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WARNING! This isn't a story about someone getting stuffed and popping, its a story WITH a person getting stuffed and exploding. What's the difference? Well read this long story and find out

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The air was chilly, the ground was cold, the view was hazy but the hands around her were nice and warm. Wait, hands?

The girl shot up to a sitting position, startling the two hospitable creatures around her. They were two, two hairy, frightened, wide eyed trolls. She must happened knocked out and brought here by these trolls. The girl looked down and realized that she had been changed into a warmer, fuzzier coat.

"Where's my clothing?" asked the girl, receiving a look of confusion from the trolls. They must be nearly her size, small critters.

"We threw them away," spoke up the first troll, dressed in his icy blue winter coat, "They were wet and didn't seem optimal for such a cold atmosphere."

"Also, it made you look like a skimpy mistress," added the other troll, dressed in a darker blue coat.

"Trish, you don't say that to someone you just met!" scolded the icy blue troll.

"Oh geez, sorry! Cool your pants, Joe," responded Trish.

"Umm, excuse me, where am I?" asked the confused former mistress, looking around the ice covered room.

"You're in the ice castle, situated at the top of the grand snowy mountain." responded Joe, giving the shivering girl a reassuring smile, "We saw you fly through the sky and slam into the snow sculpture we had built and then we dragged you into the castle to get you warm."

"Yeah, but sadly Joe failed to remember that anyone who enters this wretched castle becomes a slave of the queen," Trish added, glaring at Joe.

“Yeeaah, that’s correct,” admitted the ashamed Joe, scratching his stubby beard.

“The Queen?” asked the shivering girl, looking confused at her two troll compatriots, “What Queen?”

“The Snow Queen,” answered Trish, “she rules this land and everyone in it. I remember back-“

“Hey!” interrupted a third troll from outside of the room, “The day is starting and everyone needs to work now!”

“We were healing a lost traveler!” Trish explained, pointing to the mousey traveler.

“She looks fine, bring her along. No one skimps out of doing work, you know the rules.” The third troll ordered, disappearing down the hall, followed by a line of trudging, working ice trolls. The girl scratched her head, trying to comprehend everything that’s happening.

Joe and Trish moaned in unison, “I thought for sure we’d get out of work duty for today,” commented Joe, slipping in his mitts. “Apparently not,” answered Trish, tossing the girl a pair of gloves and putting some on herself. Trish signaled the girl to hurry as they exited the room. The girl slipped on her gloves and ran behind them, following them down a narrow hallway along with dozen other trolls.

“Eventually I’m going to have to call you by your name so you might as well tell me,” said Trish, turning her head to the girl, Joe leaning close to hear.

“Oh uhh…” the girl thought for a bit, it’s been a long time since anyone has every called her by her name, nearly forgotten it herself, “My name is... Fiona,” she answered.

“Well, Fiona, you gotta know something first before we start working,” Trish began, looking rather serious, “Never ever rebel against the Queen.”

“What?” asked Fiona shocked, looking at Joe who was nodding in response, several other trolls who overheard Trish agreed, “Why not?”

“It’s just not worth it,” answered Joe, looking back ahead.

“Not worth it?” Fiona repeated, “Is the Queen impossible to overthrow?” she asked.

“Something like that,” responded Trish.

“Then what is-” “Shush!” Trish interrupted, covering Fiona’s mouth. The traveler stared in awe as they entered a large dome-like area with a large, spiraling column built up to the very top. She marveled in absolute awe at the sheer size of this room, she would have wondered what use was a room this big for, weren’t not for the fuzzy giant standing before the stairway. If she had to guess, this creature would most likely be the elusive and legendary Yeti that many travelers have written about, no one knows where they are now but she has heard of their writings and findings.

“Alright you trolls!” the Yeti yelled out, towering over the crowd like a white, fuzzy obelisk, “We’re going to split into four groups this time!” All the trolls groaned in response, Fiona still confused by this situation, this Yeti looked fairly easy to overthrow what with the overwhelming number of trolls. “That’s right, I’ve warned you several times before, if one of you slack off, you ALL are going to be affected, and you can thank your buddy Brent for that,” she said, pointing to a rather husky troll, picking him out from the crowd. The crowd turned to Brent, glaring at him angrily. “Luckily for you guys, Brent’s job was to go into the toxic mines and collect coal.” The trolls crowding around Brent growled. “Excellent, so Brent, you take your entourage and go to the mines to finish the job you left for yesterday’s tomorrow… which is today.” The crowd grabbed Brent and dragged him out, having scream pleads of mercy as her feared for fate.

The traveler’s eyes widened upon witnessing this play out, watching the Yeti cackle at the poor troll’s eminent demise. The Yeti continued to cackle before a smell caught her snout, she sniffed again, pinpointing the smell to Fiona. “You!” she pointed, stomping towards her, the trolls scurrying out of the way. The Yeti plucked Fiona up from the crowd and raised her up to the Yeti’s eye level. ‘What is with these giants and picking her up,’ thought the annoyed traveler. “Who are you and why do you smell like blood and pastries?” the Yeti asked rather loudly, nearly leaving Fiona deaf.

As the ringing in her ear stopped, Fiona shook her head and answered, “My name is Fiona, and I used to-ahhh!” the Yeti dropped her onto her palm, cutting her off in midsentence.

“Well Fiona, welcome to my grandiose Ice Castle!” she greeted, “Everyone say hello to Fiona!”

