AN: Mastery is a lie. Improvements and frustrations are forever.

Chapter 11 - The (Open) Paths

A couple of hours passed and the land they travelled on was gradually shifting. Taking the closest route to Mount Rageous, everybody saw more fog around them than usual. But it wasn't just fog. To their surprise, clouds seemed to be forming all around them. Before long, Rhonda was literally jumping over clouds without falling through them.

The path towards the imagined neon-lit Mount Rageous brought wonder to the outside. With the sky becoming a light pinkish-orange, the soft, white clouds below appeared…easygoing to stare at. It would make one feel calm. Well, calm as you could be when looking on the bright side while flying in a plane.

But nobody was calm enough to look on the bright side.

After calming down from the revelations of the Putt Putt Trolls, John Dory declared that it was time for them to practice. To hit the Perfect Family Harmony, they would need the nostalgia. AKA, the original outfits and looks.

Meanwhile, Barb, Trollex and Guy Diamond, comfortable in their bean bags, were the required judges to 'determine' whether the performance would be good enough.

Emphasis on 'determine' since they were given a quick montage of the gang wearing their old boy band clothes. This included Poppy, who offered to fill in Floyd, but she looked like the only one who could fit into the puffy jacket.

Branch was shivering the entire time in the old diaper.

Bruce had trouble putting on his teenage-sized puffer vest.

Clay's messy, green hair didn't fit with his yellow puffer vest.

Even John Dory looked different, clearly outgrown from his outfit.

Poppy was starting to squeal upon seeing the old BroZone reappearing. Guy Diamond was also awed by the fan service. As for Barb and Trollex…

"Good lord, are they OK?" the young royals muttered.

The simple puffer jackets and white pants weren't an eyesore. It was just that they looked like they belonged to a different group. John Dory's confidence couldn't match the awkward, unfitting clothes he wanted to wear as an adult.

"Maybe the Latin Trolls could wear those puffer jackets better," thought Barb, resting her chin against the squishy bean bag she leaned against.

However, appearance didn't stop the band from performing. One that was meant to be 'Perfect', the song they did for their last ever performance. All around them, the lights were set and the eyes were on the performers. Using as much space as possible in the small room, the reunited group danced and sang their hearts out.

With a passion for each other, passion for Floyd and passion for just being together. And for the moment, it looked like there was no problem with being something in the past.

Barb and Trollex had no idea what BroZone was like twenty years ago, but they were doing spectacularly. They moved swiftly and rapidly, harmonizing at the right time and notes. They were faithful to the song with all grins and sparkles in their eyes. The adrenaline was rising high from watching them work. If this were a party, then everybody would join in.

Trollex grinned and couldn't help clapping along. He could change nothing from this since the performance slapped so hard.

"The song's even good," commented Trollex. "Reminds me of the Dragon Trolls."

Barb had a neutral look, trying to assess the practice performance. Something seemed uneasy.

Only at the start was Branch uncomfortable with the diaper. But it didn't last long whenever he danced next to Poppy. The Pop Queen always had the same admiring look whenever they saw each other, trusting each other when needing to hold onto each other to make certain moves. They carried stronger chemistry that the other brothers couldn't outmatch.

Clay and Bruce were enjoying the moment, too. The former seemed to have trouble keeping up with the footwork, though the latter always came close to help him around. There was no denying of Bruce's smile, no denying for him nudging Clay. And when the green-haired Troll turned to him, Bruce gave him a bright smile. Thus, Clay continued to dance without worrying, closing his eyes in bliss.

However, John Dory wasn't satisfied. A few moves he missed and he grimaced in disgust. Whenever he jumped in the wrong direction, his smile dropped until he went in the same direction as the others. Whenever he went out of beat, his eyes widened more than usual. And when he wasn't self-conscious about his moves, John kept observing his brothers with glassy eyes. It seemed like he wasn't enjoying this.

John was tense. It was written all over his body.

He was even slower than the others.

Barb blinked. She must have picked up this evaluation trait from Trollex.

It wasn't the case for the others, especially for Guy Diamond. As a BroZone fan, he was clapping away, hollering in praise. Even if things were different, they were still the same people he heard, admired and met. It helped that he knew the actual Branch and it was nice seeing him having a great time.

Unfortunately, that didn't last long by the end.

Evidently, all smiles were gone when John Dory spoke up.

"Stop! Stop! Something's wrong. Let's do it again from the top."

It took a minute to dawn on Branch, Bruce and Clay that this wouldn't be pleasant.

Bruce lowered his arms slowly, nearly stuck in the victorious pose he was in. "Wait, what?"

Meanwhile, Poppy simply tilted her head in curiosity. "I thought that we were doing a good job."

John Dory turned to their audience. "Are we?"

Barb, Trollex and Guy Diamond took a moment to glance at each other. The two boys slowly got onto what Barb was starting to see.

For Trollex…it seemed to be the start of his 'perfect' obsession.

For Guy Diamond, he might need to be careful with his words as a fan.

When the trio looked back, Trollex raised his hand.

"Well, it's not THAT bad-" he started.

"And this is the response we shouldn't have!" responded John Dory immediately. "And it means we're not giving it our all."

Trollex shrunk, feeling foolish.

Barb couldn't help darting her eyes at Poppy before looking away. The Pop Queen looked more confused than annoyed, like Branch, Bruce and Clay.

"Spruce, smolder in your eyes," instructed John Dory.

Bruce blinked, taking a step back. "You gotta be kidding me."

"Clay, you're being too stiff. We need some sillier robot."

Clay responded by crossing his arms.

Suddenly, John Dory snatched his arms.

