Trollge: The Cursed Smile

== WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT. ==
Trollge: The Cursed Smile
It was a chilly Halloween night, the kind where the wind whispers your name, and the shadows feel like they’re watching you. Mike, a college sophomore, was spending the evening alone, scrolling through internet forums in search of some spooky stories to pass the time. He stumbled across a strange thread titled “The Trollge Incident: The Cursed Smile”. The post claimed it was an unsolved mystery involving an urban legend that was so terrifying, the police erased all traces of its existence.
Against his better judgment, Mike clicked on it.
The story was vague—rumors about a disturbing video involving a distorted figure called “Trollge.” People said the video showed the figure’s face stretching into a grotesque smile, as he stalked his victims. The smile was not ordinary; it was unnatural, wide and jagged, like someone had carved it into his face with a knife. The legend warned that anyone who viewed the full video would soon find themselves grinning uncontrollably…and that it wouldn’t stop.
Mike was a skeptic. Creepypastas, urban legends—they were all just stories. After a few clicks, he found a link labeled: “Trollge Smile - Uncut Version”. His curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked.
The video began with static. A figure slowly emerged—Trollge. His face was obscured at first, just a silhouette against the noise, but as the static cleared, his twisted grin became visible. The smile was wrong. It was too wide, too sharp, stretching from ear to ear like a brutal slash across his face. The eyes—black voids that pulsed with malevolent energy—bored into the screen. The audio was garbled, but beneath the distortion, Mike could hear faint, wheezing laughter.
As the video progressed, Trollge’s body began to twitch unnaturally. His limbs jerked as if they were being pulled by invisible strings. Suddenly, a scream pierced the silence—agonizing and primal. Blood spurted onto the screen. Trollge was no longer alone. In the background, shadowy figures appeared, their mouths stretched into the same sickening grin, but with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, staining their clothes.
Trollge grinned wider.
The next moment, the screen flashed with disturbing images—mutilated corpses, slashed throats, eyes gouged out. Blood. So much blood. Mike’s heart raced as a scene unfolded showing Trollge standing over a person strapped to a chair. The victim’s mouth was pried open, and Trollge slowly lowered a razor-sharp blade into their mouth. The sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking filled the speakers as Trollge carved a grotesque smile into their face. Blood poured from the gashes, soaking their chest as they twitched violently, their body jerking in uncontrollable spasms.He then gets the razor blade and fully decapitates the victim from there mouth 
Suddenly, the video stopped. The screen went black, but Mike’s reflection remained. His heart was pounding, his breath shaky. Then, slowly, his mouth began to twitch. His lips curled upward without his control, and his reflection grinned back at him with a malicious intensity he couldn’t stop.
Uncut Version: Trollge - The Endless Bloodbath 
The original story is disturbing, but the uncut version is something entirely different—unbearably graphic, banned on every forum. What Mike saw next wasn’t just horror; it was an assault on his mind.
After the initial video, his screen flickered back on. This time, Trollge was standing in a dimly lit room, surrounded by bodies. They were hung from meat hooks, their faces ripped apart, their limbs ripped off, their blood dripping in thick streams to the floor. The wet squelch of blood hitting the ground filled Mike’s headphones. Trollge, now bathed in crimson, dragged a corpse toward the camera, holding it up by its hair. The lifeless eyes stared into Mike’s soul, hollow and pleading.
Without warning, Trollge dug his fingers into the victim’s skull, cracking it open like a rotting fruit. Brain matter spilled out, mixing with the blood. Trollge’s grin widened as he smeared the remains across his own face, laughing—a high-pitched, unnatural cackle that made Mike feel sick.
