Trolls One Shots (MOVED TO AO3!!)

happiness | branch focused? (idk)

take this silly chapter. this one takes place after the first movie, right before the first holiday special.

i got a little lazy towards the end so yeah.

enjoy!!!

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The day started off like any other day, absolute shit. It was nothing new for Branch, and yet it still sucked.

He really didn't wanna leave his bunker today but what choice did he have, he needed more supplies for his bunker. Branch pretty much forced himself to leave his bed.

He was quick to throw his robe on, before walking out of his room and heading to his small kitchen. He started brewing up a pot of coffee, the same thing he did every morning.

As he waited for his coffee to finish, he leaned forward on the counter and sighed, resting his face in his hands. These past few days consisted of him falling back into an episode, the same one he had at least once a month.

Branch stood there until his coffee finished brewing. "Finally." He muttered before serving himself a cup. He walked over to his table and set his mug down before reaching behind him and getting his journal and a pen.

Branch pulled his chair out and sat down, opening the journal and started writing.

That seemed to be his new thing since going gray. Instead of having to be social with everyone, he found more comfort in just writing. Whether it was poems, stories, songs, or even just his feelings, it felt better than having to talk with other trolls.

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When Branch finished writing and putting the journal up, he threw on his vest before making his way to the lift. He took a deep breath before taking hold of the lever and making his way up through the bunker.

He glanced around, seeing if he could spot any other items to gather. As he made it to the surface, he stepped off the lift and walked off.

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Branch went off, looking for more supplies he needed for his bunker's storage.

As he walked around, he couldn't help but glance at the other trolls that were out and about doing their own thing. He couldn't help but focus on how everyone was so cheerful and happy.

That was a feeling he'd give anything to feel again. To just be happy, to smile, for everyone to stop calling him the village grump.