"Sillier! Robot!"

The eldest brother forced Clay to adjust his arms in more fixed, bent positions that would make him look like a robot. However, it didn't seem pleasant. Not with Clay biting his lip in pain before it simmered into a glare. John Dory dismissed the glare, too focused on the silly robot pose he got his brother to be in.

"There," said John with a stupid smile. "It should help to make you more appealing than boring."

Clay's eye twitched. It went unnoticed when John Dory turned to Poppy.

"Poppy, act more shy than usual."

"What?" said Poppy, scratching the back of her head. "But isn't this good-?"

"Bitty B, smaller diaper."

"If this diaper was any smaller, I could taste it," said Branch through gritted teeth.

"That's why I don't wear one of those!" remarked Tiny Diamond from the driver's seat. "It's a hard fit to pull off."

Guy Diamond grinned sheepishly. "The diaper doesn't seem necessary. Can you take it off?"

Branch sighed in relief. "Thanks a lot, Guy."

John Dory was about to protest, but Branch already took Guy's criticism to heart. He immediately ripped the diapers over his head and returned to his usual wear. The quick transition startled John, but it told him that Branch would no longer walk with the diaper and glasses.

Both Barb and Trollex gave affirmative nods.

A vein popped over John's forehead and he forced a smile.

"Fine, fine, go ahead, Bitty B," said John quietly. "But if it doesn't work, then taking the diaper off is not helpful at all."

Guy Diamond raised an eyebrow. OK, this was becoming more concerning.

Fortunately, Barb, Trollex, Guy Diamond or Poppy didn't need to inquire further when Clay stepped forward. His hair was twisting around again, this time slowly. His smile was forced, but it was mocking and clearly fake. And when John Dory saw him, Clay's livid eyes suddenly brightened.

"Oh, super helpful, John. Thanks. Now I have a creative note for you."

Rhonda's entire interior shook when Clay suddenly raised his voice.

"STOP BEING BOSSY!"

John dropped his smile. "What? I'm not being bossy. I'm helping us be better."

"No, dude," hissed Clay. "You're forcing us to be perfect, just like you always have, so we can hit the 'perfect family harmony'."

John scoffed, seemingly offended. "Yeah! For Floyd!"

Clay could see right through John Dory that it didn't seem so. One look at his face and it reminded Clay too much of the hard nights having to put up with John's petty nitpicking and fussing around. Words echoed in Clay's head of needing to be sillier, John's constant 'suggestions' to not act older.

"Is it?" Clay spat darkly.

Branch froze, his expression seemingly appearing 'normal'. But he wasn't smiling.

"Um, guys," said Poppy with a thin smile. "This might not be helpful right now."

Eventually, Bruce was next to drop his tolerance. "This isn't gonna work if you keep on being the same old John Dory."

"But it always worked!" insisted John Dory. "I mean, if it weren't for me, then we wouldn't have made it this far! You wouldn't have to look like these, I don't know, sorry states of yourselves? I mean, it's not who we were."

Bruce's fists tightened. Clay's hair frizzled out in frazzled lines.

"It feels like the opposite," stated Clay.

"Well, that's in your head, Clay," said John, his ears burning.

"Is it?" questioned Bruce, his voice dripping in newborn venom. "Or is it because you'll have an excuse to order people what to do again?"

All eyes were back on John Dory. He seemed different. No longer was the carefree, ignorant John Dory present. As he no longer bothered the smile, his clenched teeth incited a wildfire ready to burst out from his mouth. The glassy look disappeared from his eyes, now clearer and true. He looked like he was ready to unleash a hailstorm onto the gang.

Barb narrowed her eyes, trying to look further into John Dory's soul. The Rock Queen knew whenever someone was THIS close to losing it.

Trollex eyed Branch in concern. The poor Branch was growing uncomfortable, shaking his hands. His body was noticeably tense and tight, shaking as if unable to hold his fear in for long. His reaction was nearly too quick.

Poppy noticed, too, sweating. "Um, how about we take five, guys?"

"Hold on, Floyd," growled John Dory. "I don't exactly like ordering people around, but that's what leaders do! Besides, I know everything that works for BroZone! Nothing can change that!"

The more Poppy watched, the closer she got to the shivering Branch. And she couldn't see why not. As she meekly put some good distance between her and the frustrated brothers, she was starting to understand how BroZone exactly fell apart in the past.

"Yeah?" remarked Clay, getting into John's face. "Well, we already changed! Bruce settled down, Floyd's a solo artist and me and Branch are practically leaders! There! We've already outgrown YOUR idea of us!"

Barb found herself ready to stand up. "Dude, take a breather. You're not think-"

"I agree!" added Bruce, pointing a finger at John Dory. "Why not just respect who we are now and use that for Floyd?!"

John narrowed his eyes. "Change doesn't work. It never does. I know that because I'm the oldest!"

Bruce crossed his arms, disappointed. "You just love bossing us around. Admit it!"

"Well, why do you think I moved to the middle of nowhere?!" shouted John, baring his teeth. "So I didn't have to be in charge of anyone! Four little brothers is a lot of responsibility!"

Guy Diamond winced. "That's uncalled for, man."

Bruce's lips trembled. "Yeah. W-Why do you think I left? So that I can find SOMEONE who's not as uptight and controlling as YOU! Someone I could work properly with as a team!"

John's expression turned ugly from his repressed envy, frustration and despair of losing everything. For a moment, he didn't look like a Pop Troll. His teeth seemed sharp.

Seeing this was enough for Branch to nearly buckle over on his knees. As his body drooped downwards, he looked smaller than the uptight John.