A monotonous “Hello Fiona,” was dragged out of the trolls in unison.

“Now now, I KNOW you can do it better!” the Yeti encouraged, stomping her foot, nearly stepping on some more scurrying trolls.

“Hello Fiona!” cried the trolls in a happier tone, adding in some applause and cheers into the mix.

“Muuuch better,” commented the Yeti, nodding, pleased with the trolls. “Now, allow me to introduce myself,” the Yeti said, turning her attention back to Fiona, “I am Yetta, Queen of the Ice Castle!”

“Hello Yetta,” Fiona greeted.

“Yeah, whatever, we don’t have time for extended greetings right now,” replied Yetta rudely, dropping Fiona back into the crowd where Joe and Trish caught her on time. “Fiona and everyone around her are in charge of going down to the basement and refilling the tanker, get a move on people!” Hurried Yetta, stomping her feet, causing Fiona’s group to run away. Fiona looked back as she was taken away by the crowd, watching as Yetta barked more orders to the crowd surrounding her.

The crowd ran down a corridor before pushing against an old wooden door and entering the dark room. The torches were lit to reveal and slimy, damp room with a large container at the end that stretched past the ceiling, leading to an unknown room.

“What is this place?” asked Fiona, looking around watching as some scrubbed the floor while others fiddled with the pumps, receiving some black goo which oozed into the awaiting buckets.

“We honestly don’t know, we suspect the Queen built this room simply to spite us and probably weaken us,” guessed Trish, carrying a bucket and carrying it over to a pump.

“Honestly, more people have died here than in those toxic mines,” commented Joe, feeding the black oozed into the container as it sucked in its contents and passed it through the pipes that extended into the ceiling.

“Is there anything else for you guys to do here in this terrible castle,” asked Fiona, disgusted by her surroundings.

“Well, the only other jobs available are to crawl through the mines, build the ice table for the dome or cook the overwhelmingly large meal for the Queen. Nothing else.” Said Joe, “unfortunately, none of the jobs are any easier, it’s a horrible process one day after another. And yet, its feels more like a normal routine” he added.

“Why don’t you guys do something about it?” argued Fiona, not helping the trolls in the slightest, angry that these trolls have done nothing but feed this Yeti’s greed and gluttony.

“Yeh wanna know why?” yelled one elderly troll, limping towards Fiona waging his cane at her, “Ah’ll tell ya why! Sit down!” he ordered, Fiona saw nowhere to sit and stood her ground. “Good, ahright… Us here trolls have tried countless times to overthrow the Queen, but every time we do, she returns the next day like nothing happened!”

Fiona stared at him in confusion, “I don’t understand. You kicked her out and she returns? Countless times? Why didn’t you just kill her?”

The old troll bonked Fiona on the head with the cane, “Don’t interrupt! It’s rude. Anyways, yes! We have tried to kill her, many, many times! We’ve dropped a chandelier on her head, poisoned her meals and we even so much as to burn her body to a crisp! We tried everything! And every time we thought we got her, we’d celebrate and vote on a new king or queen. But then the very next day, we’d find her there, alive and unscathed, as if all our work hadn’t happened. Of course, she would have the troll kings and queens killed; trying to show us that it’s hopeless. We’ll never be able to overthrow her.”

Fiona stayed in silence, this crazy old troll must be lying, and this story was completely insane. “Is this true?” she asked the others, everyone agreed, they had all tried their hand at killing the Queen, only to find her alive and well the next day.

“Let me guess,” chimed in the old man, “You don’t believe us and think you’re method is indeed going to change all this confusion?” he asked, guessing the traveler’s thoughts correctly, “Well forget it, it’ll only accumulate ore work for the next. It ain’t worth it.” He turned and continued his labor, leaving the traveler morally broken.

An hour passed before Trish noticed that Fiona hadn’t moved from her place. “Fiona?” asked Trish, worried about her friend, “Are you okay?”

Fiona had maintained a gaze of worry as troubled thoughts filled her head, she was desperately trying to come up with a plan to permanently get rid of the Queen, but it all ended with the elderly troll quoting his last words, “It ain’t worth it.” This struck her hard, this trolls have been through so much hardship that they don’t believe in hope anymore.

Suddenly, she remembered something, something big. She has dealt with this situation before, dealt with it in stupid way. There was another Queen who took control of a kingdom, a distant kingdom, one filled with residents who were much smaller than this tyrannical Queen. She forced her newly acquired labor workers to work tirelessly to serve her. Nobody would stand up to her for fear of what this giant would do. But Fiona wasn’t, she tried to do something to stop all this torture but it was hopeless. She went up to the Queen and executed a poorly established plan to overthrow her once and for all. But she failed. She was naïve, didn’t know the consequences of her actions. The Queen got rid of her, sold her to a dragon to work endlessly as a slave. That was her punishment for being so abrasive, slave work.

Something had to work, this couldn’t be it! Fiona scrapped together a plan with everything she knew, everything she has learned, and everything she has done. And then it hit her! It all fell into place!

“STOP!” she yelled, all the trolls shocked at the traveler’s outburst, “I have a plan and this one will! You’ll see!” She yelled, pointing towards the old troll, staring at him intensively.

“Alright,” replied the old troll, cracking a smile for the first time in a long time, “But why do we have to stop?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” replied Fiona as she called everyone over to tell her plan.

The day ended like every other day. The trolls finished their duties, the Queen disappeared into her bedroom and the sun sets into night. Fiona laid on her hard, icy bed, grinning in anticipation as to what the next day will bring her.

