GOOD EVEVNING PEPPY ASSISINATION AU????? IM ALL EARS ^w^
OK OK SO IVE BEEN TALKING ABT THIS IN A TROLLS SERVER IM IN SO HERES THE GENERAL IDEA
so it would take place a couple of months after tbt and Viva is going through it with learning abt the fact her father pretty much erased her memory/presence with the pop trolls post bergen escape along with many other things ( like the strings/the other troll genres ) . Poppy is also going through it with the realization that " oh my god my dads an awful person " ( she and peppys relationship was already rlly rocky post twt ) and eventually after Viva and Cooper offically meet and they have a dicussion abt how Peppy screwed them over Viva kinda snaps and is like " i want this man dead "
Coopers pretty much on board with this bc he knows how Viva feels bc post twt he was also going through it with the fact Peppy hid the truth from him too. They bring up the idea with Poppy whos a lot more hesitant bc Peppy didnt fuck her over as badly as he did them and yknow the fact that peppy is the only living parent Poppy and Viva have. However after stumbling upon this
( btw the source for this is apparently from the trolls remix rescue game btw )
its Poppys final straw and she agrees to the plan. So they decide to hire one of the bounty hunters ( i havent decided who but im gonna go with either Dickory or like some sort of oc/unknown troll kind of deal ) to kill him but before that they decide to have a family dinner with him ( like a one last meal kind of situation ) so they can tear into him abt how shitty of a dad he is/was. a whole argument ensues and after the trio leave Peppy gets fucking eviscerated by the bounty hunter
The trio hide the body to the best of their abilities but the body was found anyways and the act 2 of this movie is basically a whole murder investigation and interrogation along with the trio telling their trusted companions abt this ( particularly Branch for Poppy, Clay for Viva and the Funk Fam for Cooper )
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team black and team green stans is a real madhouse, that's why I don't interact with almost anyone in this fandom, it's divided into stupidity and lack of text interpretation
I feel you. A lot of people in this fandom are straight up insufferable 🤦🏽♀️ You can’t even voice your opinion without someone jumping on you and telling you that you’re wrong.
And yep, even when you bring in the text(which they swear they have read), you still have people getting mad at you because it doesn’t support their little headcanons. Which at that point they need to hang it up and call it a day, but they never do🫠
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ok i wasnt going to post anything about this until i finished the entire thing but the side stories are making me really regret not posting the chapters of my fanfic that have been finished because no ones gonna believe i came up with this stuff years before reading them lol
its gonna be a long time til im ready to share the entire story (if ever) but ive realized now i really want at least the opening paragraphs of the first chapter to be read by others, even i never finish the rest... hope u guys like it
Yes… I was certainly called that once upon a time.
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My name was Kim Dokja.
A name pronounced like "reader". A name that meant "only son". Yeah… this name got me into a lot of trouble, didn’t it?
The name felt both foreign and familiar, like a walk down the street of your childhood home after many years away. A backdrop so similar yet never the same, populated by faces you no longer recognize.
It was strange.
I used to be so sure that I hated that name. Hated the body attached to that name. Hated its memories and its thoughts. Hated the very life that was "Kim Dokja".
As far back as I could remember, I had wanted so badly to cast those things away. I would have done anything, to stop being myself.
「But… it was strange.」
It was strange because I had definitely succeeded.
After 28 (or so) years of life, I had finally utterly ceased to be myself. I had become nothing more than a point of awareness. A being with no body, no name, no memories, no thoughts. A being with just a single desire.
「The desire to read.」
And read I did.
I read the stories of many people. An uncountable number of people. They were people like me. Readers to their cores and sick of their own circumstances, desperate to slip into the lives of others and wear them like a new coat.
Well, to be exact… they weren’t just like me.
They were me.
Or perhaps more accurately, I was them. I was them but I wasn’t them. I was the "them" that watched them. I was their subconscious. I was their higher self. I was what they were when they peeled away the layers of their egos, when they peered into the depths of their souls and forgot themselves. I was what told them they were here. I was what told them to keep going. I was their desire to continue, to finish the story, to keep reading, reading, reading.
I was the reader that read their stories, the protagonist that lived their stories, the writer that wrote their stories, and I was what confirmed their very existence.
I had once read that a particle collapsed its wave-function only after being observed.
Early quantum physicists had conducted experiments where they fired particles one by one at two small slits placed in front of a detection wall.
When the slits went unobserved, the particles formed an interference pattern on the wall behind them, as a wave would—behaving as if they had somehow gone through both slits simultaneously. The unwatched particles, astonishingly, seemed to exist in a superposition of all possible states and probabilities. Everywhere and yet nowhere all at once.
Only after a measuring device was placed by the slits (to find out which one the particles had actually gone through) did they collapse into just a single possibility, clearly passing through just one slit and forming a pattern consistent with that observation.
Scientists were stumped, how could a measuring device change the state of matter? It was as if the simple act of observing was somehow essential to determining what had previously seemed unquestionable: reality itself.
「Without someone to witness existence… would anything even exist?」
So I became the sole observer of this existence. I read their stories and I gave the universe its shape. I was the Order that gave context to Chaos. I was the Chaos that gave Order its purpose. I was the One that had become Two. I was the Two that wished to be One. I was the Character singing their tale. I was the Fable they wished to tell.
I was no one.
「I was everyone.」
I was nothing.
「I was everything.」
I was the Universe itself. I existed only to tell others they exist, so that they, in turn, would perpetuate existence.
「And in doing so…」
I had succeeded completely in wiping "myself" out of this existence.
...
So why...? I wondered, in a half awake state.
「Why do I still exist?」
And why—oh god—did that make me so happy...
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