Ha! Bet you all weren't expecting an update this soon! Look, I'm not as lazy as might you think... I'm even lazier. :P Anyway, please enjoy! Oh, one more thing. I was watching the movie today and I realized the Branch and Poppy's closed got color as soon as they did. Yeah... how does that even work? Eh, it's a kid's movie, I'll let it slide. However, in the flashback, Brach still wears patched clothing. So, you all can imagine him in his normal clothes. As for Poppy, imagine her in her normal clothes during the movie too, just gray.

Now, on with the fic!

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Once the maid - Bridget they learned her name was - had entered her room with the caged trolls, Poppy and Branch hopped down from her apron loops. Bridget had only just put the trolls down on a table before Chef's voice sounded through the air, "Scullery maid!" Metal pots and pans landed on the Bergen's head, making Poppy wince; that had to hurt. "Was these pots and pans for Trollstice! The king's inviting everyone." A pause. "Except you," she added cruelly.

Even though she was a Bergen, Poppy couldn't help but feel bad for Bridget. She knew what it was like to be an outcast. But she was the princess so no physical harm had come to her from another troll. Bridget was a maid. Anyone could treat her like anything and get away with it because no one cared.

No one - Bergen or not - deserved to be treated like that.

To her surprise, however, Bridget burst into tears like she herself had often done when other trolls' taunts became too much. She clamored out of the pots and pans and flung herself onto her bed, taking out a magazine with a picture of the king on the front and gazing at it. To her further surprise, the Bergen began to sing.

I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my home

Poppy and Branch glanced at each other before looking back at the Bergen. They had been told their whole lives that Bergens were heartless monsters that didn't sing, dance, or hug and never showed any emotions besides envy and gluttony. Bridget, however, contradicted everything that they had been told. She wondered what other things they didn't know about their foes.

Who knew? She might be able to resolve a century old conflict while she saved everyone.

Hello,
Is it me your looking for?

I can see it in your eyes,
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted,
And my arms are open wide

'Cause you know just what to say,
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much,
I love you

After her song, Bridget began to cry again before promptly falling asleep. Poppy's heart bled for the girl as she and Branch came out of the shadows. She obviously loved King Gristle, the way... Well, the way she had a thing for Branch. She did wonder what the maid saw in him, though. From what she could tell, King Gristle was rude, demanding, and spoiled. She liked Branch because he was the only troll in the village besides his grandmother that didn't treat her like a freak. But who knew? Maybe there was more to the Bergen King than she saw.

Beside her, Branch was thinking the same thing. He knew pining when he saw it, after all, and Bridget was definitely pining. She must have thought that she had no chance with the king, which he could understand. After all, Poppy could have any troll in the village. Why would she even glance at him when she could have someone like Creek? Smooth, handsome, patient; he was everything Branch wasn't and would probably make a much better king.

Creek... It upset him to think about his eaten friend. Sure, they hadn't been too close, but they were still friends. As much as he wanted to keep the hope that he was somehow alive, it was just impossible. It was better that they get everyone out now than waste time one someone that might not even be alive.

They were both broken out of their trance as they realized that the maid could wake up at any minute. "Let's go," they spoke at the same time. The two scurried across the floor. The climbed up onto the table and brought down the blanket that was covering the cage.

"Guys!" exclaimed the blue troll.

"BRANCH!" exclaimed the trolls when they saw him, much to her dismay. "Celebrate good times, come on!" Were they actually singing?

"No, no, no!" Poppy hissed. "Please, you're gonna wake her up!"

They looked at her before continuing, "There's a party going on right here..."

Of course they wouldn't be that mature. "No!" snapped Poppy, taking her scrapbooking scissors out of her hair. "There is not a part going on right here!" She quickly picked the lock.

Branch lugged it from the cage. "The sooner we get you guys out of here-"

"The sooner we can save Creek!" said the gray princess confidently.

"What?"

Bridget shot upright in her bed, making the trolls gasp. "Hello?" Her eyes soon began to droop, however. "Is it me you're looking for..." She flopped back onto her bed.

Branch sighed in relief before turning to face her. "Look, I know you want to save everyone and I lo-" He caught himself just in time. "think you're wonderful for it, but we have to be logical here. Creek's been eaten." The other trolls began to exit the cage as Branch opened the door.

"They put him in a taco," recalled Biggie, shuddering as he held Mr. Dinkles.

"It was horrible," stated Cooper, who looked scarred for life.

"Sorry, Poppy," Guy Diamond said sympathetically. He had never actually spoken to her before now. "Creek's gone."

Branch approached her slowly. "Poppy, how could you possible think Creek's still alive?"

Poppy turned to him. "I don't think he's alive," she said firmly. "I hope he's alive. And that's enough."

"How is it that you're looking on the bright side now?" he asked incredulously.

