Multifandom One-shots

8. Whimsical Bonds - Branch x human girl teen reader !Platonic! (Trolls)

A/N: This is my first requested short story. The amazing person doing that were A-Pastel-Unicorn if you like so if you like it, 99% credits to them. (I don't really know how you write it when someone request something, so if you know how I can do it better, please comment.) Okay, now that thats out of the way, enjoy! :)

Tears welled up in my eyes as I flipped through the photo album filled with memories of my friends. The friends that I had left behind in my hometown. I know that the move to the city was necessary due to my father's job, but it didn't make the transition any easier.

The first day at my new school hadn't gone as planned. First, when I came into the school, a person bumped into me and dropped their cup on my shirt. Second, I walked into a classroom thinking it was mine, but guess what? It wasn't. And lastly, at lunchtime, I sat by myself. In my last school, with all my friends, this would never have happened. I just felt like an outsider, and the weight of homesickness pressed heavily on my shoulders.

So, in an attempt to clear my thoughts, I decided to take a stroll through the nearby woods after school. The rustling leaves and the gentle breeze did little to ease the turmoil within.

Why couldn't life just be like cupcakes and rainbows? But it's not. "Life's not all cupcakes and rainbows." I said it out loud, realizing that I had begun crying at the cloudiness of my sight.

As I mumbled the rest of my frustrations and sadness out, I suddenly heard a subtle noise from the bushes. Startled, I hesitated for a moment but ultimately dismissed it. I finally realized how dark it had gotten. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, prompting me to head back home.

Upon returning, I found a text from my parents explaining that they were stuck in traffic and wouldn't be home for a while. With a sigh, I decided to retreat to my room. Homework awaited me, but the overwhelming mix of emotions made it impossible to focus, so I just turned on my favorite music. And myself, always desiring some fresh air, decided to open my window a crack.

Later, as I sat in the dimly lit room, I heard soft footsteps. Thinking it was just my mind playing tricks on me, I decided to ignore it. But after some time, it didn't go away. I turned off my music, my fear heightened, and I clutched a pair of scissors—a feeble attempt at self-defense. With a burst of courage, I confronted the source, only to find a small blue creature on my desk.

My initial shock turned into panic, and I began to throw objects at it, but the agile thing skillfully dodged each one. I threw my TV control, my scissors, a pencil, and even a piece of paper, but nothing worked. But his attempts to apologize only fueled my panic; his unexpected ability to talk escalated the surreal encounter. Realizing I was only making things worse, I stopped but took a step back just in case.

And the thing froze, trying to calm me down, and unexpectedly, it worked. I breathed loudly, finally being able to catch my breath after the small panic attack.

After some time, I finally got the courage to ask something. "What exactly are you? And how did you get into my house?"

It gazed at me, eventually snapping out of it as he explained it to me. "I'm sorry, my name is Branch, and I am a troll. And I was able to get in your house through the small crack in your window."

I looked at the troll, then at my window, realizing that I still hadn't closed my window. "Okay, but what are you doing here?"

Branch, the small blue troll, shifted uncomfortably on my desk as he began to explain his presence in my room. "Well, you see," he started, "I kind of got here through this weird portal, including Bergen's, cupcakes, and rainbows.

I blinked, processing the information. A troll from a portal? It sounded like a page torn from a fantasy book. My initial fear began to fade, replaced by a surge of curiosity that wrestled with the logic ingrained in my reality.

"A portal?" I repeated, still trying to anchor myself in the rational. "Like, a magical doorway to another world or something?"

Branch nodded, his small yet pretty eyes reflecting sincerity. "Exactly! I was in my world, minding my own business, and then whoosh! Next thing I know, I'm here." He gestured around my room.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the little guy. He seemed lost and far from home, mirroring my own sense of displacement. "So, what brought you to my room specifically?"

Branch scratched his head, a habit that seemed to be a mix of nervousness and contemplation. "Well, I saw you in the woods earlier. You seemed upset, and I thought, 'Hey, maybe I can help.' I followed you, but it wasn't easy with all those trees and stuff."

As I sat on my bed, trying to process the strange information, a question popped into my head. "But you are so small. How did you get here so quickly?" I asked, struggling to grasp the details.

"Well, you see, I first tried to walk, but the grass was too tall. Then I tried moving from tree to tree, but that didn't work because they were too far away from each other. And some more stuff; it was really hard." He explained it to me.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Branch's explanation. It was a bizarre situation, but his earnestness and the absurdity of the circumstances made it strangely amusing.

"So, you followed me all the way from your world just to help me feel better?" I asked, a mix of surprise and gratitude in my voice.

Branch nodded with a small smile on his face. "Yeah, trolls may not be experts in emotions, but we try our best. Besides, no one likes to see someone feeling down."

I softened towards the little troll. Despite his initial scare, he seemed harmless and genuinely concerned. "Well, thanks, Branch. I appreciate the gesture. It's been a tough day."

He plopped down on my desk, looking up at me with those blue eyes. "Yeah, moving to a new place can be rough. I've seen it happen in my world too. But hey, maybe we can be friends! I've never had a human friend before."

I smiled at him, finally getting a new friend in this city, even though he was a small living troll that came from another dimension. I nodded. "Yeah, we can be friends! And I've never had a troll friend before, so we are kind of in the same boat."

As we talked more, I learned about Branch's world and the challenges he faced in his daily life. He told me some stuff about these Bergens and how they had tried to eat them and such. While I told him about my friends and how I felt like I had abandoned them, lucky for me, he understood what I meant, saying stuff that he knows how it feels like.

Branch gazed at me with a smile, now in my hands as I got more comfortable in my bed. He started talking about some stuff, making me realize something I hadn't thought about. "But don't be unhappy; this world makes you crazy, but there's always something that helps. The true colors of every creature are beautiful; it's what makes us us. You can think about it like a rainbow; without one color, it won't be complete. So imagine that the rainbow represents your emotions, which you need all of."

As Branch and I continued talking, exchanging tales of our worlds, it dawned on me that maybe, just maybe, this city wouldn't be so lonely after all. In the company of a talking troll, my world expanded, and the weight of homesickness began to lift. Life might not be all cupcakes and rainbows, but sometimes it's the unexpected friendships that add the most vibrant colors to the journey.