If you're not into werewolves, I suggest skipping this italicized part. Other than that, enjoy!
“Who are you?" asked a young yellow Pop Troll with white hair and wearing a purple dress covered in dirt.
“My name is Darkus," answered a dark green Hard Rocker with piercing red eyes, hair black as night, and only dressed in tattered brown shorts. “And I hate to admit, but the dogs who attacked you were my own pack."
“Your pack? What are you talking about?" the girl wondered as Darkus crept up to her with a frightening yet alluring hunger in his eyes.
“You are the White Wolf, Fiona," he explained, his voice dropping an octave. “It was told that you would bring down a tyrant. Our Alpha believes you are meant to overthrow him, so he will stop at nothing to see you dead. Which is why I cannot let you leave. The only way to protect you is to keep you locked up here with me."
“I'm cold..." Fiona whimpered as Darkus grabbed her by the waist.
“I'm sure we can warm this cave up..."
“CUT!" Willow shouted as the two actors pushed each other away. “What the frosting, guys?! This is supposed to be an epic fantasy about fighting oppression! Not steamy, supernatural... smut!"
“Sorry, WD," the actor playing Darkus said, now speaking in an Irish accent. “We're just reading the script your assistant gave us."
“Assistant? What assistant?"
“Uh, you're welcome!" a pink teenage Troll with sea foam green hair hollered.
Willow huffed once she heard her sister's voice. “Karen."
“Willow, werewolves are HOT!" Karen claimed as she chewed on a piece of gum. “The way they growl at you and stare at you and grip you with their claws... No self-respecting werewolf lover is going to watch one of their movies when all it's about is some chosen one and doesn't have any of that supernatural steam."
“What is wrong with you?" Willow muttered in disbelief.
“Yeah," the actor agreed. “I'm having trouble figuring out this character. Is he a rogue or an outcast or wanted for a crime he didn't commit? I mean, what the hell am I doing here?!"
Fiona's actress nodded. “And this dialogue has none of the wit and sparkle of Lady Marigold."
“Girl," Karen said to Willow, “are you really going to let these artsy fartsy types ruin the project?"
“Can't be worse than what my ‘assistant' did," Willow said sarcastically. “Now, get off my set."
“Fine, jerk," she mumbled as she walked away.
“The rest of you go home until I figure this out," Willow said to the cast and crew. “I'd rather have the producers cancel this project than film crap. Feel free to take a complimentary soda drink hat."
“Ooh! I love hats!" the boom mike guy said eagerly as everyone grabbed a hat. Once everyone left, Willow tipped her hat up to wipe the sweat off her brow.
“Sisters."
Suddenly, she heard a distant roaring and once she recognized it, she spread her wings and flew out of Volcano Rock City, towards the cries until she found a familiar armadillo frantically running around in circles in the middle of the forest.
“Rhonda, what's wrong?" Willow asked. Rhonda just opened up her side door and Willow flew inside her to find John Dory lying in bed. Willow noticed the clock on the radio read 9:32 and realized that Rhonda was either concerned for her driver or upset that she hadn't had her breakfast yet.
“Hey, John Dory?" Willow whispered, climbing up the ladder to his bed. “Are you dead? Because I think your van wants to know if she can eat you."
“Huh, what?" John Dory muttered as he slowly sat up.
“Oh, maybe another time."
“Willow, what are you doing up so early?"
“Well," she said, “I've been waking up a 5:00 AM since I was six to take care of my little brothers and sisters, since my parents were negligent jerks. Afterwards, it's been a force of habit. But since it's 9:30 right now, it doesn't matter in the slightest."
“What?!" John Dory exclaimed. “Oh, God! I'm supposed to help Poppy plan for the Rose Moon Ball! I promised I would!"
“Dude, calm down!" Willow said as he fell out of bed and landed on his face. “Pops is very understanding about these sorts of things. If you show up late, she'll get it."
“Yeah, I know, she's sweet that way," John Dory agreed frantically, getting back on his feet to go brush his teeth. “But I promised Branch I'd help her for him."
