Trolls 1: Male Poppy x reader

A Bergen in Love

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Gristle POV

I was sitting on my thrown will Barnabus at my feet. 

"Oh, Barnabus. You're my only friend in this whole miserable world. Dad was right. I'll never ever, never ever, never be happy. Never." I stated. 

"Never say never." I hear some shout and Chef came from behind a plant. 

I screamed, Barnabus growled and Chad and Tod pointed their staffs at Chef but that didn't scare her. 

"Chef, where did you come from? My father banished you 20 years ago. Have you been standing behind that plant this whole time?" I asked. 

"If only, sire. No. I've been out in the wilderness...thinking of nothing but how I let you down. If only there was some way I could make you feel better." Chef stated. 

"Well, fat chance! The only way I'll ever be happy is by eating a Troll...and that ain't gonna happen, thanks to you." I stated, sitting back on my thrown, still looking at Chef. 

"Ah, but it just might. Thanks to me." Chef said, unzipping her fanny pack and I saw trolls who were singing. 

"You found the Trolls. Whoa. So this means I might actually get to be happy!" I stated. 

"That's right. Of course, everyone else in Bergen Town will still be miserable...but that's not your concern." Chef stated. 

"I am their king, so maybe it kinda is." I stated, as more of a question. 

"What exactly are you proposing? Bringing back Trollstice? For everyone?" Chef asked me. 

"Hmm...Yes! That's exactly what I'm proposing." I exclaimed. 

"Great idea, sire. Absolutely brilliant. Aren't you smart?" Chef asked. 

"I guess I am." I said. 

"And I, your loyal Chef, will be right behind you. Holding a knife." Chef stated, muttering the last part. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Holding a knife, a spoon, a ladle. I'm your chef, after all!" Chef exclaimed. 

"Yeah, you sure are!" I exclaimed. 

Bridget POV 

I am in the kitchen when Chef came in. 

"I'm back." Chef stated before turning to me. 

"You, scullery maid, what's your name?" Chef asked me. 

"Uh, Bridget." I stated. 

"Congratulations, Idget. You work for me now. So you take those dishes downstairs and you start scrubbing." Chef ordered and I did as I was told. 

"Yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef." I said as I rushed off with many dishes in my room. 

Chef POV

I put the trolls in a cage and one of them starts freaking out. 

"Shh. Don't cry, Mr. Dinkles. Shh! Guys, Mr. Dinkles is really freaking out!" The blue one exclaimed. 

"Whoa, whoa! Everyone, we must all remain calm." The purple troll stated. 

"That's right. A calm Troll is a tasty Troll. And you are a key ingredient in my recipe for success. You see...he who controls the Trolls controls the Kingdom. And I am that "he!"" I stated. 

"You're a dude?" The four-legged one asked. 

I sliced a lemon and squeezed it and the juice went into his eyes and he screamed out of pain.