Hey everyone! This is my new and first story on this account, I have another account but I decided to take a break from it and try to do something a lil bit different.

So I saw Trolls in the theater a could weeks back, and by the trailer (it had me cringing XD) I thought I was going to hate it, but I actually really like it.

I really have became fond of the Poppy×Branch ship, I think it's really cute and sweet. I like how they went down the route of Branch loving her the whole time was extremely touching! I wanted to call this story True Colors because it's easily the best song in the movie.

I fangirled.

Over animated trolls.

God help me! XD

Anyway, here's the story, enjoy!

Grey. It's used as many different definitions. It could be a feeling of loneliness and despair. Or just simply the absence of sunlight. No one likes it when the sun is blocked by the grey clouds nor does anyone like the feeling of loneliness and despair. It could also be a mixture of the two. When the sun is blocked and Mother Nature weeps and cries it's godly tears, it makes everyone feel lonely and hopeless.

Bent, but never broken because Mother Nature knows that tomorrow the sun'll come out. She knows that soon enough she would have to cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. For the sake of others. She knows that there's going to be a day when there will be no sun left and even her will perish from the earth, only to realize that she had drowned in her own tears, and she took her people down with her.

So she dries her tears with the sun and lets it warm the earth again, restoring everyone's faith. She knows that she needs to let go and be happy, even if it's a lot easier said than done.

But we're getting off topic. Back to grey.

He felt his color fading as he started to cry tears of pain, his face in his hands. He was all alone in the patch of grass, not thinking of anything else but the last time he saw his grandmother- the look of true horror on her face. He couldn't get that image out of his mind no matter how hard he tried to shake it off, it was on replay.

He gasped when he saw he slightly looked up and saw the color of his hands: grey. His breathing quickened even more than it was and his heart beat increased, only making him cry heavier. He fell to his knees and budded them.

He lost his colors.

Once a trolls colors fade...can they ever come back? he thought to himself, still panicking. He felt as if the answer was so close, just out of reach, yet he couldn't wrap his fingers around it. It was something that happened often. There were a lot of things that felt just out of reach yet so far away. He wasn't sure why. Something was missing.

He rocked himself back and forth. "I'm sorry Grandma Rosiepuff…" he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you…" He swallowed. "Please forgive me...I don't care about myself anymore," he wailed, sniffing. Sudden anger grew inside him. I killed her, he thought darkly. I KILLED her by singing. I'm never singing again.

Branch was still sitting there with his knees budded, with the only company of the sky. Just as he did, it was turning grey. He had sat there for hours, eyes closed deep in thought, his mind replaying the look of horror. He was still not going to sing. He used to think a simple song would fix everything, but he kept his promise about never singing again.

His eyes flew opened when he heard someone singing in the distance. His heart sank. At first he didn't recognize the voice, but as it got closer, he knew exactly who it was: Princess Poppy! He couldn't let her see him like this! She would tell everyone! He rarely saw the queen-to-be. Usually him and Grandma Rosie wouldn't talk to many people of the village. Every few weeks or so King Peppy would go check on them, just to see how they were doing. He would often invite them to parties such as Poppy's seventh birthday- which was most recent. Grandma refused even though Branch longed to leave their pod and adventure out on his own. Now he wasn't sure what to do. In all truthfulness he didn't want to do anything. He didn't want to do anything but cry.

He felt a raindrop call on his head as he heard Poppy get closer, on the final verse of her song.

"...Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll love ya, tomorrow!

You're always a day awayyyyyy!"

She laughed a little but as she stomped in the mud puddles, Branch watching her every move, trying his hardest to stay still but failed when trying to get up because he stepped and tripped on a big rock. Poppy jumped at the noise and froze, standing completely up, ears strained to listen and her eyes ready for anything. Branch still didn't move.

"Hello?" she asked nervously, approaching the patch of grass where Branch was, frozen as a stature. He could now see her clearly. A raindrop fell on her nose and she sneezed. It almost was enough to make Branch smile, but he stood his ground.

She took at few steps closer, and she spotted him and gasped. "I've never seen a...grey troll before," she said softly. "Papa always says that turning grey is a trolls worst nightmare." She shuddered a little.

Branch wiped the tears from his eyes but said nothing. He wasn't sat up straight, his back was slightly arched and he was on his knees. He slowly backed up.

"Hey," her tone was soothing. "I won't hurt you." As she got closer Branch took a few steps back. Poppy narrowed her eyes. "Branch…?"

She...knows my name? he thought, shocked. He thought for a long time she didn't even know he existed. He envied her. She was always outside the village having a good time, singing and dancing with her friends.

"Poppy!" King Peppy called from afar.

This was when he made a run for it. He heard Poppy yelling his name, begging for him to come back, but he kept running. He kept running until he felt as if the grass had swallowed him up whole, and the ground was stripped from the earth and he was falling through the center. He screamed until he and the ground were reunited again. He had fell right on his belly. He held it in pain, moaning and groaning until everything stopped spinning.

Once he could manage the stand up, he wrapped his arms around himself. It was so chilly in there that he could see his own breath. He looked at his surroundings, and they were cold, dark, and gloomy. The best way of all to describe it was grey.

Unsure what to do and how to get out, Branch lay down and let his eyelids flutter shut. He knew the only thing he could do was wait for morning.

I know it's a bit short but I just kinda wanted to leave it here because it's suspenseful and it explains how Branch fpun the bunker that he lived in. It's also just the prologue I guess. I was originally going to make it into a huge one-shot but I would rather do it this way because I would love to take request!

If you have a request the only thing would be to make sure it's before the movie because none of this story will take place afterwards so I'm not sure if this is going to be a happy ending or not (a little different for me).

But please feel free to request! I will take pretty much anything and I do have ideas myself. Just make sure it takes place before the movie. I wouldn't say it's a series of one-shots because usually those aren't in any specific order but I would like mine to be in order.

That makes sense, right? :)

Please feel free to review whether I should continue or not! Criticism is totally allowed! :D