Barb clenched her bean bag, prepared to interfere.

Trollex hovered upwards, his instincts alerting him to step in.

Even Poppy shuffled her foot forward, but she was ultimately at a loss as the argument escalated.

"You know what, Spruce?!" exclaimed John, slapping Bruce across the chest.

"It's Bruce!" shouted Clay.

"Thank you, Clay," muttered Bruce offhandedly. "At least someone remembers."

Close to collapsing, Branch tried using his voice. "Guys?"

"You want to work properly as a team?!" roared John Dory. "Find someone who will obviously understand you through and through! Not some kind of…" He gritted his teeth, seething in jealousy. "…puppet or some deranged princess!"

Poppy gasped, petrified. "John!"

Clay just rolled his eyes. "Is that so or is it because you find us more easy to control?"

John Dory stomped his foot in an angry yell. Everybody flinched. The leader of BroZone looked like he was ready for war. If he wore his casual clothes, no doubt some would find him more intimidating than friendly. He already proved to be a tough adventurer and his blade could be used as a murder weapon tonight.

"You sound just like everyone else!" he screeched, ready to pounce on Clay.

The sight was too much for Branch and he took a step backwards, close to running away. He SHOULD get away from this as soon as possible. He should know whenever his brothers were close to tearing each other apart. But just as he could think of running away, he felt Poppy's hand holding his shoulder…

"...let them know that you're also here for them."

Branch wasn't thinking straight, but the things his friends would do in a situation like this led him to run forward and separate the three brothers away from each other before they could beat each other.

"Stop! Look at me!" he pleaded. "Look. At. Me."

The room went silent. His terrified eyes and his heaving chest should have been enough to snap everyone back to their senses. To the brothers, it was the younger Branch staring directly back at them, still and uncertain with their decisions…

"We can't forget about Floyd," reminded Branch softly.

He waited and hoped that him being in the middle would get them to reconsider. Alas, old habits died hard and the brothers remained scowling.

"Look, Branch is right," John grumbled. "We're here for Floyd. Let's just get this done and go our separate ways."

Still seething from John's words, Spruce crossed his arms and turned away. "Fine."

Clay narrowed his eyes, hating every second of this moment. "Not like I have anybody else out here to look after…"

A part of Branch died, but he forced himself to suck up the grief.

"What?" he spat out, trying to keep his voice evenly-toned.

Clay's hair was still a catastrophic mess, disassociated with his surroundings. He was only glaring at the empty space, not paying attention to Branch's crumbling front.

"Sorry, Branch," he said, crossing his arms. "Going by John's logic, I'm better being with the Putt Putt Trolls."

Guy Diamond put a hand over his mouth. After getting to know the brothers better, he was surprised they were quick to…give up like that. He thought, too, that they were willing to get back together after being separated for so long.

"You're just giving up on BroZone?" he asked.

John Dory rolled his eyes. "The mission's the mission." Without waiting for a response, he chuckled sardonically. "What? You thought we'd all live together once this is over? Singing songs and roasting marshmallows?! Huh?!"

Another piece cracked and Branch had to muster his strength to keep himself standing. With an 'emotionless' look, he observed the scene. Poppy, Barb, Trollex and Guy Diamond were as distressed as he was.

In front of him, his three older brothers didn't seem to notice or care. John Dory was clenching his teeth again like an animal. Clay kept glaring at John's back, his hair unable to stay still. Bruce still kept his back away from the rest of the group.

"Remember what Prince D told you…" thought Branch in his head.

Then, he asked the simple questions. "Then…what am I supposed to do? After all of this?"

Bruce gasped as if snapping back to reality, concerned.

"Just let you go?"

Deep down, Bruce really wanted to do this for Branch. To get their family back together.

However…it no longer looked possible.

The distance between Branch and Bruce became stronger…and it was comfortable for Bruce. It felt safe, especially for Branch's wellbeing. After all, Branch didn't deserve to be with his brothers. There was no point for Bruce to repair what was only a pipe dream and it could do more harm than intended.

But the jaded Bruce could only say, "Wouldn't that be quicker than dragging a slow coach?"

"Oh, yeah!" snarled John sarcastically, his eyes watery. "It wouldn't be THAT slow! Well, good luck, Bitty B! Good luck dragging 'special' people whose mistakes hold you down!"

Poppy inhaled sharply. She didn't need to do anything as John was always close to saying something like this. But you wouldn't want to say these words in front of people trying to change, even if it was true.

She quietly glanced at Barb, who was already trembling in suppressed offense, and Trollex, whose jaw was hanging wide open in shock at the audacity.

The nerve John had of saying those words wasn't the only thing Trollex was stunned by. He was facing the deadly silts of John Dory as he glared back at him.

John Dory would prefer to see Trollex as competition and nothing more.

Trollex tried lifting a hand up, but John's eyes darkened.

Poppy narrowed her eyes. "John…"

However, the final crack was made in Branch's mask. "No. Tiny Diamond, pull over!"

He didn't need to ask twice when Rhonda suddenly halt. Tiny Diamond turned his seat around with a disgusted look.

"I'm not young enough to not understand any of this." When he looked at Branch, he tried to smile in a friendly way. "After you."

Branch's eyes softened. At least he wouldn't be alone in this.

However, he would rather be anywhere but here.

He couldn't follow Prince D's wisdom. Branch wasn't the kind of guy to do this. The place felt too dangerous, too dim. And right now, he couldn't fix his brothers.

His skin paled and he marched straight to the door.

"Don't be a baby, Branch," said Clay, confused.

Branch clenched his fists and twirled around.

