The True King of Techno {Trolls World Tour}

Spinoff Ch.6

With Barb:

Barb was holding a cloth with some ice in it, having received it from the owner of the small hotel. 

The Rock Troll was a little surprised that they had a cold storage in the basement, considering they lived in the desert. 

While the owner had been getting the ice from the basement, Barb had asked for a pair of goggles and a mask. 

To her relief, the owner gave them to her without asking her what she was doing. 

Having gone outside in the raging sand storm, wearing a pair of goggles and a bandana covering her nose and mouth, she had located the window to the room she and Riff were staying in. 

She had found the guitar right where it had landed, half-buried by the sand and dust. 

She had immediately grabbed it and took it inside, checking it over to make sure it wasn’t broken. 

It wasn’t, but it did need some cleaning. 

Having done so, she received the ice from the owner and went back upstairs, after returning the goggles and bandana of course. 

This was fifteen minutes ago. 

She had been pacing back and forth just outside the door to the room they were staying in, suddenly feeling nervous, her anxiety kicking in. 

Why was she suddenly feeling nervous about this? 

Sure, she had just punched one of her closest friends, but why was she feeling this way about confronting him about what happened? 

Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, a huge weight on her shoulders. 

Taking a deep breath, Barb opened the door, entering the room and closing the door behind her. 

“Hey, I got some ice...and your guitar…” said Barb, smiling as best she could, walking over to the bed Riff was sitting on. 

The male Rock Troll perked up, happy to see that Barb had gone outside to get his guitar. 

“Barb! Yout got it back for me?” exclaimed Riff excitedly, taking back the guitar and checking it over, seeing that it wasn’t damaged. 

Barb chuckled, nodded. 

“Yeah, and I got you some ice for your eye, since….you know, me punching you and-” began Barb, handing the ice over to Riff, but was interrupted when he put his guitar down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. 

Barb was speechless, not expecting this. 

“Riff...I-” began Barb, trying to find what to say, but was interrupted again. 

“No, just let it happen” muttered Riff, tightening his hug around her. 

Barb could only stand there, silent as she allowed the male Rock Troll to hug her, thankful for what she had done. 

Several minutes later and the two were sitting on one of the beds, Riff holding the ice up against his black eye, Barb sitting beside him and silently looking down at the ground. 

She was thinking about everything that had happened that led up to them being stuck here, unable to go anywhere unless the sand storm passes. 

And who knows how long it would take. 

Sighing Barb, glanced over at the male Rock Troll beside her. 

“I wasn’t lying when I said I found evidence that someone had sabotaged you…” said Barb, trailing off.