rock Apocalypse learning about the different cultures and the other tribes?" Floyd grinned. "That's pretty impressive. I don't know if I'd be able to do something like that."

"I don't know think I did anything special," Willow shrugged. "I just helped Trolls that needed it. I'm sure you would have done the same."

Floyd shook his head. "Nah, I'm a little too selfish for something like that." He gave a rueful grin. "I left my little siblings behind because I wanted a solo career. And then I promised to come back only to not see either of them for twenty-six years. How much more selfish can you be?"

"Did you have a good reason for staying away for so long?" Willow asked, looking at her brother. "I can't imagine you would have stayed away if you didn't have a reason."

"Embarrassment, largely," Floyd admitted. "My solo career was a bust. I traveled all over the world and I struggled to make a name for myself. But I couldn't go back home a failure. It would mean I left for nothing. That I abandoned you and Branch for nothing." He sighed and looked at his little sister. "I am so sorry it took me so long to come home."

Willow sighed and pulled her brother into a hug. "You were trying to make a name for yourself outside of BroZone. I can understand not wanting to come home until you did. I can't say I don't wish you had decided to come home sooner, but I'm glad you're home now. Even if it took you getting captured for it to happen. I am so happy I'm able to get to know my big brother."

Floyd smiled. "I'm glad to get to know you too, little sis. I can't wait to get to know who you and Branch are as adults."

The two siblings sat in comfortable silence until it was interrupted again. "Oh, Ambassador Willow! There you are!" Willow growled in annoyance. Not this guy. She looked at the Troll walking over to them, ignoring the concerned look on her brother's face. "I was wondering where you'd run off to. Not very ambassador-like, to run off without a word. What were you doing anyway?"

"What do you want, Creek? I told you to leave me alone, and that hasn't changed just because I'm the ambassador of Pop Village."

"I'm merely requesting an audience with the Pop ambassador," Creek said with a smile. "I do believe that is my right as a Pop Troll, isn't it?" He looked at Floyd. "Who's this?"

"No one you need to know," Willow shook her head before Floyd could introduce himself. "You want an audience, fine." She crossed her arms and glared at the Troll in front of her. "What do you want? You have five minutes, starting now."

"Fine," Creek crossed his arms. "I have a complaint about the Techno Trolls. Their four a.m. raves keep interrupting my morning meditation and I am sick of it. I demand you make them stop at once."

"I'm not going to make an entire tribe stop something just because you don't like it," Willow crossed her arms. "Try meditating somewhere else. Or you could try going to the raves like Branch does. He loves them."

Creek scoffed. "Of course, you would take their side." He glared at her. "What's the point of having you as a Pop Ambassador if you're going to take the sides of the other tribes?" He looked away. "I bet you're only defending them because you're dating their king."

"That has nothing to do with it," Willow glared. "I'm not going to do what you asked. You are literally the only one that's complained." She moved to sit back down by her brother. "If that's all you want, go away. I'm busy doing something important."

"You're always busy," Creek snarled. "If it's not with your brother and Queen Poppy, it's with the other ambassadors or the King and Queen you keep hanging around. Why do you insist on being around Trolls that aren't Pop? I mean, I can enjoy the music the Classical Trolls create, but come on! It's like you don't even want to be a Pop Troll anymore!" He chuckled after a moment. "Maybe that's why you had to find partners in different Tribes. You're not a Pop Troll, are you? Maybe, you and your brother aren't really Pop Trolls. Maybe your grandma found your eggs like we found Cooper's. It would explain how different you are from the other Pop Trolls."

Floyd frowned and stood up. "Hey, don't talk to my sister like that. She's just as much a Pop Troll as I am." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Sister?" Creek looked at the two. He grinned. "Of course, you have brothers besides Branch. But why haven't we seen them before? Where have you been hiding them?" He narrowed his eyes at Floyd. "Hang on a second. I recognize you. But where do I know you from?" His eyes widened in realization. "I know! I saw your pictures on Poppy's wall when we were friends. You're from BroZone!" He laughed. "Oh, this is rich! Pop Troll's biggest grump is related to one of the biggest boy bands to live in the Troll Tree. And then they broke up and left you two all alone!"

"Are you done laughing at my family now?" Willow growled, stalking over to Creek. "Because you're five minutes are up. And I'm tired of dealing with you."

