𝓞𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 | 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 |𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 {𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴}

𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓖𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥:
Finishing up the last touches on the jumping suit, colouring her pinky the same shade of pink as her other nine fingers, and pressing the tight, very high heels onto her feet.
Our plan was ready for takeoff.
All Trolls present jump into action on the top of Bridget's hair, ready for Poppy's call.
🎵You gotta let it?🎵 She questioned by singing, placing both palms on her hip bones. 🎵Show!🎵 Moving our head in circles, our hair lengthened into the air, the different colours uniting to create this multi-coloured wig for Bridget. Once collided, we let it fall like a large water droplet splashing down, fitting perfectly on top of her head. The curled up lengths flowing just beneath her shoulder blades.
🎵I'm coming. I'm. coming. out!🎵 synchronising our hips to swing from side to side, dancing to the song as we now has become Bridget's hair, staying hidden underneath it.
Everyone's gazes stayed forward as Bridget strolled through the quiet streets of BergenTown, but mine shifted to peer down at Branch, which insisted on being sat. Since his skin is grey and lifeless and his hair has lost its natural colour, he didn't have the opportunity to switch the colours like an average Troll could do.
He has chosen his spot by my feet, knees bended and elbows resting on the caps.
He could sense my lingering gaze, his chin lifting for his eyes to catch it, raising an eyebrow in a confused matter. My only response to his silent confusing was to show my pearly whites with a lip-spreading smile. He turned his head away again, his pout only deepening as he kept his gaze forward. Shaking my head at his retreated behaviour, I know he refuses to stand by his enjoyment, not believing it himself.
With careful steps, Bridget safe but slow, made her way down the outdoors streets. Bergens turn heads as she passed. The bright colours hugging her frame, is clearly a rare sight in town.
Bridget's eyes meet the ones on her with nerves, She lacked the last touch of confidence, since it was already bailing on her.
She forced her focus away from the glares, instead shifting to the small voices, harmonising beneath her mane. Straightening up, she inhale, before letting the breath go with singing as well.🎵Yo! I'm coming like the sun after rain. Ready to shine, no time to be playin'🎵 Skipping her way down the stone path this time, she spotted a Bergen, grumbling into one of the phones hanging from the street corners here and there. Grasping it out of his grip, she hung the Bergen on the other line up, shoving the phone back in place. The one using it, raised his fist and mumbled frustrating words her way, as she skipped off again.
🎵Feeling good, gonna get, get what I, what I want! Gonna show ev'ry everybody how I, how I flaunt. Look at me now! My confidence is souring, dudes be impressed with the points I'm scoring like.🎵 Reaching a park, with two basket ball hoops on each end, she jumped her way in between the ongoing game, getting a hold of the orange ball and dunking it down the net. 🎵That ain't boring!🎵 The few Bergens playing, commented with raised arms, bouncing their knees to the beat.
🎵And it just don't quit! Watch the King, drop his jaw, when I'm shaking my hips! I'm sayin'🎵
🎵She's coming out!🎵 Harmonising to her song once again, we bop our heads to the rhythm. I caught Branch admiring me, noticing the light in his big blue eyes. Snapping out from his trance once my eyes peer back at him, He was quick to turn back around with a light colour raising to his cheeks in embarrassment. The corners of my lips lifting into a grin.
🎵It's time to take a stand, and show the world-🎵
🎵That I'm!🎵 Bridget interrupted our harmonising, jumping to stand on top of a rock, with a sandwich at hand, she snatched from someone. 🎵Coming out.🎵
Bridget and Poppy finished the song together, their voices fitting perfectly together.
Poppy lean down, visible to the outside world, holding her palm out for Bridget's finger to high five. The apparent rock Bridget stepped onto, turned out to be a rock with a pulse. A head turned, a low growl showing its sharp fangs at Bridget.
A crocodile, pet I suppose. It was stuck to a pole from the leash attached to the collar strapped around its neck. With a quick glance at the ham sandwich in her palm, she reacted by throwing the bread roll to the monstrous pet. Seeming to be enough as its attention on her was long forgotten.
Bridget noticed movements from one of the shop windows, the one the crocodile was strapped outside of. And then she saw him, BergenTowns King Gristle, who stood criticising the apparent shop owner. "No! No! No! I'm the King who is bringing back Trollstice! I need a bib to match!" His voice was muffled by the glass windows, but loud enough for everyone on the other side to hear. "What about this?" The shop owner referred to the bib he is holding up, since he threw the other one who knows where. "I look like a child in this one!" A new complaint came from the King once the bib was tried on. "I need something elegant and sophisticated like, a Man's bib!" This bib was trashed like the last one, thrown in the same direction. He start flexing his nonexistent muscles in the large mirror standing in front of him, admiring the reflection of his figure. Bridget finally stepped off of the poor crocodile's back, unknowingly making her way to the stand right outside the shop, observing the King through the exposable glass. "Oh, he's so beautiful" She swirl with her palms pressed against the glass. "So are you!" Poppy then respond to her swirling with a soothing voice, leaning back down to face her. "He will know I'm just a Scullury maid!" Bridget was starting to face reality, panicking settling in. "Ah! I gotta get out of here..." Her now sweaty palms got removed from the glass, leaving a handprint.
