Here it is, another chapter. Should I change my username to GalaxyEvilGirl instead of GalaxyMegaGirl? Haha, just a thought. I have been giving the most traumatic, dramatic, and ecstatic (the three atics :O) cliffhangers lately, and I honestly feel bad. I mean, ripping your hearts out is bad enough, but stomping on them throwing them in a blender, then feeding the dark with whatever little hope you have left, stealing your souls and lives and handing them over to the dark side seems to be pushing it, just a bit. Here is an extra long chapter, just to say how much I appreciate you. I mean, over 3,500 views? Never could have imagined it! We hit only 1,000 like, two days ago? Crazy.
Samantha Peace HeartStar- Yes, I would bet that you are! Also, I have my reasons.. I know everyone probably now hates me for that but don't worry, there is a reason. Don't cry, don't waste those tears on a more than sad but less than the upcoming chapters. 3
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FandomsAreLoveFandomsAreLife- I am sorry, but here are your answers! Also, I don't see any people around. GOOD LUCK GETTING THROUGH MY TOP NOTCH SECURITY! Ahem, sorry, but here we go, call them off! *hides behind a shelf*
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BornOnTheBreakOfDawn- Neither did I, when I began, but that is the way my path led. Sorry, but the gore is to make it more thrilling, because it just amps things up! I hope it isn't too bothersome for anyone, I promise to try to not have too much more if it does.
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A song I heard after writing this on the (radio? pandora? Something like that!) reminded me of this chapter. It is called Kiss It Better. I believe but am not certain that Rihanna wrote it, because I searched it up and several artists showed up. She was the top one. Sorry!
Warning: Gore and psychotic thoughts, but don't let that stop you!
He ran from the hospital after the black-cloaked figure through the dark. Once he was in reach, he grabbed at it with his hair. Before making moves, he lugged the squirming figure back to the castle, where Suki, Biggie, and Smidge were huddled around a bed, where Creek was resting.
"Who is that?" Smidge said in her unnatural deep voice. He used his hair to pin him against the wall, and punched the face of the Troll before removing the Grim Reaper-like hood.
Former-King Peppy was under it, his eyes wild, bright, and murderous.
"You!" Suki almost punched him before Branch fought her off.
"Branch? Don't you want me to knock him out or something?" He just shook his head sadly. He slowly walked over to the bureau and grabbed a knife. He walked towards the king with a hate, anger, and murderous look, grinning like a crazy man.
Peppy didn't move. He stood his ground, not expecting Branch's strength. He easily pinned the orange Troll to the ground, and held the dagger above his chest, and felt his hand grabbed from behind.
"Branch, don't do this." Biggie put a hand on his shoulder and tried to talk his friend out of it, holding him still. The boy was shaking like crazy, and the murderous glint in his eyes still remained. He shook his head the whole time Biggie talked.
When he tried to pull from his grip, Biggie also using his hair, Peppy thinking he was safe now, Branch punched Biggie. He held his nose, looking at the Troll, which he had noticed now had become completely grey now, in shock. Blood streamed from his nose, and he tried to stop it with his hand.
He came towards Peppy again, and didn't hesitate. Right before the knife pierced through his skin, Peppy shaking like crazy but the old Troll couldn't move under his weight, then hair wrapped around the knife.
"Branch, if you do this.. wait! Why are you grey?" He made a wild grab for the knife, but instead it sliced his hand. He promised himself to kill this man if it was the last thing he'd do.
"Guys, I-I wasn't working alone." The orange Troll said. Branch began choking him with his hair.
"Branch! Would Poppy want you to do this?" He paused, unraveling his hair. The former king took this opportunity and snuck out the window, nobody noticing.
The depressed boy fell to his knees, sobbing. He held out his hand, and she handed him a pen. He was so desperate he wrote with the blue ink on his forearm, needing to communicate.
Poppy is gone.
"Oh, Branch!" Suki hugged him, and he didn't return it nor shove her away. He just stared at the wall as the others cried. His whole world had gone, and his time Poppy wasn't there to save him.
