Trolls: Harmony of Memories: A Journey Through Brotherhood

Chapter 10: The bunker.

(Open on Branch's elevator)

*The brothers, having descended into Branch's bunker, marveled at the spacious and carefully designed living space.*

*As they settled onto the floor, Branch, taking a moment to catch his breath, expressed his fondness for the bunker.*

B: "Ah yes, my bunker, how I've missed it."

*JD, impressed by the cozy ambiance, patted Branch on the back, acknowledging his efforts.*

JD: "Great job with the place, Branch. I'm impressed!"

*The pat on the back seemed to infuse Branch with newfound confidence, and a smile exchanged between him and JD hinted at the camaraderie that was slowly strengthening.*

B: "Well, let's get to work!"

C: "Yeah!"

*Branch, foreseeing the possibility of his brothers needing accommodation, had thoughtfully made extra room.*

*He guided each brother to their respective rooms. When it was Floyd's turn, a heartfelt hug ensued, surprising both of them.*

F: "Thanks Branch, for everything you built, just for us."

*Branch, emotionally touched, reciprocated the hug.*

B: "You're welcome. I love you."

F: "I love you too."

*As Floyd entered his room, Branch, overcome with emotions, found solace in their band's song 'Perfect.'*

*The music, a blend of memories and melodies, brought a sense of comfort. Eventually, with tears dried on his face, Branch drifted into a peaceful nap.*

*An hour or two passed, and Branch awoke to the realization that it was dinner time.*

*The bunker, eerily quiet, suggested that his brothers were still in their rooms. A plan formed in Branch's mind—he would surprise them with a special dinner.*

*Branch headed to the kitchen, searching for inspiration in a cookbook. However, after flipping through the pages, he found nothing that resonated with what he envisioned.*

*Frustration mounted until an idea struck him. He decided to cook a meal that held sentimental value—a dish his grandma used to make for them.*

B: "No. No. No. UGGGGHHHHH."

*Determined, he set aside the cookbook and embarked on creating his grandma's spaghetti and meatballs.*

*The aroma of simmering tomato sauce and savory meat filled the bunker, invoking cherished memories.*

*For dessert, he planned to bake his grandma's Fluffle-berry cake, a treat that had brought joy to their childhood.*

B: "Let's get cooking!"

*Branch immersed himself in the kitchen, his hands moving skillfully as he recreated the flavors of his grandma's love.*

*The anticipation of the surprise he had in store for his brothers added to the joy that had returned to Branch's heart.*