𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 | 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

~ A friend in need ~

The Holiday presentation had ended as quickly as it started. Feeling bad for what she had done, Poppy left brokenhearted.

Every Troll has quickly left the 'Holiday setup' right after Poppy ran off. We've went back to Troll Village.
It has already gone dark, still no sight of Poppy. I started to worry, so Branch and I gathered the others again, to help us look for her.
Biggie squeezed Mr. Dinkles, which made him light up like a lantern, so we could see under this dark night.
"Poppy? Poppy!" Her name repeating, as everyone shouted for her, but there was still no sign of her.
"Poppy?"
"Poppy, where are you?" Satin and Chenille called out. "Can you see her Mr. Dinkles?" Biggie asked his pet, and got a Mew in response.
When we came deeper into the forest, Branch spotted a pink figure in the darkness.
"Hey guys, give us a minute." Branch turned to the others, taking my hand and dragging me over to Poppy.
"Poppy, we know you're hiding in your hair-" I said, Branch and I approaching her, but as our steps neared, Poppy opened her hair, revealing it was not Poppy! It was another pink creature with 4 eyes, making an ululating sound at us. Which took me and Branch aback.
"Ah, what the what!" Branch screamed. jumping behind Branch, I held into his shoulders, hiding from the monster. Branch took a few steps back, holding both his hands up, ready to punch it if he had to.
The others started screaming too. "Not Poppy!" Cooper yelled.
"Sorry! Wrong hair..." Branch quickly apologised taking my hand, dragging me away. The creature hissed at us, then continued whatever it was doing.
We saw another pink haired figure, which looked like the first one. Branch and I shared a worried look, before slowly approaching it, hoping it was Poppy this time.
"Uh, Poppy, is that you?..." I slowly asked, Her Pink hair slowly went up, revealing my twin sister. She sat down, her knees pressed against her chest and arms wrapped around them. She sighed, her eyes looking heavy from crying.
"I totally blew it with Bridget, I..." she stammered her gaze staying at the ground. "I mean, we've worked so hard-" She mentioned to me as well, as I sat down beside her, crossing my legs over each other.
"Bridget and I never fought before. I'm worried I just made us loose our best friend forever, forever..." she finished, Branch sat down, on the other side of her.
"No. That's not possible" Branch spoke, to both me and Poppy, crossing his own arms around his bended knees.
"I don't know Branch.." Poppy let out in a whisper, her chin resting over her arms, and still not looking up at either of us.
"Well, I do! Because I'm your friend, and you know what?" Branch started, standing back up on his feet, making Poppy and I look up at him. His mood completely changed. He started imitating a record scratching, with his hands.
🎵Friends!🎵 he started beat boxing, our gazes turned surprised, and we both probably shot him a weird glare. 🎵How many of us have them? Do, do, do, do, do, do. Friends!🎵 He started dancing on the spot.
"Branch, Branch! Please stop! Thank you." Poppy interrupted him as she stood up as well, walking the opposite way. Looking after her, I stood back up. Branch nudged my elbow, sending a wink my way. Now I get it, he's trying to prove a point. A smile got formed on my face, before I joined in. 🎵Thank you for being a friend! You know this one.🎵 I sang, Poppy turning back around, now facing me, an eyebrow raised. 🎵Travel down the road and back again-🎵
"Juniper, what's your problem!" She turned away from a second time, trying to walk away from us.
Branch has jumped up on a mushroom, standing in front of her and continued the song.
🎵You just might have a problem, that I'll understand!🎵 He started singing, Poppy stumbled, startled by his sudden appearance. 🎵We all need somebody to lean~ on, Lean on me!🎵 Firefly's flew around him, while I made a beat in the background.
Poppy was giving up on us, she threw herself backwards, landing on her back, with both arms out to both her sides. Facing the night sky, she sighed.
🎵When you're not strong! And I'll be your friend-🎵 We continued singing together, completely ignoring her.
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Back at the castle, Bridget wasn't feeling too well either. She walked around the room, taking in all the things the Trolls have thrown around it. Their guards vacuuming and cleaning up the mess lying around.
"You know what? No more Trolls in the castle areal!" Gristle kept on scolding, he has been complaining, since the last Troll left the castle.
"It's like the Trolls just want us to be like them, with their happy energy and glitter and foam and LASERS!"
Bridget heard a cracking form under her foot, she stepped on the little stage the Trolls have made, as another shot of glitter came out.
She bend down, caressing the sign. "Holiday~" she sang a note, picking the little sign up in her hands.
"Grissy... maybe we shouldn't have been so hard on Poppy, Juniper and the Trolls.." She sighed, Gristle brushed some leftover glitter off of his shoulder. She turned to her boyfriend, who had bandage with an ice bag inside, wrapped around his damaged eye.
He held himself around his nostrils, closing them, as he sneezed, glitter popping out of his ears.
"I mean they were just trying to do something nice for us." Bridget continued. "I guess.." Gristle said turning around, trying to look at his new butt tattoo. "I just can't believe they took a bus all this way and created an elaborate holiday-themed song and dance! Just to find a holiday for us-" he ranted on, not seeing the kind gesture the Trolls has given them. "That is poor time management if you ask me."
"Yeah, they did do all of that, just to try and help us!" Bridget realised, maybe they were a bit extreme, but Trolls never do something half.
"I mean, why does Poppy and Juniper even care so much about what we do?" Gristle kept on ranting in the background, Bridget hasn't been listening to most of the things he had said. "There's glitter on the ceiling, who's gonna get up there and clean that!"
Bridget ran over to the big fireplace, where all the pictures Poppy has sent them were hanging up the neck of it, and frames standing around it. She looked up and down, at all of them, awe shining in her eyes.
"You're right. They do care, a lot!" Bridget's eyesight shifted to one of the pictures, of her, Poppy and Juniper, Bridget holding both of them in each hand, both of them hugging her cheeks. "The best of friends" were the quote on the frame.
"Maybe we do have a reason to celebrate a holiday after all." Bridget gasped running back to her boyfriend.
"Grissy! That's it!"
"Whose tear-away pants are these? What?" He snapped into reality again. "What'd I say? Was it king-ish? Did I sound like a king?" He asked proudly. "Yes! It was super king-ish!" Bridget complimented, as she pulled away from the embrace she gave him, and patted his chest.
"Now get your keyboard ready, we have work to do!" Was the last thing she said, before running out of the room.
"You see what I did right there, Chad?" The King bragged, leaning his frame against his keyboard. "That is how a king gets things-" He got cut off, by the keyboards collapsing and him falling with it, face first.
"Very impressive, sir" His Guard complimented, as Gristle stayed on the ground.