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"Hey there fuckface" you look towards the speaker and grin.
"Not your most creative insult... Percy?" you take another guess at the nubby-horned troll's name.
"Still wrong, and you've guessed that one before John." The troll smirks at you. You look at him and remember that it was only a few days ago that this whole guessing-game business started.
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You had been in your room when he showed up, suddenly appearing behind you while you had been going over your notebook full of potential pranks.
"Hello John Egbert" he had smirked at you then too. But he had obviously not been expecting the response he got.
"Holy shit that was so cool how did you do that can you teach me?!" You had run up to him in excitement, your glasses nearly falling off your face in your rush, you knew a potential pranking asset when you saw one.
He had backed up a step, causing you to notice his appearance. He had grey skin and two nubby orange horns. His eyes were also yellow and red and huge, though that could have been due to the beyond excited greeting he had gotten (the huge part not the yellow and red, that was probably how they always looked). He also wore an outfit that sort of resembled Dave's knight uniform.
"You're a troll!" you had said, surprised.
"No shit dumbass! Wow your lusus must be so fucking proud of you for being able to make simple deductions. Someone give this man an award! It can be called the 'I'm too big an idiot to take my fingers out of my mucus shafts to notice anything beyond the completely obvious award' and you will be the only winner in history." That was the exact moment you decided the loud troll was going to be your friend.
"So what is a troll doing here? In my room specifically?" You had brushed off the rant like you would do many times in the near future.
"I'm here to collect payment on a deal." he had said the words that really and truly started the entire fiasco.
"I never made a deal with you," You knew better, having grown up with stories about trolls and their deals and their innate mastery over the Aspects.
"You didn't but your grandmother did" the troll then proceeded to tell you a story about Jane Crocker and her deal for a recipe.
She had desperately wanted to strengthen her aspect, the Life Aspect, because her father had died. She knew it would have to be done before anything happened to the body that might make it irreparable. So she had seeked out the help of the trolls. She had been given a recipe which strengthened her aspect powers enough to bring back her dad. Part of the deal had been that she would have to find out the name of the one who had delivered the recipe to her or forfeit her property to the troll, the troll standing in front of John.
"Wait so if you're the one who gave my Nana the recipe, doesn't that make you like, a hundred years old?" You knew that some trolls have really long lifespans but this guy looked your age.
"No assfuck I'm not a hundred, I time traveled. For me the deal was made just a few hours ago, maybe a day while for you it was about ... actually it was a hundred years ago considering your grandmother's lifespan being extended and her slowed aging because of her Aspect... damn maybe you aren't a moron."
"So you can time-travel? That's so cool, my friend Dave is trying to learn to do that."
"And I am immediately proven wrong, you are the king of the morons. It was Aradi- You know what it's none of your business."
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After that day you have been involved in an intense guessing-game that sometimes lasts all hours of the day. Apparently there is only a week left before the deal is up. You really wish Nana had told you about this ahead of time so you could have prepared a little, found out common troll names or at least how troll names sounded. The only thing you could think of was the old rumplestiltskin story and when you guessed Rumplestiltskin the troll almost threw your desk at you and called you a number of names insulting your intelligence and/or using words you didn't understand. You wish you could remember the whole tirade because it was basically the best thing you had ever heard.
That aside you really need to get your butt to the library and see if Nana left you anything to help you with this whole name thing.