Maybe I should be gone too. I mean, why not? You guys will then be safe.
"No! Branch, don't even let that thought enter your mind! Poppy isn't really gone, she will always be here." He took out a picture of her as Biggie hugged him.
Creek then spoke in Branch's voice.
"Branch, do you know why I have your voice?" He shook his head, then slowly began to nod. It was a crazy idea, but an idea nonetheless.
Dr. Plum's. Now.
They all ran down through the moonlight, Branch not even caring that Peppy had gotten away. If this worked, the Queen might live to see another day.
"Branch, I am-" He cut her off.
Can you repair my vocal cords? Any way? Even hot glue or something, anything, please? Do something?
He wrote this on the wall, his arm completely covered. She frowned at first, but then nodded.
"First, you owe me a paint job. But yes, I can try some things. Only if you don't mind the one side effect that amy occur- death." He nodded, not caring at this point.
"Okay then, let's go." He nodded, bracing himself for death.
He was in a long stone corridor, and heard the faint sound of crying in the distance. A thick fog blurred his vision within two feet of him. He ran forwards, tripping over stones and his own two feet. As he got closer, he recognised the sobs. It was Poppy.
As he ran forward, he saw Poppy start to come into focus. He called her name, which he was surprised when his voice actually rang out. She turned.
"Branch!" She ran forwards, and he swung her around, kissing her.
She tugged on his arm, and he heard faint music playing. She opened a golden door, and the music became louder. It was playing Total Eclipse of the Heart.
"Grandma?" He asked, seeing a man, with green hair and yellow skin dancing with his grandmother, who turned around and gasped.
"Branch!" She hugged him. "Did you fulfill your promise? Did you build the bunker so you and Poppy-"
"Yes, I did." Even though he and Poppy were married, she didn't know how long he loved her.
"Where am I?" He asked, looking around. He saw a Troll with deep purple skin and light yellow skin talking to a shimmering Troll form. "I mean, am I dead? How am I not?"
"Branch, you are between life and death. You can choose. Right now, do you want to die, or do you want to live?"
The decision should have been easy. He could have been with his wife and his grandma, forever. But before he could tell them dead, he saw a vision. A small troll, without colours (completely white) was not born. More shimmered around, and he realised. It was saying that these were his children, that would never be born if he decided death.
"Branch, sweetie, the decision is yours. But just know, we will still be here, after you live a life, have these children." Poppy smiled sadly.
"But, Poppy-"
"Branch, I love you and I always will."
"Poppy, can I tell you something? I need to avenge you. I cannot be here now, I need to kill that murderer." He turned to his grandmother. "The Bergan responsible for your death is dead. She was eaten by some big monster." He turned back to Poppy. "But Peppy-"
"What?! What about my dad?" Her eyes shimmered, she knew what he was gonna say.
"He is the murderer. You need avenged. I won't ask you to wait for me-" She kissed him.
"I will wait for you if you wait for me." She whispered, and he nodded. "Love you, Branch. Now, go wake up. But, promise me."
"Anything."
"Please, don't solve problems by killing them. Okay? Throw him in prison. But killing him makes him as bad as him." He nodded, and hugged both his grandmother and Poppy, and refused to let go. He felt himself disolve.
"Love you too." He told both of them, and everything went black.
"I think he is dead."
"His heart is barely beating. He won't make it."
"Why is there so much blood?"
He opened his eyes, and sat up. Everyone screamed.
"It's aliveeee!" Creek joked, like Frankenstein. Branch rolled his eyes.
"Branch, you're blue again." He nodded meekly.
"Talk, talk, talk!" They chanted, and he opened his mouth to talk. But before, he swung his legs over his bed, and wasn't surprised to see Poppy's corpse on the bed next to him. He ripped the IV from his hand, despite everyone's protests.
"I love you, Poppy." He whispered in a voice that was not his. It was Poppy's.
He gently pushed his mouth against hers. He wouldn't tear away. He refused to pull away from the dead love of his life, no matter how much begging they did.
Blue and pink erupted from the couple, surrounding them. Both of them lifted up into the sky, the roof temporarily disappearing.
