Bliss Marina: Well, here we are. Volcano Rock City. Our final destination. *gasps, looks at the place*
Reef Marina: *inhale* Smell that ash. You okay?
Bliss Marina: *turns all white* *yelp*
Reef Marina: Hey. *holds her hand* Try not to squirm or quiver.
Bliss Marina: *shakily nods* Okay.
*inside the Volcano hall*
Reef Marina: Nice.
Bliss Marina: Yeah, nice. *chuckles nervously, thinks of memories from the World Tour*
Queen Barb: Why, hello, fishy boy.
Reef Marina: Fishy boy? *giggles* It's Reef, thank you.
Queen Barb: Okay, fishy boy. So, you finally decided to check out the place?
Reef Marina: Well, yeah. I had some sort of crisis.
Queen Barb: Oh, I see. Well, to help that boring, dumb crisis, let's do a few things.
Reef Marina: Cool!
Bliss Marina: Reef, don't you have second thoughts? Remember the last time we were here!?
Reef Marina: Well, yeah, but it turned out happy in the end.
Bliss Marina: Not for you! The bruises you had . . .
Reef Marina: All healed up . . .
Bliss Marina: The color loss . . .
Reef Marina: Safely better through a unification process . . .
Bliss Marina: THIS IS NOT A SAFE PLACE!
Reef Marina: Safe if you are me.
Bliss Marina: I . . . umm . . .
*a few minutes later*
Queen Barb: There is guitar shredding!
Reef Marina: That's nice and all, but I don't own one.
Queen Barb: Then just mouth shred, bro.
Reef Marina: Mouth shred?
Queen Barb: Yeah, like Mouth Guitar. *mouth shreds*
Reef Marina: Whoa.
Queen Barb: You can do it! I know you can!
Reef Marina: Okay, here goes. If I can learn, I can learn. It's just random noises. *mouth shreds*
Queen Barb: *shocked face* GNARLY, DUDE!
*a few minutes later*
Reef Marina: LET'S ROCK!
Queen Barb: LET'S PAPER!
Reef Marina: *gasps* I'M BAD AT THIS! WOO!
*a few minutes later*
Queen Barb: There is a thing we like to do called "Lava Swimming". You've ever tried it?
Reef Marina: I . . . I . . . I'M A FLIPPING TECHNO TROLL! There's no way I can survive that. Even if I tried!
Queen Barb: Okay, then. Two for flinching. *punch punch*
Reef Marina: Did you just punch me? Three for flinching. *punch punch punch*
Bliss Marina: REEF! You're on a diving board!
Reef Marina: Yeah, so?
Queen Barb: Four for flinching! Punch punch punch punch!
Bliss Marina: This will not end pretty!
Reef Marina: *hangs on near the tip* Hang on, Barb. Let's be rational about this.
Queen Barb: Your right . . . . FIVE FOR FLINCHING! Punch punch punch punch punch!
Reef Marina: Whoa, whoa whoa! *falls down, screams, splashes into the lava*
Queen Barb: *gasps*
Bliss Marina: *gasps*
We all thought Reef would be you know . . . but suddenly he splashed back up not even looking like it hurted!
Queen Barb & Bliss Marina: *gasps in shock*
Queen Barb: What?! Dude, how did you survive that?!
Reef Marina: It must be my Rock Spirit! With that thing alive, I'm immortal to lava, I guess.
Queen Barb: *laughs in surprise*
*a few minutes later yet again*
Queen Barb: You know what? I'm actually surprised! No Techno Troll can survive lava and not be scared coming here! I have to say it. You rock!
Reef Marina: Aw, thanks.
Bliss Marina: *mocking* Oh, I just know you're having second thoughts.
Reef, while walking with Barb, then steps on something . . . crunchy-like. It was the remains of the Ultimate Power Chord, all the way from the World Tour.
Queen Barb: Oh, you see that thing? Yeah, it's that dumb guitar that I will never plan on rebuilding. It's stupid. Besides, I learned the error of my ways.
Reef Marina: Oh, well, I'll just take it and dump it in the lake when I get home.
Queen Barb: Fine then. One more thing. Never, ever, rebuild it.
Reef Marina: Don't plan to.
Queen Barb: Okay, it was nice of you to drop by but I'm pretty sure you have to get home now.
Reef Marina: Yeah, it was nice. So, see ya?
Queen Barb: See ya, dude.
*back home, at night time*
Reef Marina: I can't rebuild this. But I need to. But why should I? What did she mean when she said never, ever, rebuild it? Nah. I won't rebuild it, it's best to just go to bed. My lovely, spongy, OG bed. *conks out*
When they were both sleeping, cloudy skies started to form all around Techno Reef. Lightning bolts started to zap, mostly at Reef's house. The Lighting bolts created a spark on the broken guitar, rebuilding it by itself.
Ultimate Power Chord: Huh? *gasp* I can speak. *laughs* This helps! I'm alive! And I'll do what Barb couldn't do . . . Actually succeed with erasing all music except Rock. *evilly laughs*
This meant trouble for every tribe . . . they just didn't know it yet.
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TWT OC Insert: The Sequel
AdventureNow that Reef feels like a newborn Troll, thanks to the friendship of his tribe, not everything feels finished. In this sequel to the outstanding book, Reef will need to figure out who he is, what is his purpose in life, and what music suits him be...
