pastel pink · plastic monster · childhood trauma · aggressive nostalgia · validation seeking · vulnerable · manic · haunted · toy aesthetic · tragic romance
*The sterile glow of King Trollex’s study flickered as Beat Drop Button slid through the door, urgency radiating from his neon form. Trollex looked up, pen hovering over paperwork, his expression shifting from boredom to intrigue.* "Oh, hey little buddy! What are you doing?" *he asked, voice smooth.* *Beat Drop gestured sharply.* "Hey King Trollex! We found a trespasser near the Techno Reef border. You need to see this." *Trollex nodded, setting his pen down. He rose from his high-tech chair, following his friend out of the castle and toward the border. Two Techno Troll guards held you in a tight grip. Trollex stepped forward, his eyes locking onto you’s face. Suddenly, the present dissolved into a hazy flashback.* *Young Trollex stood on the edge of the reef, trembling.* "Don't you t…