They all watched in awe at what they were witnessing. They were slowly lowered, Poppy landing on top of all the blankets.
The blue and pink mists down, entering Poppy's slightly agape mouth. She gasped and sat up, as Branch went limp. He slumped down, and as Poppy's wound closed, it opened on Branch's back.
"Branch!" Poppy yelled.
He slowly bled out, no one helped her. This was because they all slowly had been dragged away by the two shadows, and no one could scream due to a gag. They had been mesmerised by Branch's doings to his wife.
She applied the pressure to the wound the best she could but had no idea how to do it. Eventually, she could control the bleeding, but he was unconscious.
"Branch, I hope I have been able to save you. Just know this, I tried my best." She kissed his cheek, his cold cheek.
She kept one hand on the wound and ran her other hand through his royal mane.
"My king.." She whispered.
She cried over him, wishing her father wasn't such a horrible one. Sure, he had always been kind and a good king, but now he was just a terrible father, for murdering her.
She couldn't believe he gave his life for her. She kissed his cheek again, and kept whispering to him.
He groaned and his eyes slightly opened. She didn't realise that he had made noise.
"Branch! Oh, my beautiful husband, I love you so much!"
"P-Poppy?" He asked, but his voice was Creek's voice, and that made him angry.
"Branch, you can talk! Yay! The surgery worked!" She kissed him, and he kissed back, sitting up to kiss better. He grabbed her face to deepen the kiss.
"Poppy, where is everyone?" He asked as they pulled away.
"Follow me!"
They came to the castle, and Poppy led him down the basement stairs and immediately he smelt smoke.
They came into the room, and saw all their friends, tied up and hanging upside down over boiling pots.
"Cooper? Fuzzbert?" He glanced helplessly at two dangling ropes that had been cut. He got no response, half from the shock of having Creek's voice and half from being scarred for life.
Peppy came in so they hid, but when he cut the ropes of Satin and Chenille, he screamed. He wrapped his hair around them and brought them towards him, pushing Poppy into another hiding space since Peppy thought her dead. He pushed Satin and Chenille to blend in with crates and came out, growling.
"Ah, my boy! You seem to have lost a lot of blood." He pointed to his vest, which was a soggy red, and blood trailed behind him everywhere. He felt like passing out at moments notice. "Did you mean to save our dinner?" He grinned a manic grin, then held up a container filled with meat chunks. Don't think where that came from. He felt like vomiting. He actually did, and he hacked up nothing but more blood, as his vision blurred. "Come on, eat some." He held it out at him.
He hit it away, and tried to kick at Peppy but missed from lack of vision. Peppy jumped over him and attempted to stab his neck, but he was still fast. He used his hair to choke Peppy until he finally formed a hair cage instead.
The girls pushed the cauldrons away and helped everyone else down, Smidge and Biggie both unconscious from being upside down the longest.
Then came a new problem: a woman with deep pink hair and green skin came out, and swung a baton. Someone knocked it from her hands with their hair, but Branch was swaying so much he couldn't tell who it was. All the colours of the room blurred together as he tried to control his hair, and then he passed out.
Poppy raced down after him, knowing he had lost a ton of blood. She tore off the edge of her skirt and pushed it against his back, whipping the girl in the back, and she fell. People cheered, but she pushed their noise away. Her only focus was Branch, breathing heavily. Luckily, he came around slightly.
"Branch?" she asked, knowing she was going to hear Creek's voice again. She braced herself, but he tried to speak. He couldn't. He was moving his mouth, but no words came out.
"Hey, Mate, thanks for saving us!" Creek said, in his normal voice, unaware he had inherited Poppy's injuries and smacked his back in a brotherly way, and Branch fainted from the pain. "Huh?"
"He got my injuries. He's hurt. He's lost so much blood." She gestured around the basement, where blood was everywhere. Their eyes widened.
"Wait, where are Cooper and Fuzzbert?" Poppy asked, already knowing the answer. They held their heads down in respect. Tears streamed down her face at the death of two of her friends. She would've charged at her father but remembered her words to Branch. You don't wanna be as bad as him, do you?