She had it all planned out, the trolls would pass on her plan to all the other trolls, all them preparing to play their part in the plan, a plan Fiona had thought up, one that will play a much more important part to her than it will to the other trolls. This plan was shoe in to get her back to her kingdom.

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The Yeti awoke in her warm cave like room. This room, unlike the others, was built into the cave instead of on a block of ice. As the Queen, she had to give herself special treatment, obviously. She got out of bed and stretched, scratching her backside as she made her way to the large dome room.

She passed some consoles on a wall which displayed what was good and what was low on supplies. She never paid much attention to it; she only used it as a way to tell whether the trolls slacked off or not. Only one screen displayed a red warning, announcing that it was low on supplies and was in desperate need. She really didn’t care; it just told that she needs to send another random group of trolls to the mines, no biggie.

She taped on the console and continued her way. Upon entering the large dome-like room, she was met with a different scenario. The trolls were already up and crowding the room, the Queen could guess what was going to happen. She nodded and smiled in disbelief. “Wow, really? You guys are going to try to overthrow me again?” she asked the angry crowd of trolls, walking towards them. As she did, she tripped over a length of rope that had been placed by the door way, sending her failing down on the cold, hard ground.

The trolls, led by the courageous Fiona, overwhelmed the Yeti and sprawled her on her back, tying down her hands and feet to prevent her from halting their plans. The Yeti struggled with her cuffs, trying to free herself, but it was no use.

“You guys do know that this is hopeless, right?” the Yeti yelled out, “You’re plans to overthrow me never work and this one is no different!” Suddenly, she felt someone walking on her stomach. It was none other than Fiona, Yetta expected this, it’s always the newbies who try to overthrow her.

“I don’t know, I think you’ll be surprised by how this plan will turn out,” Fiona boasted, feeling rather proud of herself, “Trolls!” Upon being called, the trolls came out in a single filed line, pushing cart after cart, each one filled with plates of cooked meats and side dishes, all freshly cooked and filling the room with a savory aroma, watering the mouths of the trolls the smelled it.

“What are you going to do? Make me suffer as I watch you guys eat?” asked the Yeti, confused by how this plan was folding out.

Fiona laughed in response, “Nonsense, you’re going to eat. You’re going to eat all of the food we’ve prepared for! I’ve dealt with tyrants like you before, and I’m going to take you out the same way I took them all out!” Fiona paused for dramatic effect, “With a bang!”

“Oh,” was the only thing Yetta could say, confused and also a bit frightened by the character standing on her stomach.

“Alright people, let the force feeding, begin!” announced Fiona, lifting her fist in the air.

The trolls began stuffing the Yeti’s mouth with food, cramming her mouth with juicy slabs of steak and beef. Yetta, confident that this plan of theirs was going to crash and burn the very next day, played along and consumed whatever the trolls fed her. Plate after plate came, feeding Yetta more and more food; the systematic trolls would automatically head back to the carts, collecting more plates of food and return to the awaiting gapping mouth of the Yeti, dumping the plate’s contents. It was routinely: wait for the Yeti to finish chewing and swallowing her, dump plate’s contents in her mouth, head back to the cart and repeat. It was a robotic procedure, one that filled the Yeti’s gut with more and more food.

The Yeti was absolutely enjoying this plan, whatever it was that they were trying to accomplish with it. Feed her food? Yes, please! With her plate of food that the Yeti consumed, she felt her stomach filling up more and more, and before she knew it, she had a sizable swell growing where her flat stomach was. She didn’t care what the outcome was going to be, pop her if they want, make her blow up the whole castle if they want to, whatever made the trolls feed her food was an A+ in her book. Besides, it only meant that the trolls would have more work to do tomorrow.

Fiona was also content with how this plan was following, she had expected the Yeti to play along with the plan, letting her think that this plan was going to fail at the end; the Yeti’s own ego will be her downfall. Fiona maintained her place on top of the swelling orb, watching as it rose her higher up towards the roof. As she expected, this Yeti had an appetite several times bigger than her own stature, allowing Fiona to deal with a massive gut to use for her own scheme.

The trolls showed no sign of ceasing their act of feeding the bloated Snow Queen, stuffing more and more plates of meats and side dishes into her mouth, some not even waiting if she finished with her previous, stuffing more food into her mouth. With each mouthful of food, the Queen’s belly grew bigger and bigger, dwarfing the Yeti with each mouthful she consumed. And the bigger the bloated orb got, the closer Fiona was to the ceiling, as she inched closer to the ceiling she noticed something that might hamper her plans, icicles. Fiona had planned for the gut to break out of the roof of the room (They started out at the corner of the room so the roof was much closer than at the center of the room) but it might be cut short if those icicles pierce this Yeti’s gut.

As the gut was inching closer to the icicles, Fiona had the urge to tell the trolls stop, she was thinking of it, but she needed to be closer to the ceiling in order for her to hack at the ceiling with her knife to break it.

Oh, what? You thought the belly was going push itself out? Of course now, that would crush Fiona, come on!

Fiona sat, thinking what to do, watching the icicle inch closer to the taut surface of the titanic fleshy orb, listening to the loud complains of the overfed stomach, pleading to cease the intake of food the Yeti was devouring. She was unsure what she could do to avoid this bomb from detonating prematurely. Suddenly, she thought of something, break the icicle off, that’s it! She sat upright, eager to do it before her eyes widened in fear. The icicle was pressed firmly against the surface, denting the surface ever so slightly. Fiona curled up and covered her, bracing herself.