Suddenly, the screen cut to a new scene. A woman was being chased through a forest. Her sobs echoed through the trees as she stumbled over roots and rocks. She looked back, and there Trollge was, gliding unnaturally fast, his smile gleaming in the darkness. She didn’t make it far. When Trollge caught her, he grabbed her by the throat, his jagged nails digging deep into her flesh. With one swift motion, he tore her head clean off. Blood spurted in a fountain, covering the trees like some twisted artwork. Trollge held the head, staring into its dead eyes before taking a bite from her cheek, chewing slowly, savoring it.He then ripped out both of her eyeballs and eat them too. a dingy alley, the night air hung heavy with the fetid smell of garbage and decay. A group of six friends huddled together, their laughter cutting through the oppressive silence, completely unaware of the nightmare that lurked in the shadows. The dim light from a flickering streetlamp barely illuminated the grimy brick walls, casting twisted shapes that danced as the friends shared stories and sipped from a shared bottle of cheap whiskey.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. Laughter faltered, replaced by an unshakeable sense of dread. From the darkness emerged Trollge, a monstrous figure cloaked in shadows, his eyes deep voids of malice and hunger. A wide, grotesque grin split his face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth glistening with fresh blood.
Before the friends could react, Trollge lunged at the nearest victim, a burly man named Derek. He grabbed Derek by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. With an ear-splitting crack, Trollge slammed him against the wall, the impact causing the bricks to shatter. Derek’s head bounced off the wall, and in a sickening display, his eyes bulged and popped from their sockets, spraying a fountain of blood across the alley. The warm, viscous liquid splattered on the others, drenching them in the metallic scent of death.
“Look at this!” Trollge cackled, relishing the chaos. He produced a serrated knife, its blade glistening ominously in the dim light, and plunged it deep into Derek’s abdomen. As he twisted the knife, blood erupted like a geyser, drenching Trollge and the alley in crimson. He yanked the blade free, the sound of tearing flesh echoing in the confined space.
Derek gasped, collapsing to the ground as blood pooled around him, his hands clutching his stomach, desperately trying to hold his insides in. With a twisted grin, Trollge knelt beside him, and with sadistic delight, he began to carve into Derek’s torso, cutting open his chest and exposing his ribcage. He pulled apart the bones, the sound of snapping cartilage mingling with Derek’s agonized screams. Trollge reached into the cavity, pulling out the still-warm heart, holding it aloft as Derek’s life force drained away.
Next, Trollge turned his attention to Lisa, a young woman with wide, terrified eyes. He lunged at her, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her close. With a swift motion, he pressed the blade against her throat, dragging it across her skin. Blood poured forth, glistening in the flickering light, and Trollge reveled in the warmth that splattered on his face. As her screams echoed through the alley, he thrust the knife deeper, severing her carotid artery. She clutched her throat, choking on her own blood as it gushed out, painting the walls in a macabre artwork.
The other friends stood frozen in horror, their minds unable to comprehend the brutality unfolding before them. Trollge, now fueled by the terror and bloodlust, targeted Tim, a scrawny guy who tried to flee. Trollge was quicker. He tackled Tim to the ground, pinning him beneath his weight. As Tim struggled, Trollge grinned, lifting the knife and plunging it into Tim’s side with a sickening squelch. He twisted the blade, feeling it slice through flesh and puncture a lung, forcing Tim to gasp and choke as blood filled his mouth.
“Not so fast!” Trollge sneered, pulling the knife out and slashing it across Tim’s throat, severing his vocal cords. Tim’s eyes widened in terror as he gurgled, blood spilling down his chest. Trollge laughed, enjoying the show, and then ripped off Tim’s fingers one by one, the sound of snapping bones and skin tearing filling the alley as Tim writhed in pain.
The remaining friends, paralyzed by fear, barely registered Marco’s frantic attempt to escape. Trollge sprang forward, grabbing Marco by the collar and slamming him against the brick wall with bone-crushing force. Marco’s head collided with the wall, and the sickening sound of cracking bone filled the air. Blood streamed down his face as his vision blurred, and Trollge wasted no time, slashing open Marco’s belly with a brutal strike.
The blade cut through skin and fat, and Trollge dug his hands into the gaping wound, pulling out strands of intestines and letting them dangle from his fingers like grotesque ribbons. He stuffed them into Marco’s mouth, forcing him to choke on his own guts as Trollge laughed maniacally. The sight of Marco, wide-eyed and gasping for breath as he bled out, was pure ecstasy for Trollge.
