Trolls Fanfiction: Blue Poppy

Chapter 13

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀< ❈Creek's POV❈ >

Creek sat on the shoulder of his new best friend, the evil Bergen Chef. He was in his normal meditation pose with peace spreading through him.

Chef was fiddling around with her hat. Today, they would take another strike.

Creek had tried to get friendly with the people of his former home, but he'd been driven out by Branch. The memory of raping Poppy was still fresh in his mind. I was so close...

Chef and Creek had made a plan for him to get the Troll Queen pregnant so she's basically be forced to marry Creek. Be forced to raise a child with him. There'd be no way she could stop me from seeing my child, surely!

But that mission had failed. All because of Branch.

Branch, Branch, Branch! I'm tired of him being the hero! Everyone loves him now after he pushed them all aside and argued with basically each Troll who approached him! Anger was starting to sear through Creek and he flickered open his dark purple eyes.

Chef was walking in the direction of Bergentown. Since Creek was so small, he'd been able to slip through the bars of the gate to reach Troll Tree. But he'd left after his scene with Poppy.

A slight growl of disgust grumbled in Chef's throat. The ugly female Bergen bared her crooked, yellow teeth as she stared at her former home off in the distance. "This is it, Creek," she said with intense ambition ringing in her voice. "We will take our revenge! They'll be kissing the ground we walk on by the time this is over!"

Creek smiled evilly. He rose to his feet, bending one leg upwards and placing his large purple foot against his other leg. It helped him practice his balance, as well as being his trademark standing position.

"I can't wait," the British Troll responded in a dark voice. "Poppy will be mine! All mine! I will not fail this time!"

Chef cast him a smug glance. "See that you don't," she muttered.

The large, light purple Bergen was nearing her old home. Excitement rippled across her eyes. Creek shared it. Their first target would be King Gristle, the leader of Bergentown.

But the gate was very well-secured as they approached it. Climbing over was too dangerous, as it was too tall.

Creek would easily be able to slip through, but since Chef was much, much bigger than he was, she'd have a difficult time.

"Now what?" Chef asked.

Creek thought for a moment. "Hmm..." He glanced around, his eyes scanning over each object carefully. "What if I go inside and try to unlock it from there?"

Chef smiled. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that?" She sighed loudly and crouched down, spreading out her long, skinny arm and forming a slide for Creek. The purple male slipped down her extended limb and landed to the ground with a soft thump of his feet. He approached the metal gate. It was scary-looking, despite how much Bergentown had changed. It was colorful and no one in the town seemed depressed anymore. They were living like Trolls.

Creek huffed a reluctant sigh. After a few moments of coaxing himself forward, he hopped through a gap between two of the tiny metal poles. He was inside within seconds. His eyes scored the giant door for the lock. He was soon able to pinpoint it and rushed forward, his hair bobbing out over him as he ran.

The well-balanced Troll gripped part of the gate in his hand and thrust himself upwards. He slipped just slightly and gasped, struggling to regain neatness. He was frozen stiff to the bar for several heartbeats before levering himself upwards once again.