"You're mad at him, but you guys do the exact same thing to me," he snarled. "You still treat me like the baby. But guess what? I stopped being a baby when you walked out and when Grandma got eaten and when there was no one else to take care of me!"

John and Clay stared at their younger brother in absolute horror, their eyes hollowing.

"Grandma got eaten?" choked out Clay, his voice hoarse.

Branch couldn't find any excuse for them. Already struck by outrage, disappointment and the realization that John cared little for his friends, Branch chose not to hear John and Clay out. A part of him wanted to settle down, but he was already on an emotional high.

He swore never to settle down if that meant letting them walk over him once more.

"Congratulations, you figured it out." Branch's ice-blue eyes snapped to Bruce. "Bruce?"

Bruce stuttered. "I-I thought…"

He hesitated, unable to bring up another lie. He already explained his backstory and motivation earlier on. Branch was only digging into the earth to see what stopped Bruce from coming to his aid. Saying that they were too different to work together wasn't the answer he seemed to be searching for.

Crushed, Bruce looked away as he spoke in quiet grief. "I thought it was best that we don't stick together, even if Floyd protested. I was too scared of hurting you…"

"Oh, you're scared of hurting me?! Or were you too scared to see me and Floyd?!"

Branch's piercing question was tempting to answer, but Bruce could only lower his head in shame. John Dory and Clay glanced at him before looking back at Branch. It wouldn't matter if they knew or not. What they forgot was the poor Branch they left behind, forcing him to pick up the pieces alongside Floyd.

They didn't even know how to answer back, stunned from hearing the consequences they never considered before.

"Know what? Have fun wondering why people are too afraid to stare at you in the eye!" yelled Branch. "This time, Floyd and I are walking out on YOU."

"Branch…" uttered Trollex, close to breaking down.

The Pop Troll closed his angry eyes, sparing everyone else from his lashing. They're not worth your time. They just proved that."

As one last act of anger towards his brothers, Branch pulled out something from his leafy vest, crunched it and tossed it right at John Dory, Bruce and Clay. Without seeing where it exactly landed, Branch stormed out of the bus and left the door open, perhaps waiting to see if anybody would be sick and willing to go.

However, no one could do or say anything as they let Branch's sour words sink in.

Both Barb and Poppy rushed over to the crunched-up paper on the floor. Unfolding it, they squinted their eyes at what looked like…a diagram of a bunker?

Though, the place's title at the top of the picture read 'secret hideout'.

And it didn't look like the gloomy, earthy place they knew today. It was brightly colored in green and blue with stickers of all five brothers in each room. Next to the drawn waterfall were Branch's and Floyd's heads. Compared to the worn-out stickers of the other three brothers, these two stickers were new.

One resembled Branch today and the other resembled Floyd from the last time he was seen.

The rest of stickers were faded, stained versions of John Dory, Bruce and Clay.

Poppy was gobsmacked. Barb was surprised. However, it was the Pop Queen who knew the significance of Branch's bunker the most. This changed everything and it wasn't just due to Branch grabbing everything he could when suffering alone.

"This is Branch's bunker," said Poppy, lifting the picture to show it to all. "He…built this for you guys."

John blinked a couple of times, still absorbing the outcomes. "I didn't know…"

In Poppy's eyes, she was starting to see why Branch didn't believe that he could reunite his family in the first place. She narrowed her eyes. But this was alright. They would know soon enough when she followed Branch out from that door. As he demonstrated, the three brothers could take care of themselves.

"I guess you never asked," she said quietly before slowly walking away.

But as she left, she looked back at the rest of her friends. Barb kept the drawing in her hands with a rare, subdued look of sorrow. Guy Diamond even took the scene pretty quickly with saddened resignation. Tiny Diamond's expression was a little hard to read as he kept his eyes back at the front.

Just as she reached the door, she heard Trollex fluttering over to her. His big green eyes were shining, wanting to find Branch. Do something before he could hurt himself out there. For a moment, Poppy believed that Trollex was indeed Branch's little brother.

Barb rushed up to them, but despite not saying much, she didn't look like she could join along.

She looked a little gloomy. She kept looking back at the remaining three members of BroZone…and she knew that they would still need help as well. It wasn't worth for the whole party to ditch them behind if they would struggle and end up crashing Rhonda into some bush.

The three royals glanced at each other, their eyes carrying different emotions. Trollex's were of pointed betrayal towards Barb, unsure of whether she should stick around. Eventually, the message became clear.

They just witnessed John's destructive attitude and actions. And those things brought the worst of Bruce and Clay, letting the unresolved tension between them bleed. Branch's silence for nearly the entire argument spoke volume on how there was little room for better reflections.

If they just leave them at that, even with Branch's open rant at them, it would only cause more problems in the long run during their mission to rescue Floyd.

The other brother who was unintentionally silenced by their problems.

The three royals looked back at Tiny Diamond. The younger glittery troll was stroking his chin. He hummed in deep thought, a little mischievous, too. He looked back at his father, who remained in his spot, watching the three brothers with a dour look.

John huffed and walked away, kicking aside a tiny box nearby. Guy Diamond couldn't help wincing and recoiling back. Not only did his view of BroZone crack, but he also saw how truly condescending and unfair they had been to those involved. Though, Guy knew that John would be too willing to cut his losses quickly.

With Barb considering staying behind, Trollex's eyes took a softer look.

She seemed different.

She looked like the proud Rock Queen he saw during their first meeting two months ago. The fierce, nearly-angry glare, the burning eyes. But she didn't appear arrogant. Her eyes were a lighter shade of red, indicating a thorough understanding.

