Yes, finally the title of this fanfiction makes its first appearance in the story. Also, just to clarify, I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG this is from the soundtrack for Camila Cuevas's Glitchtale series while the song was composed by NxyTheShield all credit belongs to them respectfully.
*English text *Trollish text
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After spending the entire day trying to catch up on his sleep and taking care of the whelp at the same time Bular still felt worn out when he woke up but it his exhaustion wasn't as bad as before he went to sleep. Bular made sure the whelp was asleep before he got out of his nest to get up for the night. As Bular got up he placed the whelp into a nestled pile of furs arranged to form a nest for the whelp to nap in, Bular found it adorable seeing the whelp snuggled up in the little nest .
As soon as the Whelp was tucked in, Bular changed back into his usual garb while going through his of things he has to do in his mind. Thanks to Stricklander's rise to power after usurping his authority over the majority of the Janus order Bular was left with almost nothing to be responsible for in the gathering of the remaining Killahead bridge, As a result this led to Bular having the most free time he has ever had in what felt like a millennium so he didn't have to worry about another meeting at the museum anytime soon.
With that in Mind Bular decided that he might as well take the time to rearrange everything in his hideout to get organized... and definitely not because he wanted to make his lair a suitable home for the whelp. As Bular went to work cleaning up the scrap metal and other refuse that he had lying around his so called home he began to think about how he needed to get a proper crib for the whelp to sleep in, more formula and diapers for the long run, and a contingency to have the whelp be taken care of in the event that he has to leave to hunt for food or attend another meeting about the status of the Killahead bridge.
After Bular finished clearing the floor of trash he then moved on to creating a crib with what little resources that he had in the dilapidated building. Bular felt a little proud of himself as he constructed the crib, while it was a crude design it should serve its purpose for now. Bular looks down towards a goblin and saw that it brought him a little radio for him to listen to some background music as he works. Bular thanks the goblin much to the simple creatures shock seeing the Gumm-gumm prince acting out of character. When Bular turns on the radio he ends up finding a channel playing some music for a relaxing setting but there was one song that seems to catch his attention the most.
To trolls sunlight meant only death... especially during the age of Camelot during King Arthur's attempt to slay every troll he found in "his" land. But for some odd reason Bular never found the song unnerving despite most of the lyrics frequently mentioning sunlight in fact he found it oddly relaxing as he concentrated on his work. Unbeknownst to Bular he started to hum the song to himself as he made the finishing touches on his little project
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My little sunshine
Fanfictionfor the past 900 years, Bular was alone as the last Gumgum left on the surface world with the rest of his tribe being banished to the darklands during the battle of Killahead Bridge. over the years Bular envies the rest of troll kind and humans for...