The two remaining victims, sisters Emily and Sarah, clung to each other, their terror palpable. In a moment of panic, they turned to flee. Trollge, sensing their desperation, unleashed his speed. He caught up with Emily, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her off the ground. With a swift motion, he pulled out a jagged piece of metal from a nearby dumpster and slashed it across her face, leaving a deep, bloody gash.
As Emily screamed, Trollge pressed the jagged metal into her mouth, forcing it open as he shoved his fist inside. He laughed as he felt the warmth of her tongue against his skin, pulling out chunks of her flesh as she writhed in agony. Blood poured from her mouth, mingling with the alley’s filth, and Trollge reveled in her torment.
Sarah, frozen in horror, watched as her sister was mercilessly brutalized. In a desperate attempt to escape, she stumbled backward, falling into a puddle of warm blood, the slickness making her lose her balance. Trollge turned his gaze toward her, eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
With a swift motion, he lunged at Sarah, stabbing her in the shoulder with a rusty knife. He twisted the blade violently, grinning as her screams echoed through the alley. Blood sprayed everywhere as Trollge ripped the knife free, dragging it down her body and opening up a deep gash across her chest.
“Let’s make this a family affair,” he taunted, pressing his hands into her wound, feeling her heartbeat slow as he dug deeper, ripping apart muscle and sinew. He reached into her chest cavity, pulling out her still-beating heart and holding it up like a trophy, blood dripping from his fingers as her body convulsed.
Trollge tossed the heart aside carelessly, letting it splatter against the ground. Sarah’s screams faded into horrified gasps as she bled out, her body growing limp.
Standing amid the carnage, Trollge surveyed the gruesome scene, a macabre masterpiece of blood and death. The alley was transformed into a hellish tableau of dismembered bodies, blood-soaked walls, and the sickening scent of decay.
As he walked away, leaving the horror behind, a chilling laugh echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of the unholy rampage that had just unfolded. The darkness closed in around him, but the blood remained, a testament to his insatiable thirst for violence and the nightmare he had unleashed. 
(Based off the Terrifer 2 dream Tommy gun scene) And then the next scene is trollge goes into a mall and then grabs a minigun and starts shooting and mowing down hundreds of people there are piles of body’s everywhere and rivers of blood and also there’s body parts and the mall is literally littered with blood and corpses then he puts down the minigun and finds the manager and grabs a metal bar and sticks it inside the manager’s mouth and there’s a fountain of blood spaying from the manager’s mouth and the manager gagging in his own blood. 
And then it cuts to the next scene. It was a peaceful afternoon at the local playground, the kind where laughter echoed from every corner as children played on the swings and slides. The sun had started to set, casting an orange glow over the park. Unbeknownst to the parents watching their children, Trollge had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 
Suddenly, without warning, Trollge appeared at the entrance, holding a rusted machete dripping with dried blood. The parents screamed, attempting to gather their children, but Trollge was too quick. In one swift motion, he swung the machete, cleaving a father in two right before his son’s eyes. Blood splattered across the playground, coating the sand and playground equipment.
Panicked, the children tried to run, but Trollge sprinted after them, his sick grin widening. He grabbed a boy by the leg, swung him around like a ragdoll, and slammed him into a nearby slide, shattering the boy’s skull on impact. The crack of bone echoed through the park as blood trickled down the plastic slide, pooling at the bottom.
A group of parents attempted to fight back, but Trollge slashed through them with ease, his machete slicing through flesh like butter. One mother was disemboweled, her organs spilling out onto the ground as she tried to crawl away, leaving a trail of blood behind her. Her screams grew weaker as Trollge stomped on her head, crushing her skull under his foot with a sickening crunch.
The remaining children hid under the jungle gym, trembling in fear. Trollge approached slowly, dragging his machete along the ground, the metal scraping against the concrete. He reached under the jungle gym and yanked one child out by the arm, snapping it in the process. The child shrieked in agony, but Trollge silenced him by slamming his head repeatedly against the metal bars until there was nothing left but a bloody pulp.
The last child tried to flee up the slide, but Trollge climbed after him. Reaching the top, Trollge grabbed the boy by the hair and held him over the edge, dangling him above the blood-soaked playground. With a twisted grin, he let go, watching as the boy fell headfirst, his neck snapping instantly upon impact. 