Barb did notice the severity of the argument at the start.

Trollex couldn't read what Barb exactly thought of the situation, but he knew that this was something she would truly hate. And that was a sign that it would need to be fixed immediately.

Seeing this burning readiness, Trollex found himself nodding slowly. He wasn't able to deduce why, but he could trust Barb. Both of them were sure of what they wanted to do without overthinking or needing one another.

Besides, if Trollex wanted to make things right, he might as well assist Branch for a more straightforward route in busting Floyd out from his prison.

In a silent mutual agreement, all three nodded and went their ways. Barb closed the door while Poppy and Trollex ran off.

Both Poppy and Trollex dashed across the clouds to catch up with Branch. He already got a good head start ahead of everyone. Judging by how they couldn't spot Branch easily, it was likely they could only reach him in thirty minutes if he didn't try running yet. Fortunately, the two young royals never gave up, even if that meant running for what felt like hours.

As they travelled through the next stretch of clouds, they got a better opportunity to observe their surroundings. The sky had already changed as night approached closely. The sunshine orange was gone and there was only a gradient of bright lavender and shadowy blue. The clouds changed to a lighter shade of blue, reminiscent of soft blue flowers one would rest in.

For Poppy, it reminded her of the mysteriousness of night coming to play soon. A little daring but fun and adventurous at the same time. For Trollex, it reminded him of the familiar colors of the deep ocean. However, it also made them feel more urgent. It wasn't just because the night could invite any mischief looking to use the darkness for their advantage.

It reminded them that this might be the night Floyd's light could go out.

But as they ran through the clouds, it reminded Poppy and Trollex about the first time they met. Or at least introduced themselves to each other properly. On a hot air balloon with Poppy braving through the scary height and Trollex nearly falling from basket. The first time the latter ever got to be high in the sky, too.

It nearly brought a smile to the two, a fond memory to look back on.

However, they weren't sure if the previous sentiment would be present today.

Eventually, they found Branch, grumpily stomping in the path leading to Mount Rageous. Even from behind, they could see that his skin was close to becoming grey. His hair was also dark, so it was hard to tell if it became black or just midnight blue. Either way, it told them how badly the earlier fallout between his brothers was for him…

That memory must have been replaying in his head, judging by his head being lowered down, uncaring of where he was going.

Seeing the miserable Branch encouraged Poppy to pick up the pace.

"Branch, wait!" she called. "Branch!"

But Branch didn't heed her words. Either he couldn't hear her or he wasn't in a listening mood.

"Hold on, dude!" shouted Trollex. "Wait up!"

Thankfully, it didn't take long once they were closer to him. He slowed down once he heard them.

Branch only gave them a quick look over his shoulder. They saw his grey eyes, demoralized.

Poppy noticed this and she lowered her voice. "Where are you going?"

"To save Floyd alone," mumbled Branch. "I didn't need them growing up and I don't need them now." He finally stopped, his shoulders sinking. It wasn't of agitation or resignation but of dread. "What are you two doing here?"

"We're just coming over with you," said Trollex simply. "That's all…"

"Poppy, Trollex, what about the others?"

"Barb and Guy Diamond are…well, taking care of the others," said Poppy, not bothering to sugarcoat it. "We knew that you'd need help, too."

Branch closed his eyes. "Do you? A-Aren't you…gonna leave me eventually? Everyone else does."

Hearing those words felt like something Poppy would say to herself in her dreams. Her fear was nearly coming true. Seeing Branch deep in the fresh wound made by his brothers and Poppy wasn't able to do much…it came when they thought that Branch could get his family back together. With everything she knew about BroZone, Poppy found herself understanding Branch for once.

Trollex was quick to come forward. The young Techno King hovered around Branch, grabbing his hand tightly.

"No," he stated firmly. "We won't. Will never do something like this, dude."

This was when Branch's sorrow started to fade. The sight of glowing green eyes staring straight at him. The same innocent eyes who were eager to see what he had to provide. The same eyes that looked down whenever he sensed something he did wrong. These kind eyes refused to turn away.

Though Branch nearly considered going away since he didn't deserve this.

Poppy took the next step, certain of what she wanted to do. "I have been by your side from the moment we met. And you've been by mine, Branch. Let's give each other some credit here."

Trollex let go of Branch's hands as Poppy came forwards. Branch turned to her and it was the final crack in his shaky front. Her eyes were in the same vibrant shade of pink back then at Vacay Island. When he told her about who Bruce really was. And those bright eyes didn't try to hide the fact that Branch was hurting. They were understanding and patient.

It wasn't even a dream; these eyes pleaded to help him.

Branch sighed and the weight fell off his shoulders. "Right. I'm…I'm sorry, guys. Thank you."

Poppy smiled sweetly. "You're welcome. And I'm not going anywhere unless it's with you."

Branch smiled back and the two shared a hug.

Poppy then looked at Trollex, indicating to him to join.

This time, the Techno King didn't mind joining in and wrapped his arm around the two.

The group hug wasn't tight or crushing. The warm, soft hold seemingly rid any stress that had been flooding through them for the last couple of days. And in that brief moment, it was safe.

RING! RING!

All three Trolls broke apart to find another approaching ally riding on a large bicycle. Tiny Diamond kept waving his right hand around, hoping they could see him while using the fingers on his left hand to fidget the shiny bell.

"Tiny!" chirped Poppy. "You're coming too?"

"Hey, what can I say?" said Tiny, grinning. "I was moved by Branch's speech."

Trollex perked upwards, concerned. "What about your father?"