“Oh, that's right, Flower's sick," Willow remembered. “Well, if it's that important to you, I'll help you take care of that bed head. I'm a licensed cosmetologist."
“Thanks, kid," John Dory replied, and began brushing his teeth. With that, Willow reached into a drawer, pulled out John Dory's clothes and a pair of green goggles, and briefly noticed three small boxes that read “Mikey," “Betsy," and “Ken & Kurt."
What the...
Willow briefly felt the urge to open one of the boxes and see what was inside, but decided to shrug it off and went back to helping her friend. After all, it wasn't her business.
After finding a comb, Willow flew over to John Dory and asked him, “Say, what you were doing sleeping until mid-morning, anyways?"
“I, uh, had this horrible headache," he admitted as she combed his hair. “It felt like my brain was being pulled out of my skull with a corkscrew. Took me forever to fall asleep."
“Do you need to see a doctor?"
“No, it's gone now," John Dory answered, lightly scratching his scalp. He almost felt like telling her about the last three times he felt that kind of headache, but he didn't even want to think about them.
“John, your hair is pretty soft, for being in such a tangle-fest," Willow pointed out. Once she was finished combing, she quickly noticed a tiny, shimmering, bead-like object sticking out from the top of his head, deep forest green on the top and fading to cobalt on the bottom.
“Yeah, it's a gift," John Dory bragged after rinsing his mouth, and went to put on his clothes and goggles. “If I weren't the Leader, I would've been known as the One With Soft Hair."
“Well, now," said Willow, “you can either be that, or the One With a Tick in His Soft Hair."
John Dory blinked in surprise. “What?!" he exclaimed, and looked through his hair to find the familiar, sparkly bump. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can't happen! Not again! I can't! Please, God, no!"
“John, it's okay," Willow tried to reassure him. “They're very easy to remove. I'll just need a lemon wedge, some gloves, a giant pair of tweezers, and disinfectant."
“What?! No, that's not an option!" John Dory argued. “I can't just get rid of it!"
Willow tilted her head. “John Dory, what are you talking about?"
After realizing she didn't understand, John Dory took a deep breath and said, “It's not a tick, kid. It's a bud."
“A bud?" Willow repeated, confused. “As in... an egg bud?"
John Dory nodded.
“Dude, you're having a baby?!"
“No," he answered quietly. “Not if it'll end up like the others."
“Others? What others?" the teenage Troll asked. John Dory just shook his head, refusing to answer. “John... have you... had other eggs?"
“None of them made it," he revealed, making Willow's jaw drop. “And I'm too old. This one definitely won't make it. But I... I... want... it to."
Willow looked down in thought, gently grabbed his arm, and felt her magic absorb his pain. She broke down in tears the moment they felt each other's touch.
After pulling her hand away, Willow wiped away her tears and asked John Dory, “What are you gonna do, then?"
“I don't know," he admitted. “Wait for it to break, I guess. They all do, how is this one any different?"
“You don't know that," Willow said. “This one could live. Maybe your brothers can help you with–"
“What?! No, no, no!" John Dory protested. “They can't know about this! No one can know about this!"
“John, you five have finally reconnected after over twenty years of estrangement," she pointed out. “If you keep it secret and they find out, which they will eventually, this could, hypothetically, ruin your relationship with them worse than before."
“They're not gonna find out!" he claimed. “So long as you don't tell anyone about this! Swear on it that you won't!"
“But Jo–"
“Swear on it!" he yelled, making Willow jump back in surprise. John Dory took a deep breath and said, “Please, Willow. They can't know."
Willow took a deep breath and nodded. She extended her pinky finger and John Dory linked it with his own. After a brief burst of colorful energy, the two Trolls let go.
“It is done," Willow confirmed.
“Great! I gotta go!" John Dory said, pushing her out of the van. “See you later, kid!"
“John Dory, wait!" Willow pleaded, but it was too late. Rhonda's door closed and in a flash, she hustled out of there with the square-headed Troll still inside her.
“I'm too young for this crap."