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Jijel the Troll (special preview)
🕑 Added 2022-01-29 22:01:00 +0000 UTCThe Cryptstone Bridge Music Festival was one of your favorite times of the year. You and your band had been going for a while now and every year it just got better and better. This year, you hoped it would be the best yet, considering everything that had happened the previous year.
“It got cold early this year,” you bassist, Tawny said as you were setting up your camp area.
“It’s great right?” You were nearly bouncing in your boots. “It actually feels like spooky season.”
“You mean fall?” Emery, your guitarist, snickered. “Not everythings a meme.”
“It can be christmas season but not spooky season?” You huffed, carrying luggage over to the big tent. “Sounds like big christmas got to you.”
“Big christmas,” Tawny wheezed under her breath.
You looked out across the campground where the other bands and the vendors were setting up. You were looking for one specific food vendor who had saved your life during your first festival.
“Looking for your boyfriend?” Your lead singer, Devon, asked. They leaned over to match your gaze. “I’m sure he’s here.”
You pouted. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend who happens to be a guy, but that’s neither here nor there.”
Devon smirked knowingly and stood back up. “Well, if you do find him, I love his turkey wrap.” They took the luggage from your hands and strutted back towards the tent.
You wandered away from the camp, going towards the food vendor station. Several vans and trucks were lined up, and some were already serving. You then saw it, the big black camper attached to a small green truck. You rushed up to it, seeing the windows to the camper were open and there was already some outside waiting for food.
A big, long arm jutted out of the window, handing the waiting patron a brown bag. Your stomach did flip flops as you watched the arm. It went back into the camper and from within a big, bellowing voice called out; “next!”
You stepped up to the window. “Hi Jiji!”
The service window fully swung open and the troll inside peered out at you. “There you are,” he laughed. “I was wondering when you would show up.”
You smiled brightly. “I promised I would come and see you as soon as we got our stuff set up.”
Jiji leaned out the window, his long tusks and big nose greeted for first, but you could see the big smile on his face. “And how did that go?”
“Just fine.” Your heart was pounding wildly.
“Are you going to have another drum solo this year? Or do I need to skip your set,” he chuckled.
“Please don’t skip!” You pleaded. “I have a special song this year.”
Jiji chuckled. “I was always going to see it. I’ve become quite the fan of your troupe.”
You beamed again and came closer to him. You called him Jiji, but his full name was Jijel and he had saved your life a few years ago. Ever since then, you’d kept in touch with him and built a friendship. You also had a massive crush.
“Did you get your hair cut?” You asked. “It looks great.”
Jijel scoffed and ruffled his hands through his dark green hair. His thick brow pinched, showing the several piercings he had in them. “It’s alright. Nothings going to make me look good though.”
You snapped your fingers and pointed at him. “Hey, I told you not to talk like that to me. You're a big, badass troll, and nothing less is slander.”
Jijel chuckled, his smile returning to his face. “Tell that to my mirror.”
“Mirrors are bitches!”
Comments
Amy Mused
Eeeee, so excited for another Troll! Jiji sounds like a nice guy. <3