Tiny looked a little embarrassed. "I may have talked to him about it. Look, Uncle Branch, your brothers do suck. We agreed that they didn't have it yet to come together." He paused for a moment, stroking his chin. "Daddy said it would take time, which I don't believe, but he told me I should go before 'Barb quicken things up'."

Branch raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what is Barb going to do?"

Tiny hummed. "He told me not to worry about it. He said it has to do with 'tough love'. Apparently 'important' for building character, but I'm not allowed to see it."

As a people pleaser, Guy Diamond could spot a person ready to take the stage. Competition might make his awareness hazy, but he knew the look of someone no longer playing games. It was the sharp eyes, the tightened lips, the visible cheekbones when stretching their faces as if straining their faces.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to see Barb showing her game face.

From the start, Barb was more subdued and careful while remaining perky. Essentially, just a differently colored version of Poppy. Guy adapted to this quickly, but he still sometimes wondered if he should feel safe or not. At the same time, it was strange to see her this calm and wary. So Guy had a lot of mixed feelings when Barb told him that she wasn't holding back soon.

Barb's wide eyes and bared teeth made her an animal, but she didn't seem THAT ferocious or tolerant. Despite the firmness in her voice, she didn't shout at Guy Diamond. She barely gave him or Tiny Diamond a glare. This surprised Guy greatly as Barb would have thrashed the entire bus indiscriminately.

In fact, she seemed to have a more refined target, so it was nice that Barb wasn't out there looking for random people to antagonize. It helped that she reacted when John Dory, Bruce and Clay started arguing rather than when John insulted her and Trollex.

So, maybe this was for the right cause.

Speaking of which, from his position, Guy Diamond crossed his arms with an emotionless look as he stared at the three brothers trying to practice again. The same song over and over. At this point, while he loved the song, Guy was starting to find 'Perfect' tiring.

John was visibly sulking. Bruce let down the smile when the song finished. Clay seemed unable to stop his shaky fingers. None of them talked ever since Branch's departure and the lack of communication didn't calm their nerves.

Above all, the air around them was as stuffy and stressful as the 'bond' they used to get by.

Barb came back with a closed cardboard box and slid across the floor. The song immediately stopped once she went in the middle, just in time before all three brothers could collapse depressively.

"Hold up! Hold up!" she said. "W-We can't do this song."

John snapped out of his funk, blinking sheepishly. "What?"

Barb narrowed her eyes. "We're NOT doing this song."

John took a step back in response to the slight growl in Barb's voice. Her red eyes were…glowing.

Guy Diamond raised his eyebrows, choosing to remain silent. This should be interesting.

The slightly disturbed John couldn't help talking on. "What are you talking about? It's perfect!"

Barb kept a cool demeanor and tone, though her frustration was visible. "Do you know what your problem is?"

"Tell us," said Clay and Bruce monotonously.

"John, your problem is that you're not using music that's REAL for a Perfect Family Harmony," said Barb matter-of-factly. "Don't you find that the lyrics you wrote were empty? You don't seem to believe them."

John Dory felt his heart skipping a beat. "I…do believe…them?"

"Bruce, don't you think this is a little ill-fitting? I don't think you can spin around in that chicken-sized vest."

"What are you implying?" asked Bruce.

"Clay," continued Barb, ignoring Bruce's confusion. "What do you actually like to do when going loose on the dancefloor?"

Clay leaned back. "What kind of question is-?"

"Fan question," interjected Guy Diamond 'cheerfully'. "Needing to hear your juicy secrets to making the perfect move on stage!"

The glittery troll tried to keep his cool. At the same time, he was starting to understand where Barb was getting at. She sounded…less enthusiastic when sharing her criticism. She didn't use it to insult the three brothers. So, he could just stand there with an innocent smile.

Clay hummed shyly. "Well, it would have to do with…getting straight to the point with open arms? Like a…like a serious star!"

But as he thought, it didn't seem to be the case. Sure, he found it better to no longer be the 'Fun One'. He found it better with being the hopeful guardian the Putt Putt Trolls should need. It was one thing to follow his desires…but it was another thing to stand out and ending up on the receiving end of the burning matchstick.

"Though, not too serious," admitted Clay. "L-Like you're actually confident to do anything without caring about what they think of you or what they say about you."

Barb smiled. "Hold onto that thought."

Guy shivered. That wasn't a friendly smile at all.

"Now, I remember what the Soul Trolls offered me once and…" She shook the box in her hands, wearing a sunny grin. "I think it would work! It could break Floyd's diamond cage!"

"Wait, really?" said John, hopeful.

Bruce looked like he was ready to scream. "Wait. How come you didn't…?"

"Yeah!" interrupted Barb. "We can use these!"

Guy Diamond was surprised that he didn't cower when Barb opened the box and swung it around to let its contents fly out.

John Dory, Bruce and Clay simultaneously screamed when they felt objects pelting their heads. Images of their former selves flashed over their eyes as they tried to step back. Once they managed to get out of the rain, they realized the box was filled with magazines, pamphlets and CD booklets with their faces. Barb didn't proceed to throw the BroZone merchandise further at them when they moved out of the way. In fact, she already had enough surrounding her in a circle.

Infuriated, Barb simply slammed the box against the floor. The ignited Rock Queen gave one hell of a glare at each of them, enough to make their bones squirm. Her big, bloodshot eyes bulged out, showing everyone the smouldering red coals set in the gem. It was the same fierce glare Barb gave during the World Tour.

"That's it! I'm done!" John insisted, walking away.

However, Barb blocked him and walked forwards, ending up with John backing up against the wall. Their noses nearly touched from how close the two were.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" he shouted, frightened. "Don't come close to me!"

