I do not own Trolls.

This is a plot thought up by gaara king of the sand

Chapter Four

Poppy tried desperately to cover her ears, trying to block out the loud banging of the music. Her head felt like it was going to explode with the sound, her eyes stung with the bright lights and her body shook with anxiety. Once the party started and her father introduced her to the crowd of Trolls, they just wouldn't leave her alone. She had hands touching her everywhere, everyone wanting to hug and get to know the 'lost princess'. She hated the attention, she hated the crowd and she hated this horrible music. Poppy wanted nothing more than to hide and curl up away from the Trolls around her. She felt pressured. This wasn't her and she didn't feel she could adjust anytime soon. She wanted nothing more than to build a bunker like Branch's and hide away from everyone.

"Poppy, come over here with us," She felt her hand be grabbed, yanking her through the crowds. Poppy growled aloud while trying to catch sight of the perpetrator. All she could make out was some bright blue hair in her face, a small yellow body down below. She couldn't help wondering who this tiny troll was.

"Princess Poppy!" A large blue Troll greeted her as she was slung into the middle of the group of Trolls. Poppy eyed them all up, wondering who they all were.

"Please, just call me Poppy," Poppy insisted, hating being called 'Princess'. She felt nothing like a Princess, and she certainly didn't want to be one. She wanted out of this Village, she wanted away from all this cheer and glitter. She wanted to go home…

"I'm Biggie," The blue Troll introduced himself before pointing to the small yellow Troll who grabbed her earlier, "This is Smidge, the twins over there are Satin and Chenille," The twins in question waved at Poppy, their cheeks sparkling under the light. Poppy nodded slowly while pulling a face of discomfort.

"That there is Fuzzbert," Biggie pointed to a furry looking creature who jumped up in excitement. Poppy felt taken aback and wondered what on earth was under all that green hair. All she could see was some little legs sticking out at the bottom.

"And I'm Cooper!" A four-legged Troll announced, pulling a silly face as his green hat slid slightly into his eyes. Poppy couldn't help chuckling slightly at him.

"And, my Princess, I am Creek," A purple Troll introduced himself as he took hold of Poppy's hand, staring into her eyes as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, snatching her hand back. He seemed to be charming and she could tell from how the others looked at him that he was well respected and cared for. That made Poppy dislike him. He was clearly a Troll pleaser and it was something she detested in a being. She believed everyone should be unique and should do what they believed in and not follow the crowds and act to please. She certainly didn't plan on changing who she was for anyone else.

"Thanks for the introductions…I guess…" Poppy muttered while pushing through the group.

"Where are you going?" Smidge shouted.

"Home."

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Chef growled as she kicked a pan across the gravelled brown floor. It had been two decades since she was last at Bergen Town, and with every passing day she felt her anger increase, her resentment overruling her. She wanted revenge. She wanted to find the Trolls and destroy them. She wanted to use them to push Gristle off the thrown. He didn't deserve to be King, he knew nothing of the Kingdom like she did!

"Those who control the Trolls, control the Kingdom!" She recited to herself deviously as she rubbed her hands together cunningly. She knew they were out here somewhere, it was just a matter of waiting. She had been tracing them through the forest for years until their tracks fell dead. She had been lost since then but hoped for a sign of their whereabouts. After all, they were prone to parties, which meant fireworks and glitter. The perfect way to pinpoint them if they were stupid enough to follow through with it. She scoffed to herself. Of course, they were idiotic enough.

"Now where is left to check?" She thought allowed while consulting the rock she had been drawing on. She had mapped out the forest on it and with each section she had checked she had ticked it off. She wanted those Trolls in her grasp. The years had not been kind to her mental state, or her hygiene, but she knew once she had those pesky little creatures in her hands she would receive her whole life back. Every luxury she could imagine would be hers. Even the crown.

"Stupid Branch. Stupid Trolls. I hate them. How can they be so cheerful? How can they lie to me like that?" Poppy muttered to herself, kicking a pebble along the floor. Chef spun around, spotting the little grey Troll dragging her feet on the floor. She couldn't resist the smile on her face as she approached Poppy. She recognised the unhappy Troll who took part in destroying her life.

"So, little Troll, what are you doing around here?" Chef asked casually, walking towards Poppy with her hands behind her back. Poppy stepped back at first, unsure of who was speaking to her, but the second she noticed it was a Bergen she felt hope shoot through her.

