I did it! I completed it. I am debating on a sequel. And yes, I did do that thing that happens in this fic. So what? I. Regret. Nothing! Listen to "One" by Three Dog Night. I don't own rights to that song that may be used here.

I am also planning on writing a few One Shots before I start writing another multi-chapter fic again. You guys can give me a shout out if one of these ideas sounds good to you:

Poppy and the Beast: The title is deceiving. A very loose interpretation of Beauty and the Beast (taking place when they are toddlers). Branch has always been considered an outsider. All of the trollings made fun of him, some even calling him a beast. But when young Poppy gets caught in a nasty rainstorm, she finds herself trapped in "the beast's lair". Will she survive?

Untitled One Shot: I don't have a fancy summary written yet. Basically a one shot about Branch and Poppy finally getting married. Branch is panicking, causing the Snack Pack to have to try and calm him down before he hurts himself or others. Meanwhile, Poppy is just as giddy as ever.

So let me know if you guys prefer to read one of these more than the other one first.

moonlightdreamer1: Hang in there, Creek's not done yet! And thank you very much! It's a song that always makes me think of Poppy, so I thought it was perfect.

C00KIECAKE: Maybe...:B

minecraftdude1: Well, you are talking to someone who has seen all of the Star Wars movies, all of Clone Wars, and is up to date with Rebels. In addition, I have played the crap out of SWTOR and have played a Star Wars table top game (kinda like dnd) for about 3 years now (it may be my other obsession that isn't Trolls). I haven't written anything about Star Wars, only because I wasn't sure what to write about (although I eventually do plan on creating a comic based on one of the characters I had played in my Star Wars table top game...It's kinda special and may not be rated K+ though). Did you have any ideas in mind for an adaptation?

SkyZoneKiller: This is the last chapter, so if you want to read more of my writing, it will be in another fic! But I do plan on writing more Trolls, so I hope you like my other ideas!

Guest: I'm glad you liked it so much! It's not over yet though! This right here is the final chapter!

And now that I rambled on waaaaay too much, here it is! The final chapter! I regret nothing!

He was alone – utterly and dreadfully alone, with nothing to commune with other than his very own mind. His wandering thoughts would be his new family now, sending him reminders and whispers of his own failure. It wasn't the ideal family, but seeing as how no other troll would accept him anymore, he would have to settle. If only he could've been more convincing with Poppy. She was the most warm-hearted troll in all of the village. That pink troll tried to find good and happiness in everything, which apparently included Branch.

Creek sighed.

That was the unexpected roadblock in his plan: Branch. Why did that once-gray troll have to get his colors back? If he just stayed the miserable, paranoid troll he had always been, everything would've worked out fine. But, why did he change? That still puzzled Creek. After all this time, and all of the attempts Poppy had made at making him happy, it took but one rescue mission to do so. What was so different? What really happened?

As he continued to ponder, the purple troll strode through the forest with no clear destination. His beetle friend was nowhere to be found, even after he made attempts to call him over. Creek never did catch his name, nor did he bother to give him one. The purple troll had always addressed him as 'my friend'. He hadn't thought that a proper name would be needed.

"That's just another failure to add to the list," he told himself out loud as he ducked under a large twig. It was half the thickness of his body, but stretched out at least twice the length of his precious hair. It appeared to be dry and prickly, making Creek glance at it in disgust. "Doesn't anyone clean around here?" He questioned the air, as if it would answer him back. Its response was a gentle breeze brushing against the blue fibers on his head.

He wasn't sure how long he had been walking. It felt like it could've been at least a few days, but he wasn't sure if his mind was exaggerating. It whispered to him again, reminding him that he was, and always will be, alone. As he pushed his way through the brush, he found a small clearing, a large rock sitting in the middle. With a heavy sigh, Creek perched himself upon it. His eyes scanned the area, not a creature in sight. He was indeed, very alone. His only audience was the plant life, which didn't come to life before him. Instead, it took its afternoon nap, only moving when the breeze tickled its edges. Taking a deep breath, he began to sing, gently shutting his eyelids as he did so.

"One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

Two can be as bad as one

It's the loneliest number since the number one.

No is the saddest experience that you'll ever know

Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know

'Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

One is the loneliest number, whoa, worse than two"

Creek let his voice trail off, his hands clutching his knees. He was reminded of why he needed all of that positive attention – why he didn't want to let go of all of that popularity. While in his heart he thought he didn't care much for who he was with, he knew he just needed someone there with him. Creek, once one of the most beloved trolls, hated to be alone. He needed bodies with warms smiles to surround him, so the truth could fade away in his false reality. The purple troll didn't want to admit that he was alone in this world. He wasn't much like the other trolls. While all the other trolls were willing to lend out a helping hand to one another, he was selfish and knew it. He only cared about himself, and that came with a price: loneliness. And now, with all of the trolls gone both physically and emotionally, he had come to realize that he paid his dept. There were no refunds for his selfishness.

"I don't think two is a bad number," a voice chimed in, bursting Creek out of his thoughts. Swiftly popping his eyes open, Creek turned to body the voice belong to.

"Who…are you?" Creek asked, stunned by the unfamiliar creature before him. "Are-…are you a troll?"

She shook her head, giggling to herself. "No, I'm not. What's a troll?"

"I, uh…" Creek was baffled. She had about the same body build as an average troll, but lankier and with a much larger nose. What puzzled him the most was that her hair draped down, rather than pushing itself upwards. It reached her lower-back, covering any sign of her ears – if they were even on her head. Her skin was a brilliant blue, complimenting her matching blue eyes. From the corner of his eye, Creek could see a small, nub-like tail peeking out from her white dress. If she wasn't a troll, then what was she?

The blue creature giggled once more, grabbing one of Creek's hands with her own. She shook it gently, introducing herself with a soft voice, "Well, I'm Smurfette; a smurf."

A small smile crept its way on Creek's lips. "And I'm Creek: the loneliest troll you'll ever meet."

Smurfette frowned. "Why, what happened?"

Creek sighed, getting off of his rock. "You see, I had sort of a disagreement with the other trolls…so the queen threw me out of the village."

Smurfette gasped, clamping her mouth with her hands dramatically. "Oh no! That's horrible! Do you at least have a home?"

Slowly turning back to his rock, Creek gestured his hand towards it. "As of right now, this rock. The queen knew I wasn't much of a survivalist. I haven't been able to find food for at least three days now." His stomach knew this was a lie, making no complaint to feed its full tank.

Smurfette jumped to Creek's side, wrapping an arm around him. "Don't worry, Creek. Papa Smurf will be able to help with that."

"He will?" Creek squealed, stretching a wide smile across his face.

Smurfette nodded. "We'll get you fed, rested, and even give you a mushroom to live in! You'll love it in Smurf Village!"

"Do…do you think the other smurfs will be alright with an outsider?"

"Of course, silly! They'll all love you!"

That's all Creek needed to hear. A new village with villagers that would adore him was perfect. He could become popular again, draining all of the positive attention from the smurfs as he possibly could. He would become their idol, and they would become his cure to his loneliness. And if he ever ran into Poppy or Branch again, he would rub it in their little troll faces.

"Lead the way, love. Boop." Creek booped Smurfette on the nose, causing her to giggle.

Honestly, how many of you saw this coming? My boyfriend may have told me to not let Creek run loose in Smurf Village, but I did it anyway. I hope I didn't make too many of you groan. It had to be done! For science! Or something...

I obviously don't own Smurfs, they were created by Peyo (according to my research.)