AAAAHHH! It's HERE!

I'm so excited for this! I couldn't wait to share this with you guys!

Like I said before, this will tie into Trolls: The World Tour Goes On (My Oneshot series fanfiction), so I recommend reading that before you dive into this, if you haven't already. Everything that happens in TWTGO (including future oneshots) takes place BEFORE the events of this story.

Most of my headcanons for Hickory and Dickory's backstory come from stuff I saw on Tumblr, but I did add some stuff in to try to make it my own as well.

Hope you enjoy!

Ps. This is my first time trying to type in for the 'Yodeler' accent (I don't know exactly which one it is), please bear with me... X)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except upcoming OCs.

Prologue:

Twenty years before Barb's World Tour

Lonesome Flatts was a nice town, once you earned the trust of the locals, which wasn't that hard, (what harm could a down-on-his-luck seventeen year old and his five year old brother do, anyway?). In any case it would be a good place to lay low until another safe place could be found. It was quiet enough, and far enough away from anything else, horrible memories included.

At least… that's what Dickory liked to think.

He was glad to finally be away from the mountains, and among other trolls again, even if they weren't Yodeler Trolls. He may as well have been the last of his own subtribe at this point, except for his little brother.

Wait…

Where was his brother?!

He quickly turned around and looked back the way he came, and let out an internal sigh of relief when he spotted the little Yodeler Troll, just standing there staring at a building.

Or not the building, but the two country trolls who were sitting on the porch. One was playing a guitar, and both were singing one of the slow, sad songs that Lonesome Flatts was famous for. The little five year old, who had so far gone unnoticed by the two, was staring in awe at the beautiful sounds meeting his ears.

Dickory caught back up to his brother as the song drew to a close.

"Play it again!" Little Hickory shouted with joy, "Play it again!"

It was then that the two Country Trolls were made aware of the fact that they had had an audience. They turned their heads to the little troll and they both smiled. "Well, howdy there, little fella!" said the one with the guitar, "You liked our song?"

"It vas so pretty!" Hickory replied, then he turned to Dickory, "Vasn't it? Didn't ya like it?"

"Hickory, ve have to go home." Dickory said, grabbing his hand, "So sorry," he said to the Country Trolls.

"Honey... Y'all doin' alrigh'?" The other Country Troll asked, "It doesn' seem like you two are from around these parts, but… y'all're here all the time now… and… Ya ain't Country Trolls..."

She was onto them. Dickory had to shut it down before she questioned too far. "Ve're fine." He replied quickly, "Ve're from out of town, and ve have to leave before it gets dark."

"Well, Okay. See y'all around." The first troll said.

The two brothers got back to the market building where they had been staying and Dickory had been working since he got the job.

They went upstairs to their shared room. On weekends the shop owner, Bryan, wasn't normally home until late.

''Vat vere you doing?!" Dickory scolded Hickory, not because he was necessarily angry, but because he was confused. "Ve can't draw attention to ourselves like that."

"Sorry…" Hickory replied, "I just love that music so much!"

"I like it too," Dickory admitted, "I just keep my opinion to myself."

"And did you see how fast they can run?" Hickory asked, "I vish I could run that fast!"

"Vell you can't." Dickory said bluntly, "You're not a Country Troll."

Hickory looked down and kicked his little feet. He looked really sad, as if that was the most disappointing news in the world to him. It almost made Dickory regret being honest with him.

"It's time for bed now, okay?" Dickory said, trying to sound as comforting as possible, "Good night sleep for tomorrow, ya?"

Dickory gazed out the window of their room. How they had managed to get this far away from home was beyond him, but he was happy they made it. He didn't really bother wondering whether anyone else made it out alive or not. It wasn't because he was trying to be selfish, it just made him sad. He missed them.

And his mind was on other things anyway, such as the Country Trolls on the porch, and more specifically, Hickory's reaction. It was… strange to say the least. Trolls didn't normally go around openly loving any music that wasn't their own. They hadn't since the tribes split. His brother did though… but no one seemed to mind… They couldn't be suspicious, though. Not right now. He didn't want to open up that wound. He couldn't do that to himself. He couldn't do that to Hickory.

When Dickory turned back around he saw that his little brother was already asleep on the smaller of the two beds in the room, cooing softly and sucking his thumb.

His little mind probably had no clue what had really happened…

To their mother, to Jasper, to their entire subtribe if Dickory's cynical mind was right.

He couldn't... wouldn't let anything happen to him. They had found a safe situation, at least for the time being, and that was enough.

Nothing could take that away…

Not in that moment, anyway.

And there we go! I felt like I had to establish a little more of Dickory as a character before we really got started.

Hope you enjoyed and stay tuned! Reviews are always welcome and appreciated! :)