She shook Branch lightly, but he didn't come to, so she took fabric from Chenille's hair and held it to his wound. She held him bridal style, which she knew she could do since she caught him that way back when they were Bridget's hair.
"I know where to go!" Poppy said at once, running as fast as she could with her husband in her arms.
"Shh, Branch, it's okay, you're alright." She kissed his forehead, not sure if she was reassuring herself or her other half more.
"Poppy? I love you." He whispered as he came to again, looking down at her red dress. The hospital dress had been white but had so much blood even she thought it came as red. But it hadn't.
"Branch, we are almost there!" She said as she kicked at the giant door. They were outside of the Bergan castle, and Gristle answered.
"What's the matter?" He asked urgently. He picked them all up on his hands, feeling Branch's blood immediately. "What's the matter with Branch?"
"It's a long story." Poppy whispered, trying to not cry again now that Branch was awake,
"After we fix him up, we've got time." Bridget came in, saying gently and taking Branch in her hand. She carried him and Poppy from the room, into her and Gristle's room.
She dabbed at the wound. Branch winced at first, but with the alcohol, he screamed (without sound). She took his hand, and he squeezed it with every dab. He bit his tongue to not scream again. She stitched it up with Poppy's help (a Troll-sized needle) and cleaned up the blood. She grabbed the pack Branch had accidentally left a month before, when they went on the adventure (she found it out by the tunnels) and after the bleeding stopped and she cleaned him up, she helped him change the clothes Bridget gave her.
"Love you, Branch." She whispered and kissed his cheek. "Thanks Bridget." She hugged her finger, and they both wobbled up on her hand, Branch collapsing and blushing a deep blue when he fell into Poppy's arms.
After they got back to the drawing room, they explained everything from that point on. They nodded and gasped at the right times.
"We should get going." Branch almost fell asleep against her shoulder, because he hadn't slept (because being passed out doesn't count) in over 24 hours, and he had died and came back, brought her back to life, and had a lot more blood loss that her. She had no idea how he was alive but was glad he was.
They finally got back to the castle, and she unwinded herself from Branch and helped him get in pyjamas and they laid down once she was in pjs too.
"Love you Branch." She kissed him passionately, and he came back as much as he could, but pulled away and coughed-again without sound.
He tapped her heart, saying he loved her without a voice. She realised how hard this might be but maybe, maybe they would be able to get his voice back, for real this time.
He kissed her gently, but she fell asleep before he could pull away. He set his forehead against hers, and fell asleep, unaware that the shadows were out of the window, Peppy with a large bruise on his forehead from the hair whip from his amazing friend, Guy Diamond, the walking disco ball.
He fell asleep, to the silent sound of Poppy's breath, as the smaller shadow was calling out to the woman.
"Mummy, are they our friends?"
"Marcy, shut your kid up."
"Hey, he's your kid too."
"Whatever. No, they are bad, bad people who deserve to die. You wanna be Prince, don't you?" The boy nodded eagerly.
"Okay, honey, can you go in through this window up there? We can't fit, but you can. Tie them up and unlock the door, or else." Her face darkened as she held up a fist, her jaw clenched. The boy nodded fearfully and climbed through the small window after shattering it.
Branch heard the noise and sat up, shaking Poppy awake for screaming backup. They eyed the bathroom door quickly, hearing footsteps. As it creaked open, light streamed from the room, and they saw a boy with green skin and baby blue hair standing there, smiling, holding up a rope.
"Can you guys help me, please? My mummy is being mean." They looked to each other and nodded. "Thanks. Come on, follow me. Use your hair and tie up my mummy and daddy, please."
"Okay, sweetie, what is your name?" Poppy asked, taking his face in hers gently. He couldn't have been more than four years old and his eyes were filled with fear.
"AJ." He said, his voice barely audible. As they walked down the stairs, the intensity of his horror grew. When they were right at the door, Branch had to cover his mouth to stop him from screaming. The boy walked forwards and opened the door.
