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Creek had been haunted by Branch and The Princess for the last year, he would always see them in the corner of his eyes, taunting him, MOCKING him. These visions only made his rage burn hotter.
But finally he was going to get the relief he deserved, the joy of slitting their throats and watching the life leave their eyes knowing he was the one that did it.
All he had to do was get the last 2 strings. He had always wondered what would happen when he finally returned to the place he once called home. He had last been there months ago when his mole, Crow, gave him the information necessary for this entire plan.
He repeatedly ran his hand along the length of the gun in his jacket. He knew the country Trolls weapons were impressive, but bloody hell these were better than anything he could have ever imagined.
He could only view the village from above through a window on the Angler Bus. He could hear them from all the way up there, sounds of music and parties graced his eardrums.
He slowly breathed in…..then out…..He grabbed one of his drones and used it to glide down. The surrounding greenery began to tower over him once more.
“Play the music” Creek commanded.
Drones upon drones flew out of the Angler Bus above, each of them emitting rock music. The cacophony of music echoed through the village as Creek descended.
“Pop Trolls! I would hand over your string if I were you right now.” Creek mocked. “Cause if you don't….We'll burn this place to the ground.” Creek said….god damn this speech is edgy, why in the hell did he ever think this was threatening?
He looked below, all the Pop Trolls seemed to have disappeared, as if they were never there in the first place. But of course, he knew better than that. He pulled out a trigger and pressed the button. A few seconds later, a loud boom echoed through the village. One of the mushrooms had basically collapsed from the inside, pieces of mushroom scattered around the outside, some pieces covered in a lime green film.
Creek looked into the hole blown into the mushroom there they all were, droves of Pop Trolls, all hiding in that one mushroom. Creek could hear drowned coughing from below him sounding as if the person was underwater. He looked down, covered in his own blood, there he was, Crow.
Either the explosion tore off his arm or the rubble did. A piece of debris crushed his legs leaving Crow helpless, choking on his own blood. Creek could only hear a faint cry coming from Crow.
“You promised me-” Crow was interrupted by a foot coming down on his throat.
Creek bent down and lifted his mask to where only Crow could see his entire face. He moved his mouth right next to his ear , “I lied.” Creek whispered.
Creek increased the pressure on Crow's neck eventually causing a loud snap.
Creek put back on his mask on and looked towards the crowd, their faces contorted into ones of shock and terror, eyes wide, mouths agape. “Put your hands up, all of you.” Creek shouted.
Drones began lining up in front of the hole and shooting nets, once the first one was shot everything devolved into chaos, Pop Trolls were running around, screaming. Some getting trampled in the panic. In all that chaos, Creek noticed one thing, where was The King?
Creek turned to King Peppy's pod in the trees, oh he was in there wasn't he? Creek quickly began mounting the mushroom. As he did he could hear shouting from down below. He could partially see the Rock Trolls taking the few Trolls that stayed in their pods.
Creek eventually reached a point where he could see inside the Kings pod, and sure enough there he was with Viva. He jumped from his spot and held onto the window as he pulled himself up.
“There you are.” He said.
Viva looked him up and down, “Wow…..You are definitely trying way too hard to look badass.” Viva remarked.
“We’ve come to take your string,” Creek said, he reached his hand into his coat and grabbed a hold of the revolver inside. “Tell me where it is.” Creek demanded.
“No???? The fuck????” Viva cursed.
She wasn't taking him seriously? Was this a joke? Creek quickly pulled out his revolver and pointed it straight at her head, “Go on, look outside.”
Viva looked down below, Viva's eyes widened as reality set in, “...What did you do!?” Viva screamed.
“Now you realize I'm not kidding right?” Creek said mockingly. “Where’d all that confidence go? Princess?” Creek grabbed the king and held the revolver to his head. “Now, you're going to show me where the string is, or I'm going to give this place a nice coat of red paint.”
Viva looked rapidly between Her Father and Creek, her breathing began to become more rapid. “Fine, just let him go.” Viva said.
Viva and Creek went down from the pod, Creek had the king in a chokehold with his prosthetic and the revolver pointed to the back of her head. If either of them valued their life right now, they wouldn't try to pull anything.
Viva led him back into the mushroom, The string had been here the entire time!? How did he not notice it!? Viva pointed to a curtain of shiny silver streamers. “It's in there.” Viva muttered.
“Strange, you put up such a fight against that robot a year ago…what changed?” Creek said. Viva looked at him, her eyes got even wide.