CRACK!

She opened her eyes to see that the icicle, which wasn’t sharp enough to puncture the taut surface of the enormous gut, had been pushed outwards instead, causing the ceiling to shatter completely, as well as rest of the roof, allowing the trolls and the overstuffed Yeti a breathtaking view of the winter sky. Beautiful.

Fiona heard the Yeti let out a loud groan and walked to the side of the belly to see what’s up with her.

“You… you think you can… uuugh... get rid of me… like this?” Yetta managed to say in between groans and shortened breaths, “I’ll be… I’ll be back tomorrow… and… and then you will all pay!” she continued, giving a faint cackle, moaning in pain as it caused her gut to wobble dangerously.

“That may be true,” admitted Fiona, nodding in agreement, “Had we supplied you enough black goo for you to do so,” she added, the Yeti’s eyes widening in shock, “For you see, I figured out what it was for, the constant deaths only for you to return back the next day, made me think that something must have been bringing you back.” Fiona walked left and right, faking a pensive thought, each step causing the Yeti to wince in pain as her titanic gut creaked in agony, “It couldn’t be the coal, that was used for cooking, not the cooking, that was for you to eat, not the ice sculpting, they were made as furniture for you to enjoy your meals on, so,” the Fiona said, giving a small jump, causing the gut to groan in protest to this torture, “so in process of elimination, you must be able to come back thanks to the black goo that the trolls have been feeding to the tanker. But wait, my team and I didn’t refill the container in the basement with the black goo! Oh!” She gave the gut a stomp, causing another groan to come out, “That means, if you die, you won’t come back.”

The Yeti was freaking out at this point, it never occurred to her that the trolls would actually piece together random facts together to come up with this outcome, then again, the one standing on her gut isn’t a troll. “Wow,” started Yetta nervously, “That is… ugh... one wild conclusion you… uuuugh… came up with,” the Yeti managed to say with difficulty, “Can’t believe you guys would actually believe this junk,” the Yeti said to the trolls.

The trolls looked at each before Trish spoke up, “Yeah, it is a wild conclusion…” the others nodded in agreement, “but it wouldn’t hurt to try.” The trolls crowded Yetta’s head, who had shut her mouth closed, trying to avoid eating any more meat that the trolls were going to feed her.

Trish looked up to Fiona and called out, “Hey, aren’t you going to come down. We’re thinking of having big celebration once this is all over!”

“Umm, no, I’m actually thinking of maybe heading home, I think it’s about time I head back. I’m going to use this big, stuffed gut to launch myself to the kingdom.” Fiona explained, feeling the over pressured orb shifting beneath her feet, groaning and grumbling, trying to accommodate all the food.

“Aren’t you afraid that you may kill yourself?” Trish asked, her eyes falling on the angry red balloon before her.

“I’ve survived worse, believe or not,” said Fiona, “But once I make it back home, I’ll send you a messenger pigeon, alright?”

“Alright, I’ll wait for your letter!” Trish responded, waving to Fiona, “Bye!”

“Bye,” Fiona said back to her.

Trish looked to the trolls, who had Yetta’s mouth pried open ready to feed the final morsel on command, and signaled them to feed it to her. Once they force fed Yetta the final chunk, the morsel had immediate effect once it landed into her massive, red, dangerously overfed gut, causing the planetoid orb to expand one final time, trembling in an unstable rat as loud creaks and groans grew louder as the orb was reaching it’s inevitable outcome. The trolls began running out, evacuating the castle and hiding behind the statues and rocks. Fiona tried to keep her footing on the shaking ground, trying to place herself in the right position to be set off into her desired destination.

Trish saluted her friend good bye and she passed the suffering Yeti, who was howling in agony and looked at Trish with pleading eyes, begging her to do something that would bring Yetta back. In response to her pleads, Trish, speaking for herself, Joe and all the other trolls, promptly gave Yetta a much needed, and overdue, bird flipping before evacuating the premises.

Yetta looked in despair as her belly helplessly tried to contain the enormously unhealthy amount of food in inside it, creaking audible and groaning loudly, announcing its imminent end. Fiona, on the other hand, was completely ecstatic as she waited for the final part of her plan to come into fruition, waiting for the explosive demise of this tyrannical Yeti, which will send her flying to her home as she had planned. But as she thought about it, another idea crept up into her mind that she hadn’t considered. She’s never been this close to a ticking time bomb before; she was always at least a foot or more away from the explosive gut when it sent her flying away. Fiona cocked her to the side, thinking ‘Is this going to hurt?’ But before she could raise a finger to question this out loud, the surface beneath her jumped up, the planetoid gut of the Yeti lurched outwards one final time, leaving Yetta only enough time to squeal out a whimper, before finally exploding in a thunderous explosion, eradicating the fragile ice castle completely, sending ice, chewed meat, blood and mousey traveler in all directions.

The mousey traveler sky rocketed, realizing that her position might not have been acute enough to have sent her to her home. Instead, she went straight for the clouds, disappearing in the cloudy mist, sending her high above the air. As she stayed hovering for a few seconds, high above the clouds, seconds before she’d plummet to the ground where she’d splatter like a squished grape only to have been killed by the rapid winds going against, breaking every bone in her body and rendering her into a puddle *clears throat* she view the beautiful scenery and finally felt in peace.

