Popper entered a very large living room and looked around. There was a huge black couch and there were blood marks on the wall. A broken lamp laid on the floor near a black carpet with purple and blue markings, along with a few tiny pools of blood.

He heard footsteps from behind and turned around to see a large walking skeleton with a hole in his skull as he carried a blood-stained cleaver. He looked exhausted and picked up Popper."What do we have here? A troll? And you certainly aren't Bloom." Popper started to struggled."Let me go! How do you know her?" He asked.

The skeleton chuckled."I'm willing to bet I know more about her than you." He brought Popper to a room with more skeletons. Two of them were black. The skeleton walked over to a skeleton with black tear-like marks under his eyes and a strange red circle on his chest. Popper looked closer and saw Bloom in the palm of his left hand!

"Hold still. I can't heal your eye if you keep moving." He said. His finger was softly pressed against Bloom's left eye and Bloom had her hands gripped on his finger. He soon removed his hand and Popper saw a large cut going across her eye. The skeleton holding her grabbed a tissue and ripped off a small part before handing it to her."Thanks, Killer." She smiled a bit as she lightly rubbed her eye until it stopped bleeding."No problem, Bloom." He said as he smiled. The skeleton holding Popper tapped Killer's shoulder and he turned around."Yeah?" He immediately took notice of Popper and glared a bit."Bloom? I think someone followed you." He said. Bloom looked over at Popper and glared at him."Put him down, Horror. I'll deal with this." She said, the last part being quieter. She slid down Killer's jacket and jumped down.

Horror put Popper down and Bloom grabbed his wrist and held it in a tight grip as she dragged him to another room. She turned to Popper and he could see her anger a mile away."Hi?" He said nervously. She grabbed his vest and yanked him closer."What were you thinking?!" She asked."I just wanted to help!" Popper said, obviously scared."You wanted to help?! How about with things that DON'T put you in grave danger!?! Your little stunt is putting your life on the fucking line!!" She said as she shook him.

She stopped and Popper realized that her injuries weren't bleeding anymore and were bandaged."What about you?!" He asked."I'm fine. These guys won't hurt me, even if they could catch me. You, on the other hand, are such an easy target, it's almost hard to believe how easy it would be to end you! Or any other troll!! Do you have ANY IDEA HOW DANGEROUS THAT WAS FOR YOU?!?!" She yelled. Her ears suddenly lowered and her grip loosened. She pulled him into a hug and squeezed him."You're going to get yourself killed, you fucking IDIOT!" She said as Popper slowly hugged back.

After a while, they separated."Since they've already seen you, I think you should meet them." She said as she walked past him."So, does this mean I can help?" Popper asked."I'm afraid not. Only the broken can fix themselves." She said as she walked back into the room.

I'm too lazy to write more right now. Bye!