True Colours

Chapter 3 - Branch and (Y/N)

The grey Troll looked at them with an unimpressed gaze as he continued his slow claps.

"Unbelievable, guys. Really, really great. Good job." He sarcastically commented, moving forward while repositioning some sticks he had back into his arms, before scolding them, "I could hear you from a mile away."

"Good. I was worried we weren't projecting enough."

"Popper, if I can hear you, so can the Bergens."

"Oh, boy." Guy Diamond stated with a roll of his eyes as her other friends joined in.

"Here we go again."

"Oh, Branch..."

"You always ruin everything."

"Warning us about the Bergens."

Branch looked around, surprised by their comments as he weakly defended, "No, I don't."

...

At a birthday party, a clown grinned at a young lady, who excitedly outstretched her hand to grab the balloon he was about to give her. But, before he could, Branch suddenly burst in.

He harshly pushed the clown to the side before exclaiming, "The Bergens are coming! Ah!"

He then flipped over the multi-layered birthday cake, annoying both birthday girl and partygoers alike, as he ran out of the room in a panic.

...

At a wedding, things were joyful. The same girl and clown, dressed in beautiful wedding attire, smiled at one another as the clown husband offered a bite of cake to his blushing bride. But, before she could even have a taste, Branch suddenly ran in like a mad man.

Once again, he pushed the clown to the side and yelled out, "The Bergens are coming! Ah!"

He flipped over the cake, earning glares, as he dashed off in fear.

...

The once happy bride, now all dressed in black, sorrowfully cried at the funeral of her late clown husband. But, unsurprisingly, the moment of mourning was ruined as Branch frantically barrelled into the room.

"The Bergens are coming! Ah!"

His actions were all too familiar at this point. Only, instead of the cake, it was the coffin that he flipped over! The corpse of the clown rolled out, leaving everyone horrified, while Branch rushed out of the room for his life.

...

"Come on!" Popper spoke up. "We haven't seen a Bergen in twenty years. They're not gonna find us."

"No, they're not going to find me and my sister. Because we'll be in my highly camouflaged, heavily fortified, Bergen-proof survival bunker."

Upon his words, a grunt was heard behind him, and they all looked over to see a female Troll, wearing a (F/C) dress, dragging a sack filled with stones. It was none other than the aforementioned sister, (Y/N).

She wasn't all grey like Branch. In fact, her long hair was a brilliant (H/C) colour, her eyes were a beautiful shade of (E/C), and her skin was flawlessly (S/C). At least, that was how Popper saw her. He couldn't help but admire her, especially when she was so different from other Trolls.

(Y/N) was quite shy and, like her brother, didn't really socialise with others and would run away at the mere mention of a hug. But that didn't mean she was all bad. Unlike Branch, she was sweet, enjoyed singing and dancing - even though it was mostly to herself - and, on the rare occasions that her and Popper bumped into one another, she was always kind when speaking to him and their conversations were pleasant.