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WARNING! This isn't a story about someone getting stuffed and popping, its a story WITH a person getting stuffed and exploding. What's the difference? Well read this long story and find out

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The air was chilly, the ground was cold, the view was hazy but the hands around her were nice and warm. Wait, hands?

The girl shot up to a sitting position, startling the two hospitable creatures around her. They were two, two hairy, frightened, wide eyed trolls. She must happened knocked out and brought here by these trolls. The girl looked down and realized that she had been changed into a warmer, fuzzier coat.

"Where's my clothing?" asked the girl, receiving a look of confusion from the trolls. They must be nearly her size, small critters.

"We threw them away," spoke up the first troll, dressed in his icy blue winter coat, "They were wet and didn't seem optimal for such a cold atmosphere."

"Also, it made you look like a skimpy mistress," added the other troll, dressed in a darker blue coat.

"Trish, you don't say that to someone you just met!" scolded the icy blue troll.

"Oh geez, sorry! Cool your pants, Joe," responded Trish.

"Umm, excuse me, where am I?" asked the confused former mistress, looking around the ice covered room.

"You're in the ice castle, situated at the top of the grand snowy mountain." responded Joe, giving the shivering girl a reassuring smile, "We saw you fly through the sky and slam into the snow sculpture we had built and then we dragged you into the castle to get you warm."

"Yeah, but sadly Joe failed to remember that anyone who enters this wretched castle becomes a slave of the queen," Trish added, glaring at Joe.

“Yeeaah, that’s correct,” admitted the ashamed Joe, scratching his stubby beard.

“The Queen?” asked the shivering girl, looking confused at her two troll compatriots, “What Queen?”

“The Snow Queen,” answered Trish, “she rules this land and everyone in it. I remember back-“

“Hey!” interrupted a third troll from outside of the room, “The day is starting and everyone needs to work now!”

“We were healing a lost traveler!” Trish explained, pointing to the mousey traveler.

“She looks fine, bring her along. No one skimps out of doing work, you know the rules.” The third troll ordered, disappearing down the hall, followed by a line of trudging, working ice trolls. The girl scratched her head, trying to comprehend everything that’s happening.

Joe and Trish moaned in unison, “I thought for sure we’d get out of work duty for today,” commented Joe, slipping in his mitts. “Apparently not,” answered Trish, tossing the girl a pair of gloves and putting some on herself. Trish signaled the girl to hurry as they exited the room. The girl slipped on her gloves and ran behind them, following them down a narrow hallway along with dozen other trolls.

“Eventually I’m going to have to call you by your name so you might as well tell me,” said Trish, turning her head to the girl, Joe leaning close to hear.

“Oh uhh…” the girl thought for a bit, it’s been a long time since anyone has every called her by her name, nearly forgotten it herself, “My name is... Fiona,” she answered.

“Well, Fiona, you gotta know something first before we start working,” Trish began, looking rather serious, “Never ever rebel against the Queen.”

“What?” asked Fiona shocked, looking at Joe who was nodding in response, several other trolls who overheard Trish agreed, “Why not?”

“It’s just not worth it,” answered Joe, looking back ahead.

“Not worth it?” Fiona repeated, “Is the Queen impossible to overthrow?” she asked.

“Something like that,” responded Trish.

“Then what is-” “Shush!” Trish interrupted, covering Fiona’s mouth. The traveler stared in awe as they entered a large dome-like area with a large, spiraling column built up to the very top. She marveled in absolute awe at the sheer size of this room, she would have wondered what use was a room this big for, weren’t not for the fuzzy giant standing before the stairway. If she had to guess, this creature would most likely be the elusive and legendary Yeti that many travelers have written about, no one knows where they are now but she has heard of their writings and findings.

“Alright you trolls!” the Yeti yelled out, towering over the crowd like a white, fuzzy obelisk, “We’re going to split into four groups this time!” All the trolls groaned in response, Fiona still confused by this situation, this Yeti looked fairly easy to overthrow what with the overwhelming number of trolls. “That’s right, I’ve warned you several times before, if one of you slack off, you ALL are going to be affected, and you can thank your buddy Brent for that,” she said, pointing to a rather husky troll, picking him out from the crowd. The crowd turned to Brent, glaring at him angrily. “Luckily for you guys, Brent’s job was to go into the toxic mines and collect coal.” The trolls crowding around Brent growled. “Excellent, so Brent, you take your entourage and go to the mines to finish the job you left for yesterday’s tomorrow… which is today.” The crowd grabbed Brent and dragged him out, having scream pleads of mercy as her feared for fate.

The traveler’s eyes widened upon witnessing this play out, watching the Yeti cackle at the poor troll’s eminent demise. The Yeti continued to cackle before a smell caught her snout, she sniffed again, pinpointing the smell to Fiona. “You!” she pointed, stomping towards her, the trolls scurrying out of the way. The Yeti plucked Fiona up from the crowd and raised her up to the Yeti’s eye level. ‘What is with these giants and picking her up,’ thought the annoyed traveler. “Who are you and why do you smell like blood and pastries?” the Yeti asked rather loudly, nearly leaving Fiona deaf.

As the ringing in her ear stopped, Fiona shook her head and answered, “My name is Fiona, and I used to-ahhh!” the Yeti dropped her onto her palm, cutting her off in midsentence.

“Well Fiona, welcome to my grandiose Ice Castle!” she greeted, “Everyone say hello to Fiona!”

