Monthly union meeting of trolls, ogres, and TUTBs (Things Under the Bed).
“All right, all right. Let’s keep this in order so we can all be back in our haunts before sunset.”
Grumble grumble mumble.
“If you don’t wanna be here, you can always skip on your fees,” threatened their president, Gruuh.
“Point of order,” said Oogle.
Sigh. “Yes?”
“Fees are hard to obtain. Kids are scared of less… traditional monsters. That newcomer Slendy is taking all the fear ichor.”
“We’re discussing the sliding scale at the AGM, Oogle. You still have the market cornered on the under fives.”
“What about trolls? Trolls are cute, now…”
“I’m well aware,” Gruuh rolled his eyes. “And Ogres are lovable. We only have the power humans give us. Perhaps the muses can help inspire something?”
“Are. You. Kidding. It’s all deconstruction. Making the heroes villains and vice versa. It’s mayhem out there. Mayhem!”
“I just want my fair share,” complained Oogle.
“Then maybe you can work on a solution for a change?”
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