Trollge descended the slide, now covered in blood, and stood over the mangled bodies scattered across the playground. He slowly looked around at the aftermath—the once joyful place now nothing but a scene of horror and carnage. He raised his bloodied machete in the air, grinning at the silence that followed. 
And then it cuts to a nightclub. It was at “Pulse,” the hottest nightclub in the city. The dance floor was packed with people, the bass thumping so hard it shook the walls. Neon lights flashed across the room, and the bar was bustling with patrons downing shots and cocktails. In the middle of the chaos, nobody noticed the figure that slipped through the back door—Trollge.
Trollge stepped onto the dance floor, a spiked metal bat in one hand and a rusted sledgehammer in the other. Without warning, he swung the bat into a dancer’s face, the spikes tearing through skin, ripping flesh apart, and embedding themselves into the skull. The dancer was sent flying across the room, blood spraying onto the people nearby, who screamed in terror. Trollge pulled the bat free, leaving the victim’s face a shredded, unrecognizable mess, and turned toward the rest of the crowd.
The club-goers panicked, trying to rush for the exits, but the cramped room made escape impossible. Trollge began swinging the sledgehammer, smashing it down onto anyone within reach. A man’s chest caved in as the hammer came down with bone-crushing force, ribs snapping like twigs, sending splinters of bone into his lungs. Blood and pieces of organs splattered onto the floor as he collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath before choking on his own blood. And then trollge pulls out a Tommy gun and starts shooting dozens of them and there blood all over the floor 
Trollge moved to the bar, where people were frantically trying to hide behind tables and stools. He grabbed one of the bartenders, lifted her over the counter, and threw her onto a table, breaking her spine on impact. As she screamed in agony, Trollge pulled out a pair of jagged knives and began slicing her open, inch by inch. Blood gushed from her abdomen as her organs spilled out onto the sticky club floor, mixing with the spilled alcohol and glass shards. Her screams were drowned out by the chaos, but the sight was enough to send more people into hysterics. He also then grabs a hammer and smashes a guy’s skull in and blood goes all over the desk.
A man tried to tackle Trollge from behind, but Trollge grabbed him by the throat, lifted him into the air, and threw him headfirst into one of the speakers. His skull shattered against the metal, sending bits of bone and brain matter splattering against the walls. And then trollge sticked his head inside the speaker itself and electrocuted him. Trollge then grabbed another person by the leg and swung them like a ragdoll, smashing them repeatedly into a mirror until their body was nothing but a broken, bleeding pile of limbs, blood, and shattered glass.
He turned his attention to the DJ booth, where the DJ was frantically trying to escape through the emergency exit. Trollge swung the sledgehammer at the DJ’s legs, shattering both kneecaps in a single blow. The DJ collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain, but Trollge wasn’t finished. He grabbed the DJ’s head and slammed it into the turntables, the sharp edges cutting deep into the man’s face. With a sickening grin, Trollge turned the volume up to max, the loud bass causing the DJ’s eardrums to burst as his face was smeared across the equipment, leaving trails of blood and flesh.
By now, the club had become a horror scene. Blood was pooling on the dance floor, and body parts were scattered everywhere. Trollge moved to the VIP section, where a group had barricaded themselves in, hoping to survive. He kicked the door open with a single, powerful blow, sending splinters flying. Inside, the group huddled together, trembling in fear.
Trollge grabbed one of the men and ripped his arm off with brute force, leaving a geyser of blood spraying from the stump. The man screamed in agony, but Trollge quickly silenced him by shoving the severed arm down his throat, choking him to death. Another person tried to flee, but Trollge smashed her head against the wall repeatedly, leaving nothing but a gory smear as her skull caved in, brain matter splattering across the walls like grotesque paint.
The last survivor, in pure terror, tried to hide under a couch, but Trollge grabbed them by the hair and dragged them out. He pinned them to the floor and began slicing their face off slowly with a broken shard of glass, peeling the skin away like layers of fabric. The victim’s muffled screams echoed in the VIP room as blood pooled beneath their body, their face left a grotesque, skinless mask of raw muscle and exposed bone.