A monotonous “Hello Fiona,” was dragged out of the trolls in unison.

“Now now, I KNOW you can do it better!” the Yeti encouraged, stomping her foot, nearly stepping on some more scurrying trolls.

“Hello Fiona!” cried the trolls in a happier tone, adding in some applause and cheers into the mix.

“Muuuch better,” commented the Yeti, nodding, pleased with the trolls. “Now, allow me to introduce myself,” the Yeti said, turning her attention back to Fiona, “I am Yetta, Queen of the Ice Castle!”

“Hello Yetta,” Fiona greeted.

“Yeah, whatever, we don’t have time for extended greetings right now,” replied Yetta rudely, dropping Fiona back into the crowd where Joe and Trish caught her on time. “Fiona and everyone around her are in charge of going down to the basement and refilling the tanker, get a move on people!” Hurried Yetta, stomping her feet, causing Fiona’s group to run away. Fiona looked back as she was taken away by the crowd, watching as Yetta barked more orders to the crowd surrounding her.

The crowd ran down a corridor before pushing against an old wooden door and entering the dark room. The torches were lit to reveal and slimy, damp room with a large container at the end that stretched past the ceiling, leading to an unknown room.

“What is this place?” asked Fiona, looking around watching as some scrubbed the floor while others fiddled with the pumps, receiving some black goo which oozed into the awaiting buckets.

“We honestly don’t know, we suspect the Queen built this room simply to spite us and probably weaken us,” guessed Trish, carrying a bucket and carrying it over to a pump.

“Honestly, more people have died here than in those toxic mines,” commented Joe, feeding the black oozed into the container as it sucked in its contents and passed it through the pipes that extended into the ceiling.

“Is there anything else for you guys to do here in this terrible castle,” asked Fiona, disgusted by her surroundings.

“Well, the only other jobs available are to crawl through the mines, build the ice table for the dome or cook the overwhelmingly large meal for the Queen. Nothing else.” Said Joe, “unfortunately, none of the jobs are any easier, it’s a horrible process one day after another. And yet, its feels more like a normal routine” he added.

“Why don’t you guys do something about it?” argued Fiona, not helping the trolls in the slightest, angry that these trolls have done nothing but feed this Yeti’s greed and gluttony.

“Yeh wanna know why?” yelled one elderly troll, limping towards Fiona waging his cane at her, “Ah’ll tell ya why! Sit down!” he ordered, Fiona saw nowhere to sit and stood her ground. “Good, ahright… Us here trolls have tried countless times to overthrow the Queen, but every time we do, she returns the next day like nothing happened!”

Fiona stared at him in confusion, “I don’t understand. You kicked her out and she returns? Countless times? Why didn’t you just kill her?”

The old troll bonked Fiona on the head with the cane, “Don’t interrupt! It’s rude. Anyways, yes! We have tried to kill her, many, many times! We’ve dropped a chandelier on her head, poisoned her meals and we even so much as to burn her body to a crisp! We tried everything! And every time we thought we got her, we’d celebrate and vote on a new king or queen. But then the very next day, we’d find her there, alive and unscathed, as if all our work hadn’t happened. Of course, she would have the troll kings and queens killed; trying to show us that it’s hopeless. We’ll never be able to overthrow her.”

Fiona stayed in silence, this crazy old troll must be lying, and this story was completely insane. “Is this true?” she asked the others, everyone agreed, they had all tried their hand at killing the Queen, only to find her alive and well the next day.

“Let me guess,” chimed in the old man, “You don’t believe us and think you’re method is indeed going to change all this confusion?” he asked, guessing the traveler’s thoughts correctly, “Well forget it, it’ll only accumulate ore work for the next. It ain’t worth it.” He turned and continued his labor, leaving the traveler morally broken.

An hour passed before Trish noticed that Fiona hadn’t moved from her place. “Fiona?” asked Trish, worried about her friend, “Are you okay?”

Fiona had maintained a gaze of worry as troubled thoughts filled her head, she was desperately trying to come up with a plan to permanently get rid of the Queen, but it all ended with the elderly troll quoting his last words, “It ain’t worth it.” This struck her hard, this trolls have been through so much hardship that they don’t believe in hope anymore.

Suddenly, she remembered something, something big. She has dealt with this situation before, dealt with it in stupid way. There was another Queen who took control of a kingdom, a distant kingdom, one filled with residents who were much smaller than this tyrannical Queen. She forced her newly acquired labor workers to work tirelessly to serve her. Nobody would stand up to her for fear of what this giant would do. But Fiona wasn’t, she tried to do something to stop all this torture but it was hopeless. She went up to the Queen and executed a poorly established plan to overthrow her once and for all. But she failed. She was naïve, didn’t know the consequences of her actions. The Queen got rid of her, sold her to a dragon to work endlessly as a slave. That was her punishment for being so abrasive, slave work.

Something had to work, this couldn’t be it! Fiona scrapped together a plan with everything she knew, everything she has learned, and everything she has done. And then it hit her! It all fell into place!

“STOP!” she yelled, all the trolls shocked at the traveler’s outburst, “I have a plan and this one will! You’ll see!” She yelled, pointing towards the old troll, staring at him intensively.

“Alright,” replied the old troll, cracking a smile for the first time in a long time, “But why do we have to stop?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” replied Fiona as she called everyone over to tell her plan.

The day ended like every other day. The trolls finished their duties, the Queen disappeared into her bedroom and the sun sets into night. Fiona laid on her hard, icy bed, grinning in anticipation as to what the next day will bring her.