"I barely touched you," said Barb coldly.

John felt his face going red and so did his grudge. "You wouldn't even care if you did…"

"You're right, I don't care!" snarled Barb. "If you or any of you think I'm wearing my 'manners' hat today, you're so sadly mistaken! So shut up and listen if you want to know how to save Floyd without wasting your time!"

She turned around to face Bruce and Clay, both knowing they weren't exempt from her fury. In that moment, John Dory glanced at Guy Diamond, but the latter just shrugged. There was nothing anybody could do. Barb didn't dare to close her eyes as she scanned the room. She looked like she could strangle someone in this very moment.

Yet, the proud Rock Queen held her anger so well. She knew what should be addressed.

She took a deep breath, trying not to let the rage consume her growing thoughts. With her lips shut to cover the sharp teeth, she didn't appear threatening. The look of disgust and vexation was already enough to send a clear, distasteful message.

"Of course, I wouldn't care!" she sneered mirthlessly, walking around in circles. "How could I? I nearly executed all the tribes upon thinking it was for the best. I thought we would be better under one music! But, of course, who would want that?!"

"Barb, calm down," said Clay quietly, staring at Barb as if she was going insane.

"No, I refuse to. Just like every day in my life." Barb cut the condescending tone short, suddenly serious and cold. "But let's be clear. The problem isn't because we're too difficult to work together."

She took a minute to pause. It wasn't for dramatic effect. It was because she had to compose herself, too.

"Good luck dragging 'special' people whose mistakes hold you down!"

Barb didn't want to call all three out for what John said. She bit her bottom lip as she tried to concentrate. She had thought for too long that she would hold people down. Just now, John Dory meant it and it was a punch in the face. It wasn't fair at all and it seemingly painted the others as just fleeting obligations for John, Bruce and Clay.

Would she, Poppy and Trollex mean nothing to them?

Did Floyd's likely protests ever matter to them?

How could Branch put up with them if it continued every time?

Eventually, she channelled her rage towards the easy distrust between the three brothers. The easy quitting whenever a conflict flared up. It was a matter of time before they gave up on everything.

So, Barb was careful when making her statement. "It's that you're cowards. You gave up on each other quickly, including Branch."

The words had more impact than one would assume. Actions speak louder than words, indeed.

Bruce and Clay paled at this confirmation. They glanced at each other before looking down at their feet. As much as they didn't want to admit it, Barb had a point.

Branch walked out of them because of their eventual selfishness. They just chose to give up on the family and Branch followed that example, too.

It finally settled into Bruce that he had been running away from their problems, hoping to find someone he could get along with for a fresh start. The fear of making predictable mistakes held him back from reaching out to Branch until recently. Trying to avoid only caused the same problem, too.

The purple-haired troll scratched the back of his ear slightly, ashamed of how he couldn't take the heat and the drama.

For Clay, the guilt was tripling. It didn't help that he didn't find out that Grandma Rosiepuff was eaten and he couldn't leave Viva's ground…a part of him was starting to fear the Bergens again, but it also told him that he could have been there to save Branch and Grandma.

He shut his eyes, acknowledging his part. He only saw the future, not the outcome.

However, John thought that his only crime was being caught. A tiny spark of defiance told him that Barb had no place to tell them off.

"W-Well, it's for our own…good!" insisted John. "We aren't THAT bad. We're just trying to keep Bitty B safe by-"

"Shut up!"

Barb looked at John in disbelief. How could this person continue to be this ignorant after his younger brother just walked out the door?!

The Rock Queen had to shut her eyes to calm her uncontrollable rage. "S-See! That's the problem! T-That's the…well, you don't want to try to do better." In her frustration, she shook her hands in mixed gestures, struggling not to stammer. "I thought y-you would do, um, better than I did! At least Branch and Poppy are, I don't know, TRYING to cooperate and understand, even if they're different or-"

John Dory suddenly chuckled. His grin looked painful. "Well, I'm sorry that I'm not like you! I guess that I can't see half of what you see when you are…when you are…"

Barb crossed her arms, expecting to hear an insult. However, John couldn't spit it out. He was having trouble with it, sweat forming on his face. He wasn't afraid, but mad.

Eventually, he couldn't take it and threw his hands out, furious. "Fine! Maybe I did find it easy being bossy. But there's no changing that. That's how YOU get by without anyone questioning what's wrong with what you must do."

"But you AREN'T a royal," reminded Barb firmly. "Doesn't that tell you anything?"

Guy Diamond hummed, nodding a little. He immediately knew what she was saying. As a citizen and a casual friend of the queen, Guy Diamond didn't have the same responsibilities as any hardworking leader. He didn't need to worry about looking out for the entire society. He was currently a father.

Meanwhile, John Dory had it all on the ground without needing to do much for his family. Even if they were the famous BroZone in the past, that didn't mean they had to go by many expectations.

He didn't seem to believe it, however. "...you don't get it."

Barb sighed and let her arms drop. "Then tell me."

The Rock Queen tried to not appear intimidating. She tried to swap her furious glare with a softer look so that she could understand John's problem. There was no time left, but she couldn't force it out when it could be another lie.

John Dory clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. Barb was ready to throw hands.

Instead, John yelled, "It's better being this way than being constantly reminded of how much of a freak you are to society, no matter what you do!"

At this rate, John wondered how anybody could stare at Barb. Even if she wasn't trying to be intimidating, he could feel her fierce, red eyes staring into his soul. The same kind of look everybody would give to him when he didn't act right and the following words they would say OR think to themselves became louder and louder and louder…

Tears were already welling in his eyes.