Finally, Trollge stood over the carnage, surveying his handiwork. Blood dripped from the walls and ceilings, the once vibrant nightclub now a slaughterhouse filled with the bodies of the dead and dying. With a final swing of his spiked bat, Trollge smashed the club’s neon sign, sending sparks flying as the room was plunged into darkness. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the massive outdoor venue. As the crowd roared, a sea of excited faces swayed in anticipation of the legendary rock band about to take the stage. It was a celebration of life, but beneath the surface, a darker presence lurked.
(This is based off the Terrifer 3 music video “work of art”) As the first chords reverberated through the air, the atmosphere shifted. Trollge watched from the shadows, a sinister smile stretching across his face. The moment was perfect for chaos. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a storm of violence on the unsuspecting security team, the sound of gunfire echoing in the distance, muffled by the pounding music. Bodies crumpled to the ground, the guards falling like dominoes, and the darkness of his actions went unnoticed in the chaos unfolding before him.
With the security wiped out, Trollge stepped into the thrumming crowd, weaving through the throngs of concert-goers. He began tossing weapons into the audience—baseball bats, knives, and guns—filling their hands with tools of destruction. Confusion spread like wildfire as people realized they were now armed, their excitement morphing into a primal urge for violence.
“lla meht llort!” Trollge shouted, his voice cutting through the music, a command that echoed with twisted authority. The band, oblivious to the turmoil, played on, unaware that their performance had become the catalyst for bloodshed.
As the first notes of their new song pulsed through the speakers, the crowd erupted into chaos. Rage replaced euphoria; friends turned on friends, lovers became foes. The music’s hypnotic rhythm drove them into a frenzy, pushing them to violence. Screams and shouts of terror mingled with laughter and madness as the audience devolved into a savage melee.
Oceans of blood began to pool at the feet of the stage, soaking into the grass, quickly turning the vibrant green into a deep crimson. Trollge watched, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as the carnage escalated. The once joyous concert became hell itself, the energy of the crowd transformed into a dark tide of violence.
Within moments, the blood flowed like a huge river, spilling over the barriers and into the crowd mountains of bodies began to form, a grotesque testament to the chaos. The air thickened with the metallic scent of death, and the ground became saturated, sinking under the weight of countless lives lost. Entire soccer fields worth of blood surrounded the stage, a haunting landscape of destruction.
With the body count climbing, Trollge’s smile widened. Over half a million lives had been extinguished, each one a testament to the havoc he had wrought. It was the biggest massacre ever recorded, and he was its orchestrator.
The music reached a fever pitch as the band, still playing, remained blissfully unaware of their role in the carnage. In a fit of dark amusement, Trollge drew his weapon and fired, silencing the musicians forever. The echoes of their final notes mingled with the cries of the dying, creating a symphony of horror.
As the stage fell silent, Trollge stepped back, surveying the sea of death and destruction before him. Blood swirled around him, turning the concert venue into a macabre ocean, and with a satisfied nod, he turned away, leaving the chaos behind. The night air was thick with the scent of blood and madness, and Trollge faded into the shadows, a specter of chaos in a world forever changed.
In the silence, the only sound that remained was the slow, steady drip of blood hitting the floor.