She got real close to him. So close, in fact, that their noses were nearly touching. "No troll left behind," she uttered slowly and quietly, her eyes never leaving his. He found himself getting lost in her magenta pools. "That was what my father always said and that was how he saved the entire village. And it's going to be how I save Creek."

"Hey!" yelled Bridget suddenly, shining a lamp on them. "Where do you think you're going?!" The eight of them screamed in terror before scrambling off to different parts of the room. Guy Diamond even shot glitter in her face to boy them some time. "No, get back in your cage!" She tried to catch them, but the trolls proved to be much too fast for her. Still, Bridget had size on her side and if they were caught in a corner, well, it was all over then. "Chef's gonna be so mad!"

Branch had grabbed a spoon to defend himself with while Bridget had armed herself with a pan. Poppy knew she had to put an end to this madness before things got out of hand. "Bridget, STOP!" she ordered, standing on a table a few feet away. She could tell that everyone in the room was stunned by her volume. She never yelled, no matter how frustrated she got.

But it got the maid's attention and that was all she needed. "You're in love with King Gristle!" the gray troll accused.

Bridget gasped. "Uh... I don't know what you're talking about," she lied. Poppy gave her a look of disbelief before pulling back a pink curtain and revealing a collage of Gristle, which made the Bergen run over and close it. "Uh, excuse me!" She looked down at the troll nervously. "That's not mine."

"Really?" Poppy pulled back the curtain again to see a romantic picture with Bridget and Gristle's heads taped onto it.

Bridget sighed in defeat. "What does it matter? It's not like he even knows I'm alive."

This was where "Princess Poppy" came into play. This persona of hers usually only reared its head when she was dealing with people like Creek and his father. She didn't like to manipulate others, but sometimes it was necessary. "Bridget, I can help you," she promised. "What if there was a way we could both get what we want?"

The Bergen lunged at her, making her jump. "You love Gristle too?" Wait, what? She could have laughed when Bridget started with the hand motions. "You better back off, girlfriend," she hissed, trying to seem sassy and threatening. In reality, though, she was more like a cuddly bear who had no idea how to be either of those.

Poppy held in her chuckles. "No. Bridget, no." She sighed. "That troll King Gristle put in his mouth is Creek. I want to save him, but the problem is, if the king spots us, he'll eat us, right? We can't get close." She smiled, seeing that she had her attention. "But you can! You can walk right up to him and tell him how you feel!"

Bridget scoffed. "As if. I can't just walk right up to the king. His Royal Awesomeness would never talk to a scullery maid like me." Her head lowered slightly.

Shoot, she was losing her. Poppy had to come up with something quick. "What if he didn't know you were a scullery maid?" It pained her to make her think that she had to change for him, but she had to save Creek. "What if he thought you were this 'total babe.'" The words sounded foreign on her tongue. Princess Poppy was, without a doubt, fake. But again, it was necessary.

Bridget gestured to her clothes as the trolls began to gather around them. "What kind of total babe would be dressed like a scullery maid? I smell like gravy."

"What if we made you a new outfit?" suggested Satin.

"I'm thinking..." added Chenille.

"Jumpsuit!" exclaimed the twins in unison. Poppy was pleasantly surprised to see that everyone was going along with her plan.

"What's the point of a jumping suit if I still have this hair?"

"We can fix that," DJ Suki assured her, giving Poppy a nod. She had never exchanged a word with the DJ. All these trolls who had viewed her as an outcast were agreeing with her? She never thought she'd see the day.

"What's the point of a new outfit and new hair if I don't even know what a total babe would ever say?" asked Bridget.

"We can help with that too," chimed in Branch beside Poppy. She smiled. He was on board with her after all. She was afraid that their earlier disagreement would cause some strife between them, but it seemed that all had been forgiven if he was willing to help her with this plan.

Bridget seemed to perk up. "Really?"

Poppy knew she had her. "What do you say, Bridget? You get us Creek, and we'll get you a date with the king."

Bridget looked wary, but touched her Gristle posters. "...Let's do it?"

"Okay, everyone," announced Branch as they all hopped onto Bridget's head. "Hair we go!"

You...
You...
You...
You...
You...

You gotta let it show!

I'm
Coming
Out!
I'm coming!

Everyone except Poppy used their hair to make it seem like Bridget had rainbow hair. It had been one of the many liabilities of being gray. She couldn't change her hair color like everyone else, she could only extend the length of it. What she wouldn't give to have her pink locks back.

Bridget gasped excitedly as the twins got her jumpsuit ready and she put it on. The princess was actually surprised at how fast they worked. It literally took less than five minutes to make a Bergen-sized jumpsuit. How they managed that would forever be a mystery to her. They also got her a purse, belt, and heels.

A bit of Poppy's guilt was alleviated when she saw that they weren't really changing Bridget. She was already a beautiful person. They just gave her new clothes and hair to give her some confidence. Now, they were off to Bergen Town.

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It's so hard to reach at certain word line. Especially when you're so close and need to add words here and there. Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!