She had it all planned out, the trolls would pass on her plan to all the other trolls, all them preparing to play their part in the plan, a plan Fiona had thought up, one that will play a much more important part to her than it will to the other trolls. This plan was shoe in to get her back to her kingdom.

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The Yeti awoke in her warm cave like room. This room, unlike the others, was built into the cave instead of on a block of ice. As the Queen, she had to give herself special treatment, obviously. She got out of bed and stretched, scratching her backside as she made her way to the large dome room.

She passed some consoles on a wall which displayed what was good and what was low on supplies. She never paid much attention to it; she only used it as a way to tell whether the trolls slacked off or not. Only one screen displayed a red warning, announcing that it was low on supplies and was in desperate need. She really didn’t care; it just told that she needs to send another random group of trolls to the mines, no biggie.

She taped on the console and continued her way. Upon entering the large dome-like room, she was met with a different scenario. The trolls were already up and crowding the room, the Queen could guess what was going to happen. She nodded and smiled in disbelief. “Wow, really? You guys are going to try to overthrow me again?” she asked the angry crowd of trolls, walking towards them. As she did, she tripped over a length of rope that had been placed by the door way, sending her failing down on the cold, hard ground.

The trolls, led by the courageous Fiona, overwhelmed the Yeti and sprawled her on her back, tying down her hands and feet to prevent her from halting their plans. The Yeti struggled with her cuffs, trying to free herself, but it was no use.

“You guys do know that this is hopeless, right?” the Yeti yelled out, “You’re plans to overthrow me never work and this one is no different!” Suddenly, she felt someone walking on her stomach. It was none other than Fiona, Yetta expected this, it’s always the newbies who try to overthrow her.

“I don’t know, I think you’ll be surprised by how this plan will turn out,” Fiona boasted, feeling rather proud of herself, “Trolls!” Upon being called, the trolls came out in a single filed line, pushing cart after cart, each one filled with plates of cooked meats and side dishes, all freshly cooked and filling the room with a savory aroma, watering the mouths of the trolls the smelled it.

“What are you going to do? Make me suffer as I watch you guys eat?” asked the Yeti, confused by how this plan was folding out.

Fiona laughed in response, “Nonsense, you’re going to eat. You’re going to eat all of the food we’ve prepared for! I’ve dealt with tyrants like you before, and I’m going to take you out the same way I took them all out!” Fiona paused for dramatic effect, “With a bang!”

“Oh,” was the only thing Yetta could say, confused and also a bit frightened by the character standing on her stomach.

“Alright people, let the force feeding, begin!” announced Fiona, lifting her fist in the air.

The trolls began stuffing the Yeti’s mouth with food, cramming her mouth with juicy slabs of steak and beef. Yetta, confident that this plan of theirs was going to crash and burn the very next day, played along and consumed whatever the trolls fed her. Plate after plate came, feeding Yetta more and more food; the systematic trolls would automatically head back to the carts, collecting more plates of food and return to the awaiting gapping mouth of the Yeti, dumping the plate’s contents. It was routinely: wait for the Yeti to finish chewing and swallowing her, dump plate’s contents in her mouth, head back to the cart and repeat. It was a robotic procedure, one that filled the Yeti’s gut with more and more food.

The Yeti was absolutely enjoying this plan, whatever it was that they were trying to accomplish with it. Feed her food? Yes, please! With her plate of food that the Yeti consumed, she felt her stomach filling up more and more, and before she knew it, she had a sizable swell growing where her flat stomach was. She didn’t care what the outcome was going to be, pop her if they want, make her blow up the whole castle if they want to, whatever made the trolls feed her food was an A+ in her book. Besides, it only meant that the trolls would have more work to do tomorrow.

Fiona was also content with how this plan was following, she had expected the Yeti to play along with the plan, letting her think that this plan was going to fail at the end; the Yeti’s own ego will be her downfall. Fiona maintained her place on top of the swelling orb, watching as it rose her higher up towards the roof. As she expected, this Yeti had an appetite several times bigger than her own stature, allowing Fiona to deal with a massive gut to use for her own scheme.

The trolls showed no sign of ceasing their act of feeding the bloated Snow Queen, stuffing more and more plates of meats and side dishes into her mouth, some not even waiting if she finished with her previous, stuffing more food into her mouth. With each mouthful of food, the Queen’s belly grew bigger and bigger, dwarfing the Yeti with each mouthful she consumed. And the bigger the bloated orb got, the closer Fiona was to the ceiling, as she inched closer to the ceiling she noticed something that might hamper her plans, icicles. Fiona had planned for the gut to break out of the roof of the room (They started out at the corner of the room so the roof was much closer than at the center of the room) but it might be cut short if those icicles pierce this Yeti’s gut.

As the gut was inching closer to the icicles, Fiona had the urge to tell the trolls stop, she was thinking of it, but she needed to be closer to the ceiling in order for her to hack at the ceiling with her knife to break it.

Oh, what? You thought the belly was going push itself out? Of course now, that would crush Fiona, come on!

Fiona sat, thinking what to do, watching the icicle inch closer to the taut surface of the titanic fleshy orb, listening to the loud complains of the overfed stomach, pleading to cease the intake of food the Yeti was devouring. She was unsure what she could do to avoid this bomb from detonating prematurely. Suddenly, she thought of something, break the icicle off, that’s it! She sat upright, eager to do it before her eyes widened in fear. The icicle was pressed firmly against the surface, denting the surface ever so slightly. Fiona curled up and covered her, bracing herself.