and then the next scene is a sleepover where there’s 3 boys and then trollge comes up and chops the first one in half with an axe and blood is everywhere on the floor and the 2 other boys keep slipping all over the blood and then one of them vomits repeatedly over and over again and then gets a heart attack from the sheer amount of gore and there covered in vomit also and then third one while not looking accidentally jumps out the window on upstairs breaking his neck. Trollge then goes down stairs and it’s reveal he already killed the mom and dad with an chainsaw and there chopped up into pieces and also the sister got rats feasting on her corpse after trollge shot her.And then the grandpa had is being suffocated and then trollge rips out his spine and and the grandma got her throat pierced by the grandpa’s spine.and then the little daughter gets killed off screen but you could still see a splatter of blood. And then there was the step uncle hiding in the basement which Trollge grabbed his head and put him in the furnace.And then he drags the step uncle’s almost dead body and makes him watch Trollge massacre his roommates by stabbing ripping the first roommate’s fingers off and then trollge splits this guy’s scalp off slowly and painfully and then when the roommate is crying off pain trollge laughs and then puts a rusty nail inside his skull and then hammers it feeling into his skull over and over and over again and he also removes the nail and gets a knife and stabs his skull and his brain matter is shown and then trollge chops off his ears and then puts a nail into his hand and now there’s blood everywhere and then grabs the second roommate and pours hot boiling water on him and breaks his arm and then gets a knife and then gets a cheese grinder and grinds his penis and then cuts his head off and the the third roommate runs away but sees the dead body’s of the daughter her phone inserted into her guts and then he sees all the dead family members of the step’s uncle and also the dead boys what was at a sleepover and right before he could leave trollge stabs him with an axe. And then after killing the family,the roommates and the boys and finally kills the step uncle by getting a switchblade and then stabbing him in the throat. The camera opens on a dimly lit living room, its walls splattered with dark stains, remnants of violent encounters. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting eerie shadows. The air is thick with tension, and a faint, unsettling hum emanates from an old electric fan in the corner, rotating slowly, its blades scattering bits of dust into the air. 
Three friends—JEN, MIKE, and SARAH—huddle together, their faces pale with fear. They’ve barricaded themselves inside this forsaken house, unsure of how long they can hold out against the madness outside. The distant roar of a chainsaw pierces the silence, echoing like a death knell.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and there stands TROLLGE—a hulking figure cloaked in shadows, a twisted grin stretching across his face. In one hand, he wields a bloodied chainsaw; in the other, a glinting knife, its blade stained crimson with the remnants of his last victims.
MIKE: (whispering) We need to get out of here!
SARAH: (voice trembling) We can’t. He’ll find us.
Trollge tilts his head, as if he can hear their frantic whispers. He takes a step forward, and the chainsaw roars to life, drowning out their voices with a mechanical growl. The fan whirs faster, as if sensing the impending chaos.
JEN: (panicking) What do we do?
With a swift motion, Trollge throws the knife across the room, embedding it into the wall mere inches from Sarah’s head. She gasps, eyes wide, as the blade quivers in place, blood dribbling from its handle.
TROLLGE: (voice distorted) Let’s play a game!
Trollge lunges forward, revving the chainsaw. Jen grabs a nearby lamp and swings it at him, but he dodges effortlessly, the chainsaw buzzing dangerously close. With a quick motion, he slices through the lamp, shattering it into pieces.
MIKE: (desperately) We need to split up!
As they scatter, Trollge spins the chainsaw, expertly carving through the room. He lunges at Mike, who barely dodges. The chainsaw grazes his side, ripping through flesh and muscle. Blood sprays across the walls as Mike screams, clutching his wound. Trollge twists the chainsaw, pulling out a handful of Mike’s intestines, which spill to the ground in a gruesome display. Trollge, unfazed, grins wider, enjoying the torment. He leans down, chainsaw still buzzing, and drags the blade across Mike’s abdomen, ripping through flesh with a sickening squelch. Guts spill out, cascading onto the floor, a grotesque pile of entrails. In a sadistic frenzy, he twists the chainsaw deeper, pulling it upward, gutting Mike like an animal. Blood sprays in a crimson arc, coating the walls as Mike’s screams grow weaker, his body convulsing violently before going still. Trollge steps back, surveying the carnage with glee.Trollge then rips off his nose and then strangles him with a electric bar and then shoves rats up his ass and they run into his mouth eating Mike’s organs from the inside and then Mike starts oozing black vomit from his mouth and he’s crying blood and then trollge laughs and then splits his head in half with an remote
TROLLGE: (laughing) 
With a sickening slurp, he swings the chainsaw again, this time targeting Mike’s leg. He slices clean through, severing the limb. Mike is almost dead but trollge is keeping him alive, howling in agony, while Trollge steps over him, a manic gleam in his eyes.
SARAH: (screaming) No!
Trollge cackles, his laughter echoing through the house, a sound that chills them to the bone. He targets Jen next, who trips and falls to the ground. In a split second, he stands over her, chainsaw raised. The camera cuts to her wide eyes, reflecting the merciless attackblade.
