Trollhunters Meme Novels & Stories

Troll #2: “New sugar daddy this time? Switched the foreign sponsor for a domestic one, huh? LA-based, I assume?” Troll #3: “Mi Weini’s role is pretty important—second only to the leads. No wonder her fan club is acting all smug. If you’re gonna get a new daddy, at least make sure he’s top-tier, right?” The trolls wouldn’t let up about her so-called sugar daddies, and Miley’s loyal fans were getting seriously pissed. Then, one of those shady accounts—someone with the handle BigWhiteRabbit_NoSugar—tagged the VP of Star Making Media.

I scrolled through the comment section and all I saw were the bitter comments. @Cocomilo: Finally, we get to see the fall of those fools! @Ajeyli: Triple A my foot. Look who's now a Triple D, suckers! I can't wait for the big news!’ @Youcancallmedaddy: I'll give someone $200 if they're able to get me the information before the poster upload it. @Callmemummy: Eat your money @Youcancallmedaddy, you look like a skeleton in your profile.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

I clicked on T*****r and immediately sent: "DO YOU WANT TO SEE LAURA'S MURDERERS? VOTE NOW!" And clicked send.

Does she even qualify? Tod replied below: ~Do you have a toilet at home? If so, hurry up and eat some feces, and then go pee and look at yourself. A mouth full of crap deserves to drink toilet water.~ ~This Amanda woman is constantly trying to trend. She's already Benjamin's wife. How can she still be so shameless?~ Tod hugged his keyboard, his small fingers clattering away. In a short time, he had retorted hundreds of messages. He also managed to pinpoint the trolls' address. Tod quickly hacked into the opponent's computer and typed a message on the screen:

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

“Oh, really? Then why don’t you take a look at this?” I caught the phone before it slid off the edge of the table, my fingers brushing the cool glass screen. The post was a scathing thread, complete with memes mocking our new logo and hashtags like #EpicFail and #OutOfTouch. I scanned the comments, hundreds of them, piling on with gleeful vitriol. It was worse than I’d realized, but I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. The audacity of these keyboard warriors was almost comical. Instead, I widened my eyes, feigning shock as if this was my first time hearing and seeing the comments.

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

There was a hint of strain in her smile that worried him. “Hi, angel... Are you okay?” Everly put her phone down and turned to face him as he came closer. “Hi... Yes, I am. It’s just… I’ve got this crazy internet troll that is a lot of fun. I was looking into what Rosalee was saying… By the way, there are pictures of us at the convention. And well, the troll was being… very ‘entertaining’ and extremely ‘gracious’ about it.” “Let me see…”