These tears only came from moments whenever he knew he was the 'special' one. Whenever he had to be taken care of despite being the eldest brother. Whenever he came too late to understand others, his heart too slow to empathize. Whenever he drifted into beautiful space too much until his shoulder had to be shaken roughly to put him back to reality. Whenever his mind was scrambled from confusing or misunderstanding things he would never understand…

It was exhausting and John couldn't even control himself to do everything right like a normal being…and he didn't know what that was like without having stability.

But when he thought back to the condescending smiles, the weirded stares, the taunts from the adults…John's eyes hardened, ceasing the tears. Reliable people should NEVER be treated like this, even if their brains were screwed up.

He couldn't take Barb's stare any longer. He was already self-conscious to know how much of a miserable waste of existence he was, damn it! What else was needed to remind him of his place?! What else was needed to remind him that he couldn't precisely change?!

On instinct, John Dory pushed Barb away and before the Rock Queen could react, he was already losing his mind.

"Wake up, guys!" he claimed angrily. "I'm trying to be better than some…wishy-washy retard who can't even pay attention in class." He snapped his head towards Guy Diamond. "You wouldn't want someone like that in your society, right, Guy? I mean, Viva can't be fixed! She didn't say it, but she's too deep in her illness to realize you even exist!"

Barb was about to retort, but Guy Diamond was also quick to talk.

"Raspberries! We weren't…!"

Guy trailed off, suddenly ashamed. He remembered the disapproving look on Branch when he suggested earlier that Viva was a lost cause. And worse, John Dory was right, too. Guy didn't exactly think or see anyone as a 'retard', but the way John said it made it clear that the Pop Trolls tended to look the other way whenever someone was…well, different.

Was this what John Dory went through before? Was it something he feared, judging by how well-liked he was back then?

He didn't even need to see the look on Barb's face. Guy Diamond was still for a moment, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Branch and John Dory seemed all too ready to wear their 'freakiness' on their sleeves the second they were outed, even if…the latter's exact problem was unknown at best.

John Dory did seem oblivious, ignorant and a little self-absorbed…though wasn't Poppy like that beforehand? Wasn't some of their friends like that, too?

But after getting to meet a lot of new people, thrown into danger a lot and forced to see the other side of the storm, Guy Diamond could say for sure that it wasn't the individual he and the rest were worried about. How they handled that was also another problem.

He bravely faced Clay. "Clay, I'm sorry for thinking low of your friend. And I'll confess; I'm sorry we didn't look out for Branch when he was grey. There's no excuse for that."

Clay looked confused. Bruce was horrified.

"Well, I did see that they seemingly choose to be alone, but…" Guy looked down, guilty. "Maybe we were involved in making their lives difficult. And as long as that continues, nothing will ever be enough for everyone to be and feel…good."

Barb's eyes dilated, shining under newfound light. She already got over her old thinking that the Pop Trolls couldn't change from what their ancestors did. Poppy and Branch already proved that. However, an old part of her couldn't help but feel surprised by Guy's genuine acknowledgement of any wrongdoings.

The same couldn't be the said for John Dory who only believed these kinds of words existed in his head alone.

"But you're normal," pointed out John, looking away. "I mean, you and the others are justified for giving up on those who are too crazy to-"

It amazed Barb further when Guy Diamond took a couple of steps towards them, now looking as firm as she was.

"No," Guy said bluntly. "It's NOT. And it's not 'normal' to shun people away when they're not born to be cruel. Don't ever use 'illness' as an excuse to be a coward again."

Barb nodded in response. John looked at her. Surprisingly, she was more reserved after her earlier outrage. Though, it didn't mean he was safe from her fist. It seemed like she became more pragmatic in how she directed her anger at people. She…wasn't cruel to him just for the sake of it.

Neither was Guy Diamond who looked guilty. But normal people shouldn't be guilty since they were right. They were always right! They knew what to check on a daily basis. But here he was, apologizing for only seeing the worst in Branch and Viva.

But people liked John Dory more when he was on the stage with the perfect smile and the perfect mind. Nobody had to deal with his awkwardness or slowness in empathy and taking an interest in others or his way of thinking. Nobody exactly liked people who struggled to think behind the line.

Bruce was already angry enough, but he knew how reluctant John would take this. The real John, specifically. The same guy who wanted full clarification to make the right choices, yet he was afraid of asking under the burden of being seen as unreliable.

It was the same way Bruce felt whenever he tried to make a change in the family, but only to receive skepticism. This was going really badly so far without either of them realizing it.

So, Bruce spoke more quietly and compassionately. "Dude, I think it's time that you cut the act. Your problems aren't ours, but you HAVE to trust us if you want to make it through."

John couldn't look at him. He couldn't look at anyone. His eyes were watery, threatening to spill.

"John?" said Bruce. "For the record, we never thought of you as a 'freak'. We would never give you up on that."

Still processing Guy Diamond's apology, Clay had an epiphany and felt that it was the right thing to say to snap John out from his destructive mask.

"The way you act, bossing us around, and how we react," said Clay, his voice hoarse. "It's…the same way you thought things would turn out solely for you. You gave us those fears, too."

It took a few seconds for everybody to process that and when they did, Barb was the first to be shocked to hear the scathing truth.

"Dude," she uttered.

"I have to be honest here," said Clay, closing his eyes. "Guy's right. It'll never be enough as long as we keep up with that behavior. Shunning things that seem 'different' and…"

When Clay couldn't find the words and kept to himself, all eyes turned back to John. Though, Bruce looked away, knowing that John wouldn't like to be stared at in his most vