"Sorry, but I can't have you leaving before tomorrow's dinner," The chef said, setting the cage on a table. "A dinner to which you are all invited.
Willow hugged Branch close while Biggie cried. "What are we going to do now?" She asked. Branch said nothing as he held his sister close.
"And when I say all," The Chef continued. "I mean every Troll in Troll Village."
"You'll never find them!" Poppy asserted, standing up. "Not where they're hiding."
The chef stopped walking away. "Oh, you're right, I couldn't find them," she said turning around. "But I could with someone they know. Someone they trust." Willow furrowed her brow in confusion. What was she talking about? The chef unzipped the pouch around her waist. "Someone, like this guy." She pulled Creek out of the pouch and set him on the table.
Poppy and the Snack Pack started cheering about Creek being alive, while Branch and Willow looked at the purple Troll, suspiciously. Branch's eyes widened in realization. "He's selling us out!" He shouted launching his hair out to strangle Creek.
"Branch!" Poppy said, putting her hand on his shoulders. "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation." She made him pull his hair back. "At least give him a chance."
Creek sighed, rubbing his neck. "Thank you, Poppy." He smiled and looked at the Troll princess. "I'm selling you out." Willow raised her eyes, impressed when Creek found himself with Poppy's hair around his neck.
The Snack Pack fought to get Poppy off of Creek while Branch and Willow sat back and watched their friend try to kill the traitor.
Poppy eventually released Creek. "You better explain yourself, Creek!" She demanded.
Creek gasped for air. "As I was about to accept my fate, I had what I can only describe as a spiritual awakening." He described the deal he made with the chef to get the rest of Troll Village out of hiding in exchange for his life.
"No!" Poppy cried, devastated. "Creek, please don't do this."
"Believe me," Creek said, walking up to Poppy. "I wish there was some other me-not-getting-eaten way."
"But there isn't," Chef said, grinning and sharpening her knives.
"And now I have to live with this for the rest of my life," Creek said. "At least you get to die with a clear conscience. So, in a way, you could say, I'm doing this for you." He grabbed the cowbell out of her hair and booped her nose.
Willow snarled and leaped at the cage bars, grabbing Creek's throat with her hair. "You think this is going to save you?" She asked incredulously. She pulled him forward so she could reach him with her hands. "What makes you think the chef won't eat you the second you're not useful anymore?" She shook Creek roughly. "Wake up and smell the coffee! You are expendable to her. You're betraying your whole village and people because of a lie!"
Chef scoffed and looked at the Trolls. She removed Willow's hair from around Creek's throat and moved the Troll to her shoulder. "Not true. I am a Bergen of my word." She grinned and looked at the young glaring Troll at the front of the cage. "I think I'll save you for later," She said, leaning down. "As a treat for becoming Queen and bringing Trollstice back to the Bergens."
Branch snarled and pushed Willow behind him. "You don't touch her!" He warned. The chef looked amused at the warning and lifted the cage. She tilted it to the side, causing the Trolls inside to tumble. Opening the cage, she reached in and grabbed Willow from the pile of Trolls. She closed the cage door before they could right themselves and set the cage back. Branch scrambled to get up and grabbed Willow with his hair. "Don't worry sis! I got you!" The other Trolls began to help him pull when he started to get dragged along.
The chef rolled her eyes. "Trolls," she muttered, grabbing a pair of scissors. "Always desperate to delay the inevitable." She took the scissors and cut the piece of hair holding onto Willow, causing the rest of the Trolls to fall backward into the cage.
"Branch!" Willow cried, reaching for her brother as he fell into her friends. She grunted in pain when the chef squeezed her a little too hard.
"Don't you start," the chef warned, walking into what Willow could only guess was her room. She grabbed a glass jar and dropped Willow in it before closing it. She took a drill and put a couple of holes into the top of the jar's lid. Setting her on her dresser, the chef grinned. "Now you stay here so you don't get mixed in with the other Trolls." She stood and started walking to the door. "When I'm queen, you'll be my reward."
Willow snarled and punched at the glass jar holding her. "You try to eat me, I'm going to make sure you choke," She promised. The chef scoffed and closed the door behind her.
Willow sighed and sat down on the bottom of the jar. "Great," she muttered, hugging her knees. "Now, what am I going to do?" She took a deep breath and did the only thing she could think of now. She began to sing.
(Willow)
I guess I have to face, that
in this awful place, I
shouldn't show a trace... of doubt.
But pulled against the grain, I
feel a little pain, that
I would rather do... without.
I'd rather be free-ee-ee, free-ee-ee, free...
I'd rather be free-ee-ee, free-ee-ee, free...
Free-ee-ee, free-ee-ee, free...
from here.
Willow sighed and stood up. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she muttered. "But I'm not going to stay here." She placed her hands against the smooth surface of the jar she was being held in. "Now how to get out."
She leaned against the jar and tried to push it, when it tilted, she grinned. "Alright, I can at least push the jar to the side." She pushed the jar over so she could move it around. Willow walked the jar over to the side, looked down to see how far the bottom was, and grimaced. "This is going to hurt." Willow took a deep breath. "Here we go," she said, walking off the edge and letting the jar fall.
When she landed, the jar shattered on the floor. Willow groaned and lifted her head off the floor. "That was a bad idea," she muttered, rubbing her face. She felt her limbs. "Everything is intact at least." She stood up, only to grimace in pain. "And there's the ribs."
Willow looked up and sighed. "Better get out of here before the chef gets back." She grabbed her ribs and used her hair to get to the lights on the ceiling. "This is going to take a while," She said to herself, leaning against the wall. After a minute, she stood up and started walking. "Now to find my brother."
And here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed it! I think I've got one more chapter for this movie. I should have it out fairly soon. Thank you for reading everyone!