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The camera zoomed in on Pop Village as all the trolls were living their normal, happy lives. Then, a certain pink pod was seen.
Let's take a peek inside shall we?
Ah yes, the optimistic queen herself, Poppy. She seemed to be scrapbooking in her bed as her legs swung back and forth. Classic Poppy.
Poppy sighed happily as she cut out a little scrapbooked Branch, gluing it to the book. Speaking of the troll, where was he?
Branch burst into Poppy's pod, angrily wiping glitter off his face. "Stupid glitter! ARGHH!!"
Huh, speak of the devil...
This didn't surprise Poppy in the slightest. This was the fifth time this week Branch had burst into her pod unannounced.
"Brothers again?" Poppy asked, continuing her scrapbooking as her autistic boyfriend had a tantrum.
"YES! This is the fifth time this week!" Branch pouted, face planting onto Poppy's bed. He waited for her daily lecturing and comforting.
Poppy stopped her scrapbooking for a second. "Well, have you tried talking to them about this?" She asked him, wiping a speck of glitter off his nose.
"...Or?" Branch asked.
Poppy shook her head. She knew he wasn't good with expressing his feelings. "Branch, we've talked about this. They're your brothers, and I'm sure after everything that's happened, they'll understand."
"Poppy, have you seen my brothers?" Branch asked.
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Branch was in his bunker, reading a novel. Three shadows slowly rose up from behind him. He felt uneasy as his ears twitched.
"Poppy, is that you? You came a little early for our fun—"
"ROUGHHOUSE!"
"RAAAAAHHH!"
Branch screamed like a girl as he was roughhoused by his brothers.
I think you can figure out which ones they are...
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"...Okay, maybe you have a point there." Poppy said.
Branch sighed and pulled his ears in frustration. "It's like they have zero respect for me, even after everything that's happened with Floyd."
"Oh, come on Branch." Poppy said, giving him a comforting hug. "Maybe it's their way of showing love. You know, tough love?"
Branch sighed, resting his head against her chest. "I don't know Poppy. Sometimes I wish I was a baby again."
Poppy massaged the back of his ears. "Branch, you know what you have to do. Don't fight it."
"Poppy, you're playing unfair here." Branch protested, trying not to melt at the feeling of his ears being massaged.
"Come on Branch, do it for me." Poppy said sweetly.
"Nope, not gonna work this time." Branch said stubbornly.
"Pretty pleaseee?"
"No."
"Branch~"
"Nuh uh."
They kept going back and forth, and of course, Poppy won in the end. Branch just needed a little, convincing.
Poppy grinned victoriously. "So, you'll be doing it tomorrow Branch?"
Branch's face was covered in lipstick marks. "Yes..." he replied in his usual grumpy tone.
Poppy smiled cheerfully. "Great! I better see some progress between you and your brothers Branchie!"
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Branch had went back to his bunker. He walked from room to room with a sense of fear. He had to live his life on edge again because of his brothers.
He searched through the whole bunker for any signs of them or any sort of traps. He felt relieved when there was nothing to be found.
"Finally, maybe I can have a break for once..."
Branch plopped onto his bed, exhausted from the day. Sleep soon consumed the tired troll...
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Quiet snickers and mischievous giggles were heard. The elevator in Branch's bunker went down as four trolls hopped off.
"Are you sure we should be doing this? You're torturing poor Branch. You know he's not a morning person." The pink-haired emo troll said in a worried tone.
"Lighten up, it's just a harmless prank. He can just shake it off." The green-haired, goggle-wearing troll replied.
"Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break!
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake!—" The lime green-haired troll randomly sang.
"SHHHHH!!"
"...Whoops."
They tiptoed into the room, where an unsuspecting Branch slept.
"Okay, on my mark."
"1..."
"2..."
"3!!"
"WAIT!!"
Everyone stopped at the sudden yell.
They turned to look at the troll who yelled. It was the heartthrob himself, Bruce.
His big, purple hair began to vibrate. "My parental instincts are tingling. There's a child in this room, and it's coming from Branch's bed."
John lifted his goggles. "Bruce, come on. There can't possibly be a child down here in Branch's bunker."
"Yeah, I mean, unless Branch and Poppy got a lil busy." Clay said jokingly.
"Clay!" Floyd yelled, elbowing his brother.
Clay laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"
"I don't know bros, my instincts are never wrong." Bruce said, scratching his chin.
"Okay, enough chitchat! Let's get him up." John said, going over to Branch's bed. "Hey bro, rise and shine!"
He noticed how small Branch looked in his bed." "Geez, did you lose weight?"
Floyd came over, feeling sympathetic for his little brother. "Sorry about the noise Branch. I tried to stop them."
A soft coo replied to Floyd, making all the brothers freeze.
"Wait, is there really a baby here?!" John asked, looking at the small figure under the blanket.
Bruce's hair vibrated like crazy when he got near the bed. "Told you, my instincts are never wrong."
Everyone looked at each other with confused looks.
"Should we see who it is?" Floyd asked.
"Might as well." Clay said, shrugging his shoulders.
Floyd slowly reached for the top of the blanket. He slowly pulled it down, revealing the child inch by inch. Or should I say...baby.
The blanket was pulled back, revealing a sleeping infant. A loud gasp was heard from each of the brothers.
"BRANCH?!!"
TO BE CONTINUED