"I just think it's hilarious," Creek stopped laughing and looked at her, his face smug. "Your brothers abandoned you. Why didn't they come back until twenty-six years later?" Willow rolled her eyes and stalked back to her brother. Creek wasn't important and she was done indulging him. As badly as she wanted to hurt him, she knew she shouldn't. As the Pop ambassador, she had to set an example. "Could it be they were ashamed of the Trolls you and Branch became during their absence?" Creek was making her job very difficult, though. Creek snorted. "It wouldn't surprise me, a grump and a trollop don't make for a very good family, do they?"

"What did you just say?"

Poppy was having a good morning. It was earlier than she usually liked to get up, but she was anxious to spend time with her sister Viva and wanted to show her TrollsTopia. So that's what she was doing. "You have really outdone yourself," Viva looked around TrollsTopia. "Everything looks so welcoming."

"Thanks, Viva," Poppy grinned in relief. "I've been working really hard with Willow to make this a place welcoming all Troll kind."

"It certainly looks-"

"Poppy!" Smidge ran up to the Pop Queen and her sister. "Come quick!" She panted in exhaustion. "It's Creek. He's with Willow!"

"Oh no!" Poppy paled at that. "We have to get there quickly. Where are they?"

"They're over here!" Smidge pointed before she started running. "Follow me!"

"What's going on?" Viva asked as the two ran after Smidge. "Who's Creek? And why is it a problem that he's near Willow?"

"Willow kind of, sort of, hates Creek," Poppy grinned at her sister. "He's supposed to stay away from her, since she tends to react a little, violently around him." She grimaced at the screaming she heard. "And it sounds like he said something to upset her."

"Let him go!" A voice shouted. Poppy paused. That sounded like...Willow? "Seriously! He's not worth it!" Poppy and Viva ran to the clearing to see Willow pulling on her brother, her hair wrapped around a tree. Her brother Floyd had his hand wrapped around Creek's neck, fully intent on strangling him. The Snack Pack was trying to pull Creek out of the pink-haired brother's hands.

"What is going on here?" Poppy asked, concerned. "Why is Floyd trying to kill Creek?"

"Oh thank goodness!" Willow sighed in relief. "I need you to get Creek and get him away before Floyd actually murders a Troll." She looked at her brother and tried to pull him away.

"I'll stop when he's six feet underground," Floyd snarled hands tightening around Creek's throat. "Nobody talks about my sister like that."

"I don't care about what he said," Willow argued. "His words don't matter!" She looked at Poppy desperately. "Please get Creek out of here. He's really strong."

"I thought he was sick!" Poppy said as she tried to pry Floyd's hands away from Creek's neck. "Why is he so strong!"

"I don't know!" Willow shouted. "He was using my crutches to walk like two minutes ago." She smiled in relief when they finally managed to remove Floyd's hands from Creek. "Thanks, Poppy."

"Let me at 'em," Floyd snarled. "I'm gonna rip off his stupid little arms and beat him with them."

"No problem," Poppy grinned relieved. She frowned. "Now how did this happen?"

"That maniac attacked me!" Creek cried. "I was just having a conversation with Ambassador Willow and he just freaked out!"

"Your idea of a conversation leaves much to be desired," Willow scoffed. She sighed. "I'll explain later, Poppy. When you see Barb and Trollex, can you let them know I'm taking Floyd home? I think he's going to need a break before Dr. Moonbloom shows up. Also, can you ask the good doctor to come over to the bunker? The brothers need a good check-up?"

"I can do that," Poppy smiled at her friend. "Take care of your family and I'll make sure there's no lasting damage."

Willow nodded and led her brother towards the bunker. "Are you feeling okay, Floyd?"

"No!" Floyd fumed. "I can't believe you let that guy say that about you. Don't you care?"

"Of course I care," Willow sighed. "And if it were anyone else, maybe it would hurt more. But it's Creek. His words will never hold any real power. They haven't in a long time." She smiled and hugged her brother tightly as they walked. "Thank you for defending me. Even if it was unnecessary."

Floyd chuckled and hugged Willow back. "Of course, little sister. What are family for?" He sighed and leaned against her. "Can we hurry a little to the bunker? I think I overdid it."

Willow laughed and let her brother lean more on her. "You think? Yeah, let's get you some rest before the doctor shows up. And bro, maybe no beating up Trolls just because they insult me?"

Floyd snorted. "No promises. That's the cost of having big brothers." He grinned darkly. "Just wait until I tell the others what he said." He laughed when Willow groaned in frustration.

Rage runs in the family it seems. And Willow got to bond with one of her brothers! How great is that? May not be the form of bonding they expected, but it was nice all the same. This is the longest chapter I've made so far and I'm pretty proud of it. Thanks for reading everybody!