it's trollsekai time. got it? because the trolls got isekai'd aha— cough, anyway.
while we're shown quite many trolls commercials and ads of our lovely colorful friends interacting with us, those ideas could actually pretty fun to play around with it.
We're no strangers to love with characters who ends in our world or the complete opposite of us ending up in theirs, albeit it tend to be more terrifying with the amount of fictional elements that a normal human can comprehend sometimes. Even talking about the different cultures and norm both parties knows their whole life for.
and it's definitely scary to get stuck for who knows how long in a complete different world, and all alone for now, hell especially if that world is bigger and much stranger than you're used to.
The world they ended upon is not colourful, perhaps even duller in colours, while yes there's definitely some of them that doesn't feel afraid to express their real authentic self, but if we're talking about the majority of the world? It's dull, in many aspects a small little troll could even consider.
But uh, heyyyyyy— while looking at the window outside brought nothing but nausea and you feel like you're greying and aging just by looking at it. Floyd also need to take a moment to consider his whole situation. A troll so small, trapped in what he could tell a much enormous world.
and a weird looking creature that looks like a a combination of bergens and mount rageons but also not.
He could see clearly the person in the room with him that they don't have any of the physical appearance of one; their eyes are much smaller compared to rageon, they have bones and more muscles and definitely doesn't move around like a rageon, and their skin obviously are not ashy like a bergen nor as colourful as mount rageon or him.
Floyd blinks for couple of second, they look harmless enough, he think. They don't look like a person that'll eat something as small as him or use him for personal gains, he think.
But for what it's worth, self-preservation came first. His body is still weak after the event with Velvet and Veneer. He doesn't want to take a bet on trying to possibly communicate with the giant creature in the room and ask where he is.
No, that's literally a death wish.
Unfortunately his stomach betrays him as it grumbles and churr in empty discomfort, Floyd groans in embarrassment at the fact it starts to make noises at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Thankfully the noise us small enough to not catch the creature's attention as it continues to sit on a chair and hunches over what he could tell a big screen on the desk, fingers tapping away on a board filled with various buttons, but his eyes linger over the bowl of sweets next to them.
Well he'd be damned, if he want to survive in this place until he finds his way home, he needs to eat something and stays quite as a mouse.
