Broppy oneshots - Everything Is Better With You

Amusement Park

A ten year old Branch made his way up the 'elevator' to his decoy home, knowing full well who it was. Nobody ever came to, well- interact with him.

What does she want? He opened the hatch to be greeted by none other than the village princess herself -Poppy Springwater. "Hi Branch!" She greeted.

"What do you want Poppy?" He just came back from school, there wasn't time for any Poppy shenanigans. "Are you coming to the school field trip tomorrow?" She asked innocently, either oblivious to, or flat out not caring about his current nature.

"No, I don't like field trips." 

"But we're going to the amusent park" she argued.

"That makes it worse Poppy" he smiled, coyly. The amusment park wasn't going to amuse him. Not today.

"She ALSO said to go in pairs for saftey. Don't you want me to be safe and all?" God, she was so stubborn. Why couldn't she just go with literally any other of the million friends she had? But that doubt was cleared by her soon enough.

"The snack pack and others already have pairs. It's either you or Creek." Well, that certainly got him reconsidering. He'd never tell her this, but Creek kept bragging about how he'd trick the princess into going with him to anyone who would listen to him. And he didn't want that to happen to her. The fact thathe kept referring to her as the princess already weirded him out. That, and his dislike for the purple troll. 

It may get him to stop picking on me for being grey.

He gave in. "Fine. But we're gonna wear saftey gear. Even you."

"Yay! It's at 9 am, don't be late!" U.G.H.  She skipped away, humming a tune and doing that stupid victory dance of hers. 

"Sure!"

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"Okay everyone the bus is here, get into pairs!" The teacher announced, getting on the front of the bus. Everyone cheered and followed behind her. Poppy bolted to where her friends were sitting, eager to scrapbook with them. She ultimately failed in that, feeling someone tug the top loop of her backpack to keep her from going.

"Branch, I wanna go talk to them!" She complained.

The teacher perked up at the mention of his name. "Branch? I didn't know you'd be joining us today! That looks like a pretty big backpack."

"Oh yea..." He could definetely feel everyone staring at him. This feels so weird. Why did she say that so loudly? Oh great, now their eyes were on his backpack. What do I say to her now? He stood there awkwardly.

"Well, go on then, you're holding up the line."

Oh! He snapped away from his daze and took Poppy along with him to the back of the bus where everyone was too busy chatting away to disturb them. 

"Branch this area is so empty. What are we even gonna do?"

"That's the point." He emptied his bag, revealing all sorts of weird . . . material? Poppy didn't really know. "I told you we need protection. Now pick a colour." He held out a bunch of samples. 

"Umm this pink looks pretty!" She said. "Fine. I like the black one." He distracted her while measuring her head. "It matches me." The grey troll set up his 'working station' on the seat where no one could see them. Poppy watched as he single-handedly built two metal helmets the perfect size for each of their heads.

She gasped. "No way. This fits better than the one at home!" The princess put it on and saw he put his aswell. And he was right! Black was his colour.

She smiled obliviously. "You're so cool Branch!"