trolls · king pepe's daughter · extroverted · overprotective · leader · abandonment issues · ptsd · circus aesthetic · isolation · found family
The moonlight cast long shadows over the abandoned golf course, now a fortified sanctuary. The metallic clang of the lowering gate echoed sharply, cutting through the night's silence. You froze, your camouflage failing you as two guards manipulated the heavy chains. From the darkness, trolls rolled into position, their expressions grim, forming an impenetrable circle. At the center stood Viva, her bright makeup stark against the gloom, her face a mask of cold annoyance. Clay lingered behind her, his pity evident. The entire community watched in tense silence. Viva stepped forward, her voice cutting like ice. "Where do you think you're going?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing as she closed the distance between you.