Floyd Trolls Fanart Novels & Stories

] Another said: [This kind of brainless trolling is truly disgusting. The administrator intervened: [Everyone, let's not pay attention to trolls.] Stella's fans were known for their discipline. Once the fans leader asked them to ignore it, nobody paid attention to the trolls anymore. The situation was quickly under control. Stella appeared at the right moment to clarify: [I genuinely like this comic of Fat Caterpie. If you're interested, you can go check it out. As for our potential second collaboration, there's no specific plan at the moment. But I'm definitely hoping to work with her again.]

The troll grinned wider, its rusty ax held high. Phillip glared in horror. As fast as lightning deflected the ax with the back of his arm, even though it numbed his arm almost breaking it, at least the organ was still there. One hard kick from Phillip sent the Troll crashing into a puddle of mud. In the next instant, the Troll's body was sucked swiftly into the mud before it even had a chance to scream. The puddle turned into a tall mound of mud that ran like a snail. Phillip quickly backed away as the creature approached, but it turned out to be only helping him to his feet. Phillip frowned in amazement as the mud creature waved his hand in a friendly manner. Typical Northern Falsies.