Poppy and Branch hid as the two snuck in, clearly ready for a heist. They had black ski-masks on, and all black clothes, with five huge burlap sacks each and a huge dagger.
Poppy and Branch wrapped them up with their hair in sync, and AJ crossed his arms and smirked at the two, tapping his foot and bringing their masks off.
"Dad?" Poppy gasped. She had tried to have chosen to believe that there was a slight chance that the man wasn't her dad, but now there was no doubt about it. His white-streaked hair had been hastily stuffed in the mask, so now he had bad bed hair, and he grinned innocently.
"Poppy! Help me, your husband is trying to kill me, let us go my dearest." He struggled, trying to get his arms out. He gasped as the knife stabbed into his leg from the struggling.
Poppy didn't mean to, but her hair unraveled from the lady troll. She tried to rewrap her hair around her but not before throwing the dagger, hitting Branch in the knee, He stayed strong, ripping the dagger out and applying pressure immediately. He kept his blue hair, blood slowly seeping through it from Peppy's injury, wrapped tightly around the orange troll. He had obviously passed out in his hair but Branch took no chances.
She finally got around her again, and the boy was already trapping her in rope. They both then moved over to Branch, who was on his behind and his face was put into concentration to keep his hair around the troll.
"Branch," Poppy whispered. "Let go." He let out air in relief, and she turned her attention to his injury. She helped him wrap it with the bottom of her nightdress (she was tearing up a lot of clothing lately for him) and the boy tapped her shoulder, AJ seemingly proud of what they had accomplished. He grinned at Branch, who gave a pained smile back and held his kneecap.
"AJ, you wanna stay here for tonight?" Poppy asked, picking Branch up bridal style again. He gave her a look at this, like, seriously, I should be carrying you like this but she rolled her eyes at her husband as AJ nodded eagerly.
She dialed the policeman, who was obviously asleep. Trolls didn't get into trouble too often, so they didn't really see a point to even having a police station.
"Come to the castle, there's some trash to be pick up." She emphasised, and she led AJ up to a guest room.
"Yay!" He bounced on the bed, smiling. She laughed and closed the door.
"Goodnight AJ!"
"Goodnight, queen." He called back, still bouncing before she walked down the hallway, and went into their bedroom. Branch kissed her nose, aiming for the lips but she had been setting him down on the bed.
"I'll be back, Branch." He blew a kiss, which she 'caught' and put in her pocket, smiling.
She went downstairs, where police trolls were swarmed around the two.
"These two broke in and attacked us. The king is upstairs with a very hurt leg because of them, and we had to tie them up or else they would have killed us." She said, the lady troll growling and trying to lunge at Poppy. "See?"
They took them, and bowed to the queen. "Say no more."
"Thanks so much. Goodnight, officers."
"Goodnight, Queen Poppy."
She went back upstairs, and checked on AJ. He was asleep, sinking into the comforter, barely visible at this point. She giggled silently, tucking him in the right way, careful not to wake him. She closed the door, turning out the light, and went back to her room. She saw Branch was still awake, now with a notebook in hand.
Found these stashed under the bed, lol. Couldn't go to sleep without a goodnight kiss, now could I?
Poppy giggled and pulled him closer, but as Branch tried to capture her lips, she pulled away, just out of reach, and kept doing it until he gave up.
What is it, Poppy?
"I love you Branch." He didn't expect her to kiss him that quick and a slight moan came from his, urging Poppy to deepen the kiss. She felt Branch mouth against hers that he loved her too, and she smiled against his lips.
AJ tiptoed over to the room he had guessed was Poppy and Branch's, and knocked quietly. He heard someone walk towards the door, and Poppy opened the door, her hair dishevelled and her violet eyes were half open, obviously she had just been woken up.
"What is the matter, AJ?" She asked.
"I had a nightmare." He responded, shaking a little. Poppy picked him up and set him down next to Branch, who smiled and hugged him gently, rubbing his back. He knew Branch couldn't speak, but didn't know why. He hugged him back, for once in his life in a loving, almost-fatherly embrace. Poppy crawled back in the bed soon after turning out the light, joining to hug. He leaned his head against Poppy's shoulder, not wanting to let go. He loved this hug, almost like a family. He had never had a touching moment in his life like this, not once, and he wished time could pause like this forever, he didn't want it to end.