“Wait…..how did you know about that?” Viva questioned.
“Oh, because I was there.” Creek said. He moved his hand to his mask and gripped the front, he slowly removed the mask from his face. “It's where I died.” Creek said.
“Creek?” King Peppy said, shocked. His face matching the faces his people made,Viva just stood there stunned.
“Impossible…we SAW you die.” Viva whispered.
Creek tilted his head to the side, “My death was greatly exaggerated.”
The Rock Trolls he brought with him all dropped behind him, “Apprehend them.” Creek said. He went towards the streamers and parted them, the room's darkness eclipsed everything inside, the only light coming from the mask he was holding.
In the dim light he could see the lyre that contained the string…. except….it was empty. How was it empty!? What could have happened to it!?
Creek had no time to process the missing string, when a sticky hand whooshed passed his head.
Creek quickly turned behind him and looked at Viva, “You really thought you could catch me off guard?” Creek shouted. Viva swung again and slammed Creeks head into the wall.
Creek put the string of the sticky hand in a vice grip and pulled as hard as he could, pulling Viva towards him. He swung his knee back and hit her in her stomach.
Viva quickly grabbed his leg with her hair and pulled him down to the floor causing a loud crash. She climbed on top of him, grabbed a nearby book and bashed it onto his face, teal blood splattered on the cover.
Creek raised his hand and slapped her off of him. He began to reach for the other revolver in his coat. He couldn't feel anything, he looked around frantically and saw it laid out on the floor. He quickly lunged to grab it. Viva wrapped her hair around his leg again and tried to pull him back towards her, he frantically picked up the revolver and pointed it at her. Viva's hair proceeded to slap the revolver out of his hand, launching it outside and on the ground.
When he was close enough Creek kicked Viva in the jaw, causing a loud pop as the metal hit her.
Creek quickly made a break towards the revolver again, and picked it up with no difficulty. Another sticky hand came out of the mushroom, once again Creek pulled Viva towards him by the sticky hand and grabbed her arm, and swiftly twisted her arm causing a loud snap as the bone broke.
He rested his foot on the side of Viva's head, “You put up a fight, I commend you for that. But of course,” Creek pointed the gun straight at her head. “I can't have you causing us issues, don't be afraid, your sister will be joining you soon enough.”
He felt a sudden ache of pain in the back of his head, then another, and another. He fell to the ground, the pain in his head throbbing.
“Leave my daughters alone!” King Peppy screamed, King Peppy hit Creek again with his walking stick. Blood began to trickle down onto Creeks cheek.
Something began burning inside of him, his breathing became heavier, his eyes narrowed as his rage grew..How dare he!? This old bastard attacked him, HIM!? Creek couldn't make out what King Peppy was saying. All he could think of in that very moment was payback, swift payback.
Creek shot up from the ground as King Peppy’s back was turned, put him in a chokehold with his hand and plunged his prosthetic into the King's back.
Creek hand stuck out of King Peppy's stomach, crimson blood soaked the entire prosthetic to the point where drops of blood dripped into the ground, The King's eyes were wide and his mouth agape as blood began to trickle from his mouth and onto his blood soaked vest.
Creek pulled his arm out from King Peppy causing a squelching noise and leaving a huge gaping hole in his torso.
Viva's voice echoed through the entire village to the point where the scream could be heard from the heavens, "DAD!" She tried to run towards him but Creek backhanded her with his arm, covering her cheek in her father's blood and knocking her to the ground.
The Rock Trolls held her down onto the ground and tied her hands together. Viva's mouth only emitted strangled screams for her dad and incomprehensible cries as she stared at her father's corpse on the ground.
Creek looked around at the captured pop trolls all around him, Their expressions a mix of horror and outrage. “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU RESIST,” Creek pointed his revolver at the King's dead body. “YOUR KING IS DEAD BECAUSE HE WANTED TO PLAY THE HERO.” Creek screamed. He looked straight at the king and pulled the trigger causing a loud bang. The grass became soaked in King Peppy's blood as his body finally lost all of its color.
Creek turned to the Rock Trolls holding Viva down. “Take them all to the Angler Bus, mention nothing about the king to Queen Barb.” Creek commanded. The Rock Trolls Picked her up off the ground and dragged her to the Angler Bus.
Creek took one last look around the now destroyed Village. He had once called this place home…..once.
This Is what they deserved for leaving him to die, this was what they ALL deserved.