Novel & Cerita Trollstopia Season 7

Those filthy photos that later reached Vivienne were taken when they tried to break my mind. If I fought back, the torture only got worse. The agony I endured there was a hundred times worse than what anyone saw on screen. After the video stopped, the chat exploded. "My God! This is The Abyss?! It's literally hell!" "The Russos are monsters! Even if he's adopted, how could they do this!" "Poor Cassius! Where is he now? Is he still alive?!" "Call the FBI right now! Arrest the Russos! Save Cassius!"

Henry appeared as if he had completely forgotten about the photos. He shook his head desperately, denying everything. Lost was the arrogance he had displayed earlier. Now, he looked wronged and pitiful. "Leon, I don't know what he's talking about. I didn't do anything!" If this had been before the drowning incident, the Sylvesters might have still believed Henry's words. Now, their trust in him had vanished. "Don't worry, Marcel. Your mother and I will look into this properly," Alan said. "We'll give you an answer."

Then he stood, leaned toward the microphone clipped to his lapel, and said one line. That single line traveled through the control board, through twenty-three million live streams, down the hallway, past the control room, past the partition wall, past that concrete door we'd broken open with three hammer strikes — and into the bunker. A bunker with no one left in it. "Ouroboros, Season 7 — that's a wrap." On the big screen, all eight snake logos went dark at once. The comment feed started its final surge. Not typed words. The same template, repeated who knows how many times — "Seven years."

She sarcastically made celebratory movements with her arms. “Alright,” said Eva. “Let’s close up shop for a while - at least a month or so. But let’s all keep our eyes and ears open though.” “You got it,” said T-Rex. “And if anyone needs any help, just holler at me.” Everyone affirmed the same with everyone else. They were the Seven, and would be there for each other no matter what. They had taken down Nightmare together, and promised to take down more scum in the future. But for now, they needed to get back into their normal lives.

I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place. "Corey! Don’t go!" Deanna suddenly broke down, screaming after me. "Even if the Cunninghams collapse, I won’t let the Grahams walk away unscathed! I gave you seven years of my life. Even if I have to die, I’ll take a piece of your family down with me!" I stopped and slowly turned back, looking at her like she was nothing more than a clown putting on a show. "Deanna, do you really think you have that kind of power? You’re way out of your depth."

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

“You too much, guy. Thank you.” “Guy, stay good. Do not stress yourself too much o. You never born, you never get family.” Milkos chuckled. Powerful words. Seven let a smile crease his lips. “No wahala. E go be.” He killed the call. Great unrest made Seven lose interest in his meal. This left his mother worried. He thought about Janet all day and night. He scrolled through his F******k timeline; passing new uploads and new challenges, a bunch of misguided posts that he would normally correct popped up, but he scrolled past.

Seven suddenly creeps out of bed and heads to the washroom. He starts speaking on the phone. "Why is May here? I want her gone!" Seven hisses. "Her being here will ruin our plan. She's a distraction. And she's allover me!" There's a moment of silence as he listens to the receiver on the other end. "Let's not ruin this!" Seven says and pauses. "Terra has fallen into our trap CJ!" 😳😳😳😳😳

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.