Eventually it did. He snuggled up in the comforter, feeling Poppy and Branch on either side of him. He cuddled against Branch's side, feeling a protective arm pulled around him. He felt Poppy's cheek against the top of his head, pulling herself against both AJ and Branch.
He fell asleep in their embrace, a smile on his lips, one he hadn't had for a long time.
He ran through the woods, panting and holding his sides. He tripped over a root, feeling his ankle roll beneath him, collapsing into a bush. He maneuvered himself behind it, watching his stepdad run by, forcing his sobs back. He couldn't risk another hit to the head, as he rubbed his arm, where a bruise was forming. He must have gotten drunk again, or maybe he was just angry. He thought he had hidden the nectar from him. He always got himself drunk with that healing medicine, unless if he had alcohol. He didn't care, but just didn't want more pain inflicted upon him.
He crawled away, feeling his hand hit a foot. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for another beating. But instead, he felt warm hands picking him up. Someone clicked their tongue and grabbed his hurt foot, and he jerked it from their grip. They felt surprised, but held onto him.
He opened his eyes, and instead of seeing his abusive stepfather or neglective mother, he saw two pairs of warm, comforting eyes.
"Don't worry, we will get you out of here." The pink one, Poppy, said gently, as Branch handed him off to her caring arms. "We will help you out, and let's get you cleaned up." She whispered soothingly, carrying him from the woods into the castle.
"Thank you, for getting me away from there." He said to the king and queen.
"Anytime, sport. Anytime at all." Branch said, and they began to disintegrate.
"No! Don't go! Don't go!"
"We aren't going. We're right here." Poppy said as he opened his eyes.
He was being shaken by Branch, sunlight streaming through the window. His face was worried as he handed AJ a notebook.
You okay? You kept saying don't go over and over. I think it was another nightmare?
He nodded, surprised with how honest he was all of a sudden. Branch pulled him over onto his lap, holding him close.
"Where's Poppy?" He blinked. He pointed towards the door.
Branch shakily stood up, using the wall to keep him up. AJ couldn't help but notice how much blood was on the silk that Poppy had wrapped around his knee. His knees buckled a few times, as he led him down to the kitchen.
"Branch!" Poppy yelled when he fell down the stairs. "I told you to wait for me!" He weakly smiled, and AJ began laughing. "Oh, good morning AJ! Breakfast is ready. Do you like French Toast?'
As Poppy picked Branch up, much to Branch's silent protests, causing AJ to laugh more, he eagerly nodded, smiling.
They all sat down at the table, and Poppy began asking him questions.
"Who are your parents?"
"Well, my mum is Marcy, that green troll. Then Peppy was my stepfather. But neither of them were actually good parents. They actually win grammys for being the worst parents in the century!" He held up his glass, as if giving an award.
Branch chuckled, and wrote down a question after he told her how he had no where to go, his mother had married Peppy two years before, in secret, and his favourite colour was yellow.
Do you know who your father is?
AJ's face turned dark as he shook his head sadly. He had always wanted to know his father, of course, but the last time she asked his mum, she had nearly killed him from the anger. He said none of this, of course, but Branch snapped him back to reality. He gave him a sympathic look, almost.. understanding? No, how could he understand the hell his life was?
He wrapped his arms around Branch's neck suddenly, hugging him tightly. He realised, maybe that was the reason he was grey. He always had the hope of meeting his father, being rescued, but maybe Branch had never been able to hope.
Branch feebly hugged back, a bit surprised, but then responded with hugging him back tightly. Poppy came and joined in the hug, making it perfect, unaware of someone outside the window, snapping a picture of this perfect family-like moment.
Branch wrote something down on the notebook, not letting AJ see it. Poppy wrote down something else. This went on a few minutes, before Poppy cleared her throat.
