If there's one thing that Branch knew for sure, it's that he was willing to do anything for the safety of all the trolls. But Poppy? Just the sheer thought of something happening to Poppy sent chills down his spine, Branch loved Poppy more than any other troll in TrollsTopia, she's the whole reason he's the troll he is today, and he couldn't imagine letting anything happen to her; he loved her too too much, he would be willing to go above and beyond just for his beloved's safety. Anything to make sure she stays safe and happy.
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The day started off normal, royal duties as queen, resolving conflicts, being with friends-
Synth: Yo, Poppy!
Yo, Poppy?
Poppy: Hi Synth, what do you need?
Synth: Listen, Popstar...
Popstar? That's new, and suitable for a pop queen.
Synth: ...I kinda need your help, I'm throwing a huge raaaave down at Techno Lagoon!
Poppy: Really?! I love all of your raves, Synth!
Synth: Not rave, Poppy, raaaave!
Poppy: Riiiiiight.
Synth: So anyways, I got everything set, the music, the guests, the VIP tickets, everything except for one hiccup.
Poppy: And that is...
Synth: I forgot the most important thing about parties! ...Supplies!
Poppy gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. How could Synth forget party supplies? Every troll knows that in order to throw a good party, you need all the proper supplies.
Poppy: It's fine...it's fine, I'll help you, Synth, I just ordered a bunch of party supplies anyway.
Synth: Oh you're a saint, Poppy, thanks a lot!
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For the next several hours, Poppy loaded all the packed supplies into the lagoon, the glow sticks, the accessories, basically anything a Techno troll would need for a big party.
Synth: Thanks again, Popstar, I got it from here.
Poppy: Sure thing, take care, Synth. Have a good party!
It was getting late, and Poppy needed to get home, so she started heading back home. But on her way, a creature emerged from behind a rock and started slithering towards the unsuspecting queen. This went on for about a minute or two before Poppy felt that she was being followed. It was getting dark, and she could barely make out what was in front of her, let alone what was behind, next to, or near her, she gulped nervously and stopped in her tracks. Poppy suddenly gasped when she heard hissing noises from behind her. No, it couldn't be, she was hearing things, her ears were playing tricks on her; but the hissing noise was getting louder and louder by the minute making the pop queen visibly nervous, and practically paralyzed where she was standing.
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