CRACK!

She opened her eyes to see that the icicle, which wasn’t sharp enough to puncture the taut surface of the enormous gut, had been pushed outwards instead, causing the ceiling to shatter completely, as well as rest of the roof, allowing the trolls and the overstuffed Yeti a breathtaking view of the winter sky. Beautiful.

Fiona heard the Yeti let out a loud groan and walked to the side of the belly to see what’s up with her.

“You… you think you can… uuugh... get rid of me… like this?” Yetta managed to say in between groans and shortened breaths, “I’ll be… I’ll be back tomorrow… and… and then you will all pay!” she continued, giving a faint cackle, moaning in pain as it caused her gut to wobble dangerously.

“That may be true,” admitted Fiona, nodding in agreement, “Had we supplied you enough black goo for you to do so,” she added, the Yeti’s eyes widening in shock, “For you see, I figured out what it was for, the constant deaths only for you to return back the next day, made me think that something must have been bringing you back.” Fiona walked left and right, faking a pensive thought, each step causing the Yeti to wince in pain as her titanic gut creaked in agony, “It couldn’t be the coal, that was used for cooking, not the cooking, that was for you to eat, not the ice sculpting, they were made as furniture for you to enjoy your meals on, so,” the Fiona said, giving a small jump, causing the gut to groan in protest to this torture, “so in process of elimination, you must be able to come back thanks to the black goo that the trolls have been feeding to the tanker. But wait, my team and I didn’t refill the container in the basement with the black goo! Oh!” She gave the gut a stomp, causing another groan to come out, “That means, if you die, you won’t come back.”

The Yeti was freaking out at this point, it never occurred to her that the trolls would actually piece together random facts together to come up with this outcome, then again, the one standing on her gut isn’t a troll. “Wow,” started Yetta nervously, “That is… ugh... one wild conclusion you… uuuugh… came up with,” the Yeti managed to say with difficulty, “Can’t believe you guys would actually believe this junk,” the Yeti said to the trolls.

The trolls looked at each before Trish spoke up, “Yeah, it is a wild conclusion…” the others nodded in agreement, “but it wouldn’t hurt to try.” The trolls crowded Yetta’s head, who had shut her mouth closed, trying to avoid eating any more meat that the trolls were going to feed her.

Trish looked up to Fiona and called out, “Hey, aren’t you going to come down. We’re thinking of having big celebration once this is all over!”

“Umm, no, I’m actually thinking of maybe heading home, I think it’s about time I head back. I’m going to use this big, stuffed gut to launch myself to the kingdom.” Fiona explained, feeling the over pressured orb shifting beneath her feet, groaning and grumbling, trying to accommodate all the food.

“Aren’t you afraid that you may kill yourself?” Trish asked, her eyes falling on the angry red balloon before her.

“I’ve survived worse, believe or not,” said Fiona, “But once I make it back home, I’ll send you a messenger pigeon, alright?”

“Alright, I’ll wait for your letter!” Trish responded, waving to Fiona, “Bye!”

“Bye,” Fiona said back to her.

Trish looked to the trolls, who had Yetta’s mouth pried open ready to feed the final morsel on command, and signaled them to feed it to her. Once they force fed Yetta the final chunk, the morsel had immediate effect once it landed into her massive, red, dangerously overfed gut, causing the planetoid orb to expand one final time, trembling in an unstable rat as loud creaks and groans grew louder as the orb was reaching it’s inevitable outcome. The trolls began running out, evacuating the castle and hiding behind the statues and rocks. Fiona tried to keep her footing on the shaking ground, trying to place herself in the right position to be set off into her desired destination.

Trish saluted her friend good bye and she passed the suffering Yeti, who was howling in agony and looked at Trish with pleading eyes, begging her to do something that would bring Yetta back. In response to her pleads, Trish, speaking for herself, Joe and all the other trolls, promptly gave Yetta a much needed, and overdue, bird flipping before evacuating the premises.

Yetta looked in despair as her belly helplessly tried to contain the enormously unhealthy amount of food in inside it, creaking audible and groaning loudly, announcing its imminent end. Fiona, on the other hand, was completely ecstatic as she waited for the final part of her plan to come into fruition, waiting for the explosive demise of this tyrannical Yeti, which will send her flying to her home as she had planned. But as she thought about it, another idea crept up into her mind that she hadn’t considered. She’s never been this close to a ticking time bomb before; she was always at least a foot or more away from the explosive gut when it sent her flying away. Fiona cocked her to the side, thinking ‘Is this going to hurt?’ But before she could raise a finger to question this out loud, the surface beneath her jumped up, the planetoid gut of the Yeti lurched outwards one final time, leaving Yetta only enough time to squeal out a whimper, before finally exploding in a thunderous explosion, eradicating the fragile ice castle completely, sending ice, chewed meat, blood and mousey traveler in all directions.

The mousey traveler sky rocketed, realizing that her position might not have been acute enough to have sent her to her home. Instead, she went straight for the clouds, disappearing in the cloudy mist, sending her high above the air. As she stayed hovering for a few seconds, high above the clouds, seconds before she’d plummet to the ground where she’d splatter like a squished grape only to have been killed by the rapid winds going against, breaking every bone in her body and rendering her into a puddle *clears throat* she view the beautiful scenery and finally felt in peace.