"AJ," she sat him down in a chair, speaking to him gently, kindly. "How would you feel about living here, with Branch and I? I mean, only if you want to. If you want to have a mum and dad, real ones, who will love you, who won't hurt you. Of course, it is all your choice, but-"
"That sounds great, Poppy!" he exclaimed, smiling. He could imagine it all: taking walks through the parks, going swimming in the summertime, jumping through the piles of leaves in autumn. Maybe, just maybe, his life could become perfect. "Thank you so much!"
He grabbed both of them into another hug, and Poppy was grinning ear to ear.
"AJ, let's go make it official!" She said. Branch looked down, knowing he couldn't walk. She ran down the basement, which the police had cleared up all the evil from down there, and went through her storage, knowing her old crutches from just a week ago, which seemed way longer than that, and found the sturdy pair of crutches Branch had crerated with his own two hands, and helped him up into them. He tried, but didn't have enough upper back strength from the back injury.
"I am going to go to the doctor's and ask for a wheelchair, Branch, hang on." Branch groaned, letting his face fall into his hands. He hated having to be confined in anything, and not being able to walk was just the worst.
AJ began talking to him about whatever, maybe the latest baseball game or something, as Poppy skipped out from the castle and found the hospital.
"Hi, Dr. Plum!" She cheered.
"Queen Poppy, you seem quite.. peppy. What are you up to?" Dr. Plum set down her clipboard to talk to the queen.
"Nothing much, I was just wondering if you had a spare wheelchair for Branch?" She asked. When she tilted her head in confusion, she explained what had happened when she went to work with another patient.
"Oh, I see. Yes, go on ahead. I surely do hope King Branch feels better much soon!" The violet troll bowed the queen out of the pod, smiling as she wheeled the empty chair away.
She came into the castle, seeing Branch furiously writing down in the notebook, and it was clear they were deep in conversation. His ear perked up towards her, and he stopped writing mid-word.
"Oh, don't stop because of me!" Poppy exclaimed, smiling at their bonding. She loved the fact they were already so close, leaning against the counter, accidentally knocking over a pyramid of drying cups that she had put up, and they all crashed the floor, all shattering but one. Branch covered AJ's ears as she jumped up onto the counter, swearing.
Her face deepened in colour as she apologised, half for the slip of her mouth, and half for all the broken shards, which AJ helped her clear up.
"Don't worry, Poppy. It happens to everybody sometimes." AJ told her, smiling.
"Let's go." They helped Branch into the wheelchair, as he took his notebook on his lap. Poppy insisted on pushing him, even though he could easily push himself. People stared at Branch as he hid his face. She went around the town three times, AJ's feet growing tired and Poppy's as well. He sat on Branch's lap when Poppy finally agreed to follow Branch's directions.
"Wait.. how did you know it was here?" Poppy asked accusingly.
Duh! When my Grandma died, I had to come here, for custody reasons before Peppy said I could live on my own, and the old troll village was an exact replica of here, so yeah.
He grinned at her, and she laughed, remembering something.
"Wait, when your grandma was saying something about you and me..?" She asked, a sly grin on her face. AJ began laughing at the two of them.
His face became darker blue and he wrote.
Later.
"Haha, okay, you're afraid in front of me." AJ laughed and Branch rolled his eyes.
No, he only showed AJ, Poppy trying to look. I need to come up with a good excuse.
They shared a look and burst out laughing as Poppy rolled her eyes and wheeled them in, thinking boys.
There we go, another wonderful chapter! I decided to spare your heart, give it some time to heal before being crushed down again. One of these days I am expecting some medical bills for broken hearts, but I won't pay them.. I warn you now before it's too late for me.. Also.. AHH! The pitchfork and torch crew are here! Got to go before they burn down my house and my mum grounds me. LOL Hope you enjoyed this very, extremely hard gift to give of no cliffhanger. Hope all the chapters can be more this length. XD
~GalaxyMegaGirl
Ps Feel free to PM me! I will respond to every one! 3
Pss This fanfic was over 6,000 words. Great, huh? ^.^
Psss About the gore, now that you have the ending, I hope to keep that to a minimal. NOW I GOTS TO RUUUUNNNN!