True Colours

Chapter 6 - I Will Get Back Up Again

"With his friends safely hidden, Prince Popper set off to rescue his other friends, confident he'd make it to Bergen Town on his own."

A little felt Popper set out on his journey, following footprints left behind by the chef. But, almost immediately, he bumped into said Bergen. And such an act wouldn't end well for the little felt figure as the ruthless Chef pulled his little head off his little body.

"Convinced he'd make it to Bergen Town..."

Chef salted the head and swallowed it in one gulp. Popper moved his scrapbook away from his face, unsure why he added such a morbid scene that only succeeded in sending shivers down his spine.

He instead looked out over the forest, where he had been following the Bergen's footprints, gazing forward with hesitance and uncertainty.

"Totally sure he'd make it to Bergen Town..." He tried to convince himself.

He let out a small breath before venturing forward. The area he was in was dark and ominous, not helped by a random shriek sounding in the distance, making him jump and turn around in fear.

But he continued forward, even though he was uncertain and scared. Because his friends needed him, and he would not let them down.

Taking a calming breath, as he stepped out into a more lit part of the forest, he steeled his nerves and decided to keep going...and singing a song to make the journey easier for himself would also not do any harm.

🎵Popper: "I really hope I can do it. 'Cause they're all depending on me."

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He stood atop a bright, yellow flower, amidst a giant field of flowers, looking out and seeing where he needed to head. It also just gave him a sort of stage to project his voice and lament his inner thoughts through song.

🎵Popper: "I know that I must leave the only home I've ever known. And brave the dangers of the forest, saving them before they're eaten. I mean, how hard can that be?"

Just as he said...uh, sang that, the petal he stood on fell out from underneath him. He gazed down in worry, letting out a scream as he fell towards the meadow floor.

But luckily, he acted fast. He whipped his pink hair outwards, stretching it out and making it stick to the ground. He then turned his hair into steps, flipped himself around and easily descended them, slowly forming his hair back into place as he did.

🎵Popper: "Looking up at a sunny sky. So shiny and blue and there's a butterfly! Well, isn't that a super fantastic sign?"

The smile that slowly started to stretch across his face was immediately wiped off as the butterfly got eaten by some strange looking monster. That monster was promptly - and surprisingly – swallowed up by a smaller one, which was then devoured by a group of tiny monsters, until only the bones remained. Those bones were then burnt to ashes by some kind of plant creature, and then it slurped the ashes up with unnerving ease.

Its gaze then shifted towards the prince, who grinned at the creature uneasily. He slowly began to step away, deciding that he probably shouldn't stick around in this area too long.

🎵Popper: "It's gonna be a fantastic day..."

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🎵Popper: "Such marvelousness it's gonna bring."

That...incident, however, didn't deter the cheerful prince.

There were some sparkly bulb-like flowers, that would release clouds of pollen in surprisingly powerful bursts. He used them to propel him forward, practically hopping from flower to flower and easily moving along on his journey.