True Colours

Chapter 10 - There Goes Creek

It was quiet within the castle halls. Two guards passed each other, greeting one another before continuing on down opposite halls. That was when Popper lowered his hair, cleverly disguised as the burning flame of a torch, as he and the siblings checked and made sure no one else was around.

With the coast clear, all three Trolls lassoed their hair on a nearby light, swinging themselves off the torch and over to a shelf on the other side of the hall.

(A/N: SERIUOUSLY, I know I complained about this when I first published this story, but why are there torches AND electrical lights?! I know it's a movie but?!?!?!)

They slowly, and stealthily, made their way across the shelf as Popper whispered, "So, where do you think our friends are?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say in a Bergen's stomach." Branch harshly stated.

His sister angrily nudged his shoulder as Popper fired back, "Could you try to be positive? Just once. You might like it."

"Okay. I'm sure they're not only alive but about to be delivered to us on a silver platter."

"Thank you. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Branch's sarcastic smile fell, bewildered that Popper actually took his words seriously.

"Um, Popper, Branch didn't- "

But before (Y/N) could explain it to him, Popper's hug time bracelet suddenly chimed. They all stared down at it, with Popper gasping excitedly.

"(Y/N)! Branch!"

"Hug time? Seriously?"

But, before either sibling could protest further, Popper ran over and hushed them. "Shh! Listen."

They stared at him in confusion until more hug time chimes sounded in the distance. They all turned towards the hallway it was coming from, their eyes widening when they also noticed a few multi-coloured lights illuminating in the same direction.

...

The captured Trolls hugged each other close as their hug time wristbands glowed around them. Meanwhile, as Bridget pushed them on a cart, Gristle and Chef happily strolled along in the front, opening the doors to a huge banquet hall.

They stepped inside, walking down the length of one of the large dining tables, while admiring the hard work of the palace servants that were getting the hall ready for the upcoming Trollstice feast.

"This is gonna be the best Trollstice ever!" Gristle happily announced. "Such a great idea I had."

"Yes. Tomorrow is Trollstice, everyone. And it must be perfect!"

"Yes, Chef!"

"Feels great to be ordering everyone around again."

As she praised her reclaimed position, enjoying all the power and benefits that came with it, the Troll trio had managed to sneak their way in, perching themselves atop a chandelier to see everything that was going on.

"Guys, look!" Popper pointed over to his caged-up friends.

"They're alive?"

"And on a silver platter, too. We were both right."

(Y/N) stifled a giggle at Popper's statement, now not being the time for that, as they noticed Chef stop and dig through a small box.

"And to mark the occasion, Your Highness, look. I found your old Troll bib."

"Wow! I bet you still fit."

He took the small piece of cloth from her, trying his best to get it around his large neck. But all he really succeeded in doing was cutting off any air getting into his lungs as he stood stiff and unable to really breathe.