"Trying to find Bergen Town. I wish to go home," Poppy stood tall, trying to hold her ground. She didn't want to seem weak to this Bergen. However, Poppy couldn't help shying away slightly as the Bergen's piercing orange eyes that seemed to glow against the night stared at her.

"Home you say? Yes, I know you. Princess Poppy, the little unhappy Troll whom Gristle took care of,"

"Yeah…" Poppy spoke quietly, suddenly feeling very cautious of the Bergen before her.

"Did I hear you speak of the Trolls? You know where they are?" Chef asked Poppy, an idea already beginning in her head.

"Depends, do you know how to get me home?" Poppy countered.

"Well then, Miss Poppy," Chef grinned at her connivingly, "I think we could strike a little deal,"

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"My father was right. I will never be happy," Gristle whinged as he sagged in his chair, feeling his heart deflate. His Town was greyer than ever, everyone was miserable and now Poppy had vanished! He had no idea what to do anymore and all hopes of bringing joy to his people seemed lost.

"Never. Never. Never." He banged his head back against the chair repeatedly.

"Never say never!" A voice boomed throughout his throne room. Gristle sat up straight, scanning the room for the culprit.

"Who said that?" He demanded, his guards cowering slightly as they stared around the room. His guards, although handy and useful in a Bergen riot, are very superstitious and find eerie noises and voices such as this rather frightening. He found it pathetic.

"Me!" Chef announced as she smashed through the flower pot, holding her arms out in a grand reveal with her cape draping over them for effect.

"Chef? What are you doing here? My father banished you twenty years ago!" Gristle almost growled before changing his attitude.

"Have you been hiding behind that pot the entire time?" Gristle couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, I wish, Sire, but no. I've been out in the wilderness, all alone and cold, fighting to live. I just wanted to come and make up for the situation I left you in, my King… That, and I found the Trolls…" Chef looked up at him, suddenly feeling smug as she threw her cloak at Chad and Todd. She suddenly felt powerful and like she held all the cards.

"You found the Trolls!" Gristle shouted unbelievingly, Chad and Todd reacting similarly.

"Yes, the whole Village," Chef grinned.

"Where are they?" Gristle demanded, suddenly doubting the Bergen in front of him. It might just be all words to fool him.

"Still at their home. I wish to gather my team and then collect them in one go,"

"Why not bring samples?" Gristle glared at her.

"Because I believe they are harbouring your lost little grey Troll,"

"Poppy?" Gristle suddenly perked up at that. The Kingdom had felt rather silent since her disappearance. He found he cared for her more than he cared to admit to. After all, he had grown up with her, it seemed odd to be alone now.

"Indeed," Chef flashed him a devilish smile.

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"Where is Poppy?" King Peppy asked the small group of Trolls he'd last seen her with. They all shrugged in response other than Smidge.

"She said she wanted to go home," Smidge informed him. The King, suddenly feeling sick with worry, spun around and hobbled towards the stage. He hoped for a better view. He hoped he would be fortunate enough to see her. He couldn't lose her. Not again.

"Poppy? Poppy, are you out there?" He shouted out, the Trolls in the audience falling silent at their King's desperate pleas. They all felt for their ruler, they could feel his pain and anguish. They all began looking between each other, each one hoping to catch a glimpse of the lost Princess.

"Poppy?" He shouted one more time, his heart sinking with dread.

"I'm here," Everyone spun around at Poppy's voice to see her stood on a Bergen's shoulder. The entire village stood frozen, feeling shocked at the betrayal. No one knew what to say or do.

"Why?" King Peppy whispered as several glowing orange eyes became present under the night sky.

"Get them," Chef ordered as all the Bergens in her team unzipped their bags before diving into the crowd, grabbing handfuls of the Trolls. There was a collaboration of screams and yelling as they tried to escape the clutching hands, but no one was successful. Once the last of them were zipped away Chef turned her head to look at Poppy on her shoulder.

"As for you, I appreciate your help and I admire you for being so trusting in thinking I'd return you home in exchange for this, however, I don't need you," Chef said smugly as she flicked Poppy off of her shoulder. Poppy landed on the floor with a hard thump, leaving her whole body screaming in pain as she sat up, tears pricking in her eyes as she stared at Chef.

"Why?" Poppy asked through a muffled sob, almost mimicking her own father from before.

"I don't need an unhappy Troll," Chef laughed as she spun around, leaving Poppy to wallow in the dark, destroyed and now empty Village…