Branch's Perspective

Chapter Six

Branch's Perspective

Description: The Original Trolls Story from Branch's Perspective as he battles with his feelings for Poppy and struggles with his lifelong depression over losing everyone he loved and held dear. A few extra scenes have been thrown in to help better understand everyone's favorite grumpy grey toll. A Broppy FanFic.

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Chapter Six

Once Bridget entered her room at the bottom of the stairs, the troll pair dismounted from their positions on the back of her apron and quickly sought shelter under the closest piece of furniture they could find. Once they were sure that they were carefully hidden, they poked their heads out cautiously to observe the scullery maid as she moved to place their friends who were locked inside the cage on a nearby counter top. Before an action could be taken though, Branch and Poppy were slightly shaken when they heard the Chef shout down to Bridget from above.

"Scullery maid!" She shouted before Bridget was suddenly buried under a mountain of pots and pans. Branch couldn't help but flinch slightly as he witnessed her get buried, that had to hurt. Poppy took advantage of the situation though and quickly moved to hide themselves under another piece of furniture in the room, closing the distance between her and her friends, Branch followed her cautiously.

"Wash these pots and pans for Trollstice! The King is inviting everyone, except you." The female bergen suddenly burst into tears after she removed herself from the mountain of pots and pans and threw herself onto her bed. This reaction from her caused the troll princess to stop in her tracks, and look at the bergen with curiosity and worry. Branch wasn't really concerned with this bergens problems but he would be lying if he said her reactions at this moment did not perplex him. For the past twenty years in all of the research that he has ever done on the bergen race, everything he found proved that there was no way bergens could have feelings. The bergens could never find their own happiness and ended up becoming envious of the trolls. So much so that they shamelessly subjected the entire troll race to a horrendous tradition where they ended up as sacrifices so the bergens could feel happiness for one measly day. In his opinion there was no way anyone who could feel anything at all, would ever have the capability to put someone else through something like that. But even though he knew that, believed that he actually found himself looking at the scullery maid behind Poppy with worry as well, and did he actually feel... sorry for her? But why? These thoughts were foolish and Branch shook his head in an effort to shake the thoughts from his mind, he may not understand why she was crying but he knew one thing was for sure, there was no way this bergen was feeling anything.

"Aww, she's in love with the King!" Poppy suddenly exclaimed as they watched the scullery maid cry herself to sleep unnaturally quick. Branch could not contain the look of disbelief that crossed his features as he looked at Poppy after she spoke. Seriously? That was the exact opposite of what he had been thinking, how could she possibly have come up with that ridiculous idea? Did she forget what they were coming here to do? How could a species who ate other species for their own guilty pleasures feel love?

"What are you talking about?! bergens don't have feelings!" Branch scoffed at her. Poppy turned around to glare at him.

"Well maybe you don't know everything about the bergens!" She challenged, but before he could say anything in response she silenced him with.