All Trolls go to Heaven (Rewrite)

Chapter 25

"Ok... food... food..." Branch mumbled softly to himself as he looked carefully around the market for some food that Poppy would like. "Just need to find some food..."

The survivalist didn't go to the market that often, only heading into the village on occasion to pick up a few necessities when absolutely needed.

     Usually, he just ate things he could find out in the forest so he didn't have to interact too much with the other trolls. His diet consisted mostly of things like berries, and crunchy swamp moss... Sometimes he was even lucky enough to find some dehydrated snail slime! But he knew Poppy wouldn't enjoy any of that stuff like he did... she liked sweet things like cupcakes, and brownies... lucky for him... he had a giant weakness for brownies as well. Those were his favorite... 😋 so he knew exactly where they were located in the store...

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     Finally, the little blue troll had gathered up enough food for a few days, stealthily bringing it back to the bunker, being extra careful as he took the long way home, just to make absolute sure he wasn't being followed...

     He walked inside, Poppy immediately running over to give him a big hug once he stepped off the elevator.

     "Are you ok?" she asked, almost crying from being so worried about him.
"I'm fine, Poppy," he assured, kissing her head comfortingly. "I got some food..."

     Pulling away from the hug, Branch walked into the kitchen, putting down the bags of groceries as he began to carefully unpack them...

     "What would you like to eat?" he asked, going through the food he had just brought back. "We've got cupcakes... ice cream... frozen pizza... Brownies..." But no matter how many things he listed off, the young queen didn't answer, remaining absolutely silent... "Poppy?"

     Slowly, he turned, instantly seeing the pink troll staring right at him, her eyes wide in fear.

     "What? What's wrong?" he asked in concern, wondering why she was so scared all of a sudden...

     "Your... your head..." she stuttered softly, pointing at the blue troll in front of her.

     "My head?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow as he reached up to touch his scalp. "What's wrong with my..."

     His sentence was immediately cut off when he pulled his hand away from his head, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the blood suddenly dripping down his fingers...

     "Sugar..." he cursed softly under his breath, seeing the blood that was now coating his hand. His head didn't hurt at all... so why the hair was he bleeding...

     Slowly, he looked back up at Poppy, his heart sinking down into his stomach as he noticed she was crying...

     "No, no. Don't worry, Poppy... I'm... I'm fine," he assured, trying his best to calm her nerves. "Um..." He looked around for his first aid kit, finally spotting what he was searching for, quickly bringing it into the bathroom with him to patch up his wound.

     He gasped in horror as he suddenly saw his reflection in the mirror, his eyes widening in pure terror at the sight of himself...

     There was so much blood... and even worse... there was a giant blue and black bruise forming around the massive cut imprinted into his skull, his skin pale and clammy almost making him look like a zombie...
 
     It was then that Branch remembered the anvil Creek threw at him had hit his head in that exact spot... that must of been what caused this...