"I'm gonna be right here for you!" Poppy reassure, pulling back into her original position, but ended up leaning back down. "We all will!" She then added.
"You will tell me what to say right?"
"Of course i will."
"Of course i will." Bridget decided to repeat Poppy's answer, in the same tone and all.
"Just wait till we get inside" Poppy then said, disappearing behind the hair another time. Bridget gathered her courage with her arms gluing to her sides, her face turning pale from the situation she's about to face.
"Oh, Sire! I believe I have the perfect bib!" The store owner snapped his fingers, then with a straight back, he stroll to a mannequin head, turning it around, smashing the barrier on the back of the head to get a hold of a box wooden hidden inside.
"It better be! Tomorrow is Trollstice and I have to look good! I mean, I look good, but I have to look great!" The King rants about, waiting for his return with the apparently perfect bib.
Turning from facing the mirror, Gristle face the small box, revealing the bib. "It got a wing-dingle on it!" He let out a gasp, turning back to admire his reflection with the bib wrapped around his collarbone, the owner helping him tie the knot on the back. "Oh your majesty! Look at you, such a big, big boy!"
"I love it!" The royal guards watching the scene and the owner standing behind, slam their palms together, breaking into a soft applause by the King's liking to the bib. 
"I think you look fat." In that same moment, the bell hovering above the shop entrance went off as the door was pushed wide open. The person who stepped inside was the one who spoke up, sharing her opinion with the King. The sudden comment made Gristle's fists tighten at his sides, his eyebrows lowering to his eyelids in a deep furrow. "What?!" He spoke through gritted teeth, before whipping his entire body around to face the rude Bergen, who dared to speak up.
"PH phat, then strike that pose!" Poppy was whispering in Bridget's ear, trying to safe the situation she accidentally created.
"P-H Phat." Bridget then commented as Poppy told her to, then strikes the pose which was planned. Her foot raised to her tippy toes, bending her right knee in front of her, leaning on the left. Her right arm raised for her hand to hold behind her head, in a desperate try to persuade the King. Which seemed to be working wonders, his expression softening. "Hot Lunch! Total honesty from a total Babe." Bridget blow out a nervous chuckle, her lips falling into a frown once the King floated closer, too close for her nerves to handle. "And who might you be?" He grasps both her hands in his, lowering down to plant a peck on the back of them.
"I- Uh- uhm" Bridget only managed to stutter, realising we have completely shaken out the thought of a name to her character. Unfortunately, we were reminded in the worst possible situation. "Your name is... Uhm?" Poppy was now the one hesitating, turning around to meet the faces of the trolls standing behind. I shared a gaze with almost everyone, quietly brainstorming names. "Lady?" I suggest with clear uncertainty.
"Glitter"
"Sparkles!"
"Seriously?" Branch questions with a harsh breath, now back on his feet, still by my side.
Poppy only shrug, he didn't suggest anything better.
"Lady-Glitter-Sparkles, Seriously." Bridget repeat, catching every single word. "Well, my Lady Glittersparkles." The King start, letting her hands fall back to her sides, then steps back to offer her a bow. "Would you like to join me for an evening at Captain Starfunkle's Roller Rink and Arcade?" Straightening back up, he asks, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous manner.
"Would I!" She agree without letting the topic go through us first. "Would I?"
"Yes! You'd be delighted!" Poppy was quick to respond, for her not to miss this offered opportunity. "Yes! You'd be delighted!"
"Huh. Indeed I would." Gristle agree, raising his elbow, offering an arm for her to take, before the both of them went off, towards their planned destination.
Poppy was offered a break, turning around to face me, who has approached her with an inviting palm. She smack it like I referred for her to do.
"I never doubted that you would come for us, Juniper, but I have to admit, I was quite relieved when you actually did." Poppy's smile was relaxed, the relieving feeling haven't left her body yet. Her gaze then caught Branch's, who is listening in. "You too, Branch."
Dragging her into my embrace, I respond: "Of course Poppy-Flower, I know you will do the same for me someday, without hesitation." A grin spread upon my lips, our eyes meeting again as I pulled back to speak, then pulling her back into my chest.
"I'm sorry to be the Troll to ruin the moment, but, when are you going to ask him about Creek?" Branch's interruption made the both of us lean back from the hug, our arms still interlinked, but both our heads turned to him. His gaze on Poppy. "We have to warm the King up first, don't you know anything about Romance?" Poppy is shaking her head as she speaks, a grin spreading upon her lips. She eventually let go, placing her now free hands on her hips. But what took me by surprise, was that sneaky grin turning to me as her head did.
This girl knows something she definitely shouldn't or, she just be referring to a misunderstanding.
"Of course, I'm passionate about it!" Branch cross his arms, eyes staying glued to Poppy, meeting her eyes once her falling expression was facing him again. "Really?" Both Poppy and I failed to cope his response, retorting a question back at him, at the same time.
"Don't you two know anything about sarcasm?"
"I think I've had a sarcasm once?" Cooper then decided to join in on the current conversation topic, his eyes slowly leaning out of focus as he wonders.
He clearly misunderstood the meaning lying behind the word.