Hello there everyone! Holy Christ Chicken, it's been too long since I last wrote anything, what with no ideas, school, YouTube focus, and life happening all at once. But recently I wrote an Angry Birds Stella drabble, and holy shit it turned out crazy good. So, I decided that I put that here!

Something I want to clear up is that certain names of birds in this are basically birdsonas of my friends in a Skype group, like Nats or Pet. Which makes sense, it's a Birdsona (mine to clarify) X Poppy fic, of COURSE I gotta self insert friends.

If you want to leave what you think of the story or any spelling or grammar issues, let me know by writing a review mentioning it! If you hate this story, I ain't gonna judge to bad, this was literally written in about a night for the most part.

Either way, this was a long intro, so let's get to the story!

-KRG

Rain. Weathers way to keeping the world beautiful in nature. If falling lightly, one might take a stroll through it. But if it's falling too hard, it could ruin a fun day of seeing the world.

And Matt was bored. Sitting in his bed he was staring out into the sea that surrounds Golden Island. Ever since him and his friends crashed here for what they thought was a few weeks ago and met up with Stella and her friends, it's been one adventure after another. That is, until a storm started a few days ago. Thankfully before the storm got worse Dahlia had everyone build ceilings for the walkways so that they can still move around without any danger.

But that doesn't fix the boredom factor on Matt's part. Pet was off trying to flirt with Dahlia for the umpteenth time, Willow, Natalie, and Nam were painting somewhere, and Stella and Angela were looking after Luca. He WISHED there was something to do.

He could go see what Dahlia was up to…No, then Pet would probably try to embarrass him.

He could go draw with Willow, Nats, and Nam…then again, he was way too self-conscious about his skills.

He could go help look after Luca…wait, last time he tried to do that, Luca screamed so loud, Matt's room collapsed.

Matt groaned and slammed his face onto his bed, but immediately got back up to clean his glasses. He walked (or bounced, I don't know how to describe it .-.) to the window and looked at the clouds in the sky. It doesn't seem like it'll let up any time today, he thought and sighed. His eyes drifted over another room in the large tree him and his friends were staying at on their surprise visit. Usually he heard the loud banging of drums or the crashing sounds of cymbals mixed together into a beat than even he would find himself swaying to (though of course he'd never admit it to anyone else). But today was different, or in a broader case, since the STORM started it was different.

Poppy's room was dead silent.

If it were anyone else, they'd be thankful that they wouldn't have anything distracting them during their activities. But for Matt, it was the other way around. Poppy's random jam sessions gave him a surprising boost in energy, though he describes it as "keeping him awake and alert." He still managed to tidy up his room, cover any leaks in the ceiling, and take care of any chores anyone asked him to do, but he was almost walking around like a zombie doing them. That brings up another thing he's noticed, Poppy was barely seen outside. Aside from joining everyone for breakfast or dinner, she was almost always in her room. And even if she wasn't, she was expressionless and low on energy, WAY out of her character.

He felt concerned about her, but never really spoke up about it. Now he feels more than obligated to try to figure out what in the name of the Mighty Eagle was going on! He started heading for the door as he started to think about his plan.

"Okay, I have to head to Poppy's room, ask her what's the matter, and if there is, try to help her out, and if there isn't and I'm worrying about nothing, that's that," he thought and nodded. But then he heard voices, more specifically, Luca's. "That's right, her friends might be worried too," he muttered. He weighed his options; A. Tell everyone what's worrying you and getting everyone involved, the usual go-to solution. B. Go in alone and try to fix this yourself, the self-centered, yet caring approach. A was sounding pretty good, then he realized that if too many people come forward, it might make things worse. On the other hand, B might make him look suspicious if someone asked him why he's out.

In the end, he went with Option B. He planned that he would take an indirect route to Poppy's that he could minimize the chance of someone noticing. The path went around everyone else, but Dahlia's room wasn't trouble, since she'd be busy. Matt stopped for a minute and chuckled to himself, realizing he's putting too much effort into doing this on his own. He could just say that he's just taking a walk and needs time to think.

Surprisingly, the plan went unhitched. Not even Pet cared to pay attention to him as he walked past Dahlia's room, or was it a laboratory, both seemed to be in the same place. He didn't keep on that thought too much as he neared Poppy's abode. As he got closer, he started to hear something in the form of a sigh. "That's a new one," he said to himself. He walked over to the door, and looked at her. Of course he noticed the drum set and the other miscellaneous percussion equipment around the room, but his eyes were centered towards her, lying on her bed face first groaning something that he couldn't translate. He started walking in, maybe if he was really quiet that he wouldn't spook he-

*CHING*

The sound of a tambourine being moved, Poppy squawked and looked in Matt's direction, who was equally surprised.

Well there went the element of surprise. Fate decided that it would be used against him, and it was so.

Well, there's Verse One out of the way. If you liked this, favorite it and save it for another time and leave a review for me to check out!

-KRG