⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀< ❈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.

He swiped his hand towards the lock, but missed and was pushed off-balance once again. Frustration surged through the usually-calm Troll. He was trembling, his palms sweating, and his heart beating fast. But with one more powerful boost, the meditator was able to grab the lock in his small purple hand. No key! Great!

But an idea crept into his brain. The male Troll used his handy hair to form it into a key-shape. At first, when he stuck the end into the keyhole, it did not work. He growled and changed the shape of it. He then stuck it inside once more, jerked the blue-green fluff, and the lock clicked open.

Creek slid down the metal bars of the gate and grabbed the door with his hair. Since all Trolls had quite strong hair, he was able to pull it open easily.

Chef ran forward and bustled inside. "We have to hide or they'll spot us!" she whispered, scooping Creek up in her hands and dashing off towards a few plants.

The two hid behind them, watching as many Bergens passed. "Oh, this'll be fun!" Chef said sarcastically. Her scary yellow-orange eyes flickered over the town's people. "We'll have to find another way to King Gristle's palace," she muttered to Creek.

The tall Bergen got down on her hands and knees and began crawling towards a building. Creek thought he'd picked up her strategy. They'd most likely be going from alleyway to alleyway until they were able to slip off towards the kingdom. But they'd be idiots to take the stairs that led to the entrance. Perhaps breaking a window, Creek thought.

Despite his now-calm appearance, Creek was raging with excitement. He tried to keep his regular composure so he didn't overwork himself. He wanted to be the least threatening thing on the planet. At least seem like that.

Chef gasped and halted quickly as the voices of a few Bergens sounded close by. She pressed her back against the wall of a red-bricked building and slowly, cautiously peered out from the corner. A couple of teenagers were playing a game.

"Great!" Chef whispered.

Creek watched the group of three Bergens. They seemed too engulfed in their fun, whatever they were doing, to notice anyone around. "I think it'll be okay," he told the light purple female.

Chef tensed for a second. She clearly pondered the thought of making a run for it.

Creek was shivering internally with anxiety. It flowed through his veins like icy water and his heart thumped quicker against his rib cage. "I-it's okay," he whispered to his Bergen friend.

Chef glanced at him, her eyes full of fear. Something he never thought he'd see in her gaze. She was always so scary and ambitious that she didn't have time to be scared. She was the one to make others afraid. With her strict manner and her booming voice. She flexed her muscles once again, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and then bolted off across the space between two buildings.

Just to Creek's relief, the young Bergens were too absorbed in their game to notice them. They passed without being noticed and continued on for a very long time.

After what seemed like hours, Chef emerged from the shadow of a building, her eyes locking on the King's palace. "This is it," she smirked.

Creek gazed up at the giant cream-colored structure towering over them. A large staircase led to the main entrance, but like he said to himself earlier, they'd never make it if they went that way. Chef was no idiot. She would've guessed that as well.

"Well, you got any ideas of how to get in? This time I can't put you through the door to make you unlock it for me." She glanced over her shoulder briefly as if she expected another Bergen to come strolling towards them. But the path behind them was empty.

"Well, I know that," Creek said calmly. "We could just—"

"How are you not afraid?" Chef snapped.

Creek winked at her. "Never am, mate. Never am." But his words were a complete lie. He was exploding with anxiety and fear right now. But his neat composure chased off any traces of that. "Anyways, what I was going to say is, we could break a window."

"Simple enough. It might just work," Chef replied. The tall female Bergen dashed off towards the palace, ducking under plants and behind little brick walls leading up to it. They soon reached a side of the palace with a window looming up overhead. "There's no foothold for me to climb," she said with a sigh.

"No worries," Creek said, sliding down from Chef's arm and forming a makeshift staircase with his extendable hair. He hopped down, running towards a brick that had fallen from one of the walls. It was pretty big and wide too. "This could be a nice stool for you!"

Chef turned to look at the brick. "Ah yes," she chuckled. "Where would I be without your guidance, Creek?" She walked over and lifted up the rough object, gritting her teeth slightly. The purple Troll guessed it was heavy. But it didn't surprise him.

Chef propped it up against the wall and stepped onto it, gripping the windowsill with her long, skinny fingers and hauling herself upwards. "Come on!" she whispered down to Creek.

Creek ran in her direction, using his hair once again to reach up and grab the windowsill next to Chef. He elevated himself upwards, lifting a foot and placing it against his leg and holding out his arms in a meditation position. This helped him remain calm and not look down. Being a very small creature, the drop below would look like falling off a mountain.

He flipped himself up beside Chef, his hair retracting back to normal position, looping up over his head and curling at the tip.

"I should've brought the brick up here," Chef said regretfully.

"Then how would you have gotten up here?" Creek inquired.

Chef sighed. "You're right. Whatever." She clenched her fist together and rammed it towards the window. The glass shattered almost instantly and blood seeped from the female's knuckles. She winced from pain but scooped up Creek.

The calm purple male gagged at the irony stench. He wasn't a fan of blood. But he forced himself to ignore it and focus on their current situation.

"Where does this window lead?" he asked Chef, who previously had worked here.

Chef smirked once again. "Right where King Gristle will be sitting in his throne. You think I'd pick a window from the back that would make us go through more hiding? No. Gristle is an idiot. He's too young to be King. Has no experience. His father hardly taught him anything. I can easily manipulate him because of that." She chuckled quietly.

There they stood in a large room, a beautiful magenta carpet leading towards the King's throne.

To Creek's amusement, Gristle was there fast asleep. He was a little shocked to not see any guards around, but guessed they weren't as protective of their kingdom anymore because of how relaxed life had become for everyone. Idiots, the little purple Troll thought.

"King Gristle!" Chef's voice boomed out across the room.

The chubby, short green-skinned Bergen jolted awake immediately. "Huh?? What??" He collapsed to the floor, letting out a yelp of pain. He lifted himself and stared at Chef. Anger lit his red eyes. "What are you doing here, huh? You've been banished from Bergentown! For a second time! Can't you take the hint that no one wants you?"

Chef let an innocent expression take ahold of her face. "I have done some great thinking, sire," she replied. "I just...I just want to be happy. Like the rest of you. I did not eat this little guy while out by myself." She indicated to Creek who was now settled on her shoulder once again in his normal meditation pose.

Just act natural and this will all work beautifully, Creek told himself.

"Oh..." Creek heard the thinking in Gristle's tone and opened his eyes to see the Bergen King staring at the floor. "I guess...maybe you do deserve happiness. I-I mean, that's what Poppy always said..."

Chef smiled. "Exactly! Shouldn't I be given a second chance for my crimes? I did not mean to traumatize those little Trolls into making them think they'd be a tasty meal. They're a nice bunch of creatures who have become great Bergen allies. I want to rejoin Bergentown, sir, if you'll have me."

Gristle stared at her for a long time, then a wide, ridiculous smile grew on his face. "Okay! You're right, Chef, you do deserve a second chance! Everyone does." He walked away from his chair and tuned towards another door. "Follow me!"

Yay! We're working up to the main plot of this! Yes, this is going to be a very long story. But in a way that's good. I'm sure you, as a reader, want to read a longer fanfiction for your fandom. I can relate to that. I've come across really short Broppy fanfictions and I was just dying for more of it. Every time I get upset from something or want more of something in a story, I go off and do my own thing, making it how I think it should be or have happen what I want to happen. Anyways, thank you for reading and let's get on with the question:

Do you have any Trolls merchandise?

I only have a few toys I've gotten from blind bags but I certainly plan on getting more things from the store. My local Walmart has a crapton of Trolls stuff lol.

Give me your answer in the comments and don't forget to vote!