With brutal force, he brings the chainsaw down, cleaving through her torso. Blood and guts explode from the wound, showering the room as her body convulses, limbs twitching in a grotesque dance of death. Trollge steps back, watching her struggle, relishing the feeling carnage.And then he repeatedly and ruthlessly stabs and shoots her over and over again he stabs her 28 times and then shoots her 4 times and then he crushes her head with a tv 
Trollge bends down, his hands dripping with blood, and begins to carve into Jen’s abdomen with the knife, pulling out her intestines in a gruesome spectacle. He twists and yanks, a sadistic grin plastered across his face as he tosses the organs aside, letting them fall to the floor with a sickening thud.
CUT TO: The Kitchen
Mike, still conscious but almost dead despite his vile, gruesome injury, drags himself towards the kitchen, desperate to escape. He manages to grab a butcher’s knife from the counter, but he doesn’t see anything because his head is almost completely split in half because of the remote and he’s still alive just because trollge magic and that he wants him to suffer as much as possible but before he can turn around, Trollge appears behind him, the chainsaw buzzing ominously.
TROLLGE: (mockingly) Trying to run away? Of course you are mortal.
With a swift motion, Trollge snatches the knife from Mike’s hand, tossing it aside, and slams him against the counter. He positions the chainsaw at Mike’s neck, the roar drowning out his cries.
TROLLGE: (leaning in) Let’s see how you taste!
With a savage grin, he revs the chainsaw, and in one brutal motion, he slices through Mike’s neck,and then he puts a candle in mikes hand before he could die and lights it up burning Mike from the inside and also trollge then cuts his heads off and then he grabs his head and rips it off. decapitating him with ease. Blood sprays across the walls and all over the room as his head falls to the floor, eyes wide in disbelief. Trollge looks at it, grinning at it like a trophy.
TROLLGE: (holding up the head) 12 more to go 
CUT TO: The Living Room
Jen, now a lifeless heap on the floor, and Mike’s severed head rolling beside her, leave only Sarah standing. She scrambles to her feet, breathing heavily. The fan whirrs ominously in the corner, the shadows dancing across the walls.
SARAH: (crying) Please… no more…
Trollge steps closer, his chainsaw still dripping with fresh blood. He revels in the carnage, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
TROLLGE: (taunting) You think you can escape? This is my hell!
In a final act of desperation, Sarah grabs a nearby broken shard of glass, lunging at Trollge. But he catches her wrist, twisting it until she drops the shard.
With one swift motion, he drags her to the ground and presses the chainsaw against her stomach. He revs it, and the sound is deafening. In a single, brutal slice, he tears through her flesh, the chainsaw ripping her open. Guts spill out, pooling around her as she screams in agony.
As he watches her writhe, he reaches inside her opened torso, pulling out her organs with sadistic glee, tossing them aside like discarded trash. He stands over her, the chainsaw still roaring, relishing the pain unleashed.
OUT:
The screen went black once again. Mike sat in stunned silence, trembling. But then, a final message appeared:
“You’re next. Keep smiling.”
At that moment, his phone buzzed. A notification: “Video recording saved to gallery.” His hands shaking, Mike opened his gallery. There it was—his own face, recorded in real-time, grinning. The smile stretched unnaturally wide, just like Trollge’s. His lips cracked, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth as the smile grew beyond what should be humanly possible. His reflection stared back at him, eyes black as coal, and in the background of the video, a figure stood in the darkness, grinning.
Mike’s last conscious thought before everything went dark was that his face hurt. The smile wouldn’t stop, and the blood kept dripping.
Mike was found three days later by his roommates. The police report was vague, but the photos leaked. His body had been contorted into a grotesque smile, his mouth split open from ear to ear, and his eyes gouged out, His heart ripped out. Blood stained the walls, forming a crude, chilling message:
“The trollge was here. Smile, and you’ll see him too.”
The incident was quickly covered up, and the video disappeared from the web, but rumors of the Trollge incident continued to spread. If you ever find yourself grinning uncontrollably… you know he’s coming for you next.
Happy Halloween.
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