Surprise! I'm rewriting Poppy's Secret! But I'm going to keep the original up and I'll still continue writing Searching For The Light, in case you guys are curious. There are going to be some changes, like I might add Branch's mom, who'd still be alive, but it still takes place before the first movie, the baby's name is Flower, and Flower will be with Branch when they get attacked by the Chef. And after I see the actual movie, I might write a version of Trolls World Tour with both Flower and Willow in it. After that clip from the Graham Norton show, I can imagine how Flower would react to her parents arguing about weapons...

Princess Poppy of the Trolls was always an early riser. She could stay up all night, and still be ready by 6:30 AM. Some often wondered if she ever slept at all.

But something was different that morning. After a whole night of partying, Poppy couldn't find it in her to get out of bed. All she wanted was to stay in, cuddled up underneath her fluffy blankets. As she felt a small pain in her abdomen, the young Troll slightly opened one of her rosy eyes and noticed that her clock read "9:45."

"Oh, my gosh! I slept in!" she exclaimed, and jumped out of bed without hesitation. She made and ate toast (with ranch sauce instead of jam), took a shower, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, put on sparkly green dress and headband, and looked out her pod window.

When I wake up in the morning, friends

And the sunlight hurts my eyes

And something without warning, friends

Bears heavy on my mind

The problem was, Poppy didn't know what was bothering her. It was an unusual feeling, like her body knew something her mind didn't.

"Good morning, Poppy!" Creek, one of her oldest and dearest friends, called out. Poppy waved shyly and stepped outside.

Then I look at you

And the world's alright with me

Just one look at you

And I know it's gonna be

A lovely day

lovely day, lovely day, lovely day

As the rest of the village sang louder, Poppy found herself feeling nauseated and ran off into the woods to throw up in a nearby stream. Poppy had caught a cold when she was a child, but she never had a stomach bug. But she couldn't question it, she just focused more on puking out everything she ate in the past eleven hours.

"Feeding the fish?" a familiar voice said sarcastically. Poppy turned around to find Branch, the grouchy village recluse. Unlike most Trolls, he lived in an underground survival bunker in the woods instead of a colorful seed pod, and he was the only Troll who wouldn't sing, dance, or even hug.

"Hi, Branch!" Poppy greeted. "How's your day so far?"

"It was fine, until someone caused the entire village to start making noise to expose us to bloodthirsty Bergens!"

Poppy smirked. "I don't see any Bergens."

Branch groaned. "That's not the point! You can't just party all the time, especially when you're sick."

"What are you talking ab-" Poppy was cut off by a sudden wave of nausea and threw up in the stream again. Branch just rolled his eyes and held her pink, bushy hair back.

"See? You should be home in bed."

"I doubt it's that serious," Poppy argued, spitting out what was left in her mouth. "And even if it was, I'm not just going to obey your every command."

"You did that one time during our 'fling,'" Branch pointed out, slightly smirking.

"We agreed to never speak of it again!" Poppy shouted angrily. Branch got scared of this new side of Poppy.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said submissively. "Look, I got a lot to do today, so just go home and get some rest."

With that, Branch left without another word.

"Nerve of him," Poppy grumbled as she trudged her way back to the village. "Thinks he knows exactly what's wrong with me. I probably just ate a bad cupcake or a rotten piece of fruit or-"

Poppy's train of thought was interrupted when she accidentally ran into someone. She looked up to notice a rather strange-looking Troll, who looked to be around fifteen years old. While most Trolls have colorful heads of hair, hers was mostly black, but there were purple streaks in it. Her lavender skin was unusually pale, and her violet eyes were almost too big for her head, but one of them was covered by her bangs. She wore a black sweater with a broken heart on the chest, blue jeans and a black headband. And if that wasn't enough, her neck seemed to be dislocated, but she was still standing upright!

"Hey, are you okay?" Poppy asked the strange Troll, who waved. Poppy decided to pop her neck back into place to see if that would help her.

"Whoo! Thanks!" she replied. "You have no idea how painful that was."

"How did it happen?" Poppy asked nervously.

"I don't know," the strange Troll admitted. "One minute, I'm putting my brothers and sisters to bed, all thirteen of them. Afterwards, I pass out on my bed, completely exhausted. The following morning, I wake up in the forest, my neck broken and yet, here I am walking and talking."

"Just in case, you should probably see a doctor," Poppy suggested, and took her back to the village.

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"Princess Poppy, if what you said was true, your friend is lucky to be alive," the doctor explained. "Or she's been cursed with immortality. No one ever survives a broken neck."

"How do you think she broke it?" Poppy guessed.

"I hope I'm wrong, but I'd say attempted murder," the doctor answered, and the two Trolls felt a chill. Murder was something the Trolls rarely discussed, because whoever dared commit or attempt it weren't considered Trolls anymore.

"I know I'm unlikable, but I doubt anyone would try to kill me," the teenage Troll pointed out as Poppy puked in a garbage can.

"Princess Poppy, are you alright?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Poppy insisted. "I think it's just something I ate last night."

The teenage Troll sniffed the air and said, "I smell ranch sauce."

"That wasn't it, I was just... Wait, why did I eat it?"

The doctor raised her eyebrow curiously and plucked a strand of Poppy's hair from her head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Poppy exclaimed.

"Yeah, I think there are rules about touching another Troll's hair without consent," the teenage Troll pointed out. "Or was that butts?"

"When did you eat the ranch sauce?" asked the doctor as she put the hair in a weird-looking plant.

"This morning, I put it on toast," Poppy answered.

"Any other weird food cravings?"

"Well, now that you mention-"

"How long has the nausea been going on?"

"I only barfed ten or elev-"

"Sharp pangs in the abdomen?"

"Well, I wouldn't say-"

"Dizziness?"

"Yes, but only because-"

"Fatigue?"

"I did get out of-"

"Mood swings?"

"Maybe I-"

"Tender breasts?"

"Uh-"

"When was your last menstrual period?"

"I guess I'm a little-"

"When was the last time you-"

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS?!" Poppy shouted. All of these questions seemed unnecessary.

"I've seen all this before," the teenage Troll said. "Thirteen times. Actually, eleven, because there were two sets of twins."

"Twins?" Poppy wondered as the doctor placed a stethoscope to her abdomen. "What are you-"

"Okay, I'd say you're about six weeks along," the doctor interrupted, and gave Poppy a bottle of pills. "Take these every twelve hours, come back in eight weeks, and congratulations. Now, I have other patients to see, so I'm gonna have to ask you to please exit the pod."

As she stepped outside with her new friend, Poppy read the label on the container over and over again. It read "prenatal vitamins," and some instructions on how to take them.

The teenager felt uncomfortable with the silence, so she held out her hand and said, "By the way, my name's Willow!"

Poppy just ignored her. She was in too much shock. Not only feeling surprise, but pure disbelief.

"I'm... pregnant?"

I hope you guys enjoyed this, leave a vote and comment your thoughts! Also, I need a new cover, not that I don't love @Lee_La_Jolie's cover for the original, but I feel like I need something new. So if anyone wants to submit something, either in their art book or through my Insta (@poppyqueenofthepoptrolls), that would be wonderful. Whichever I like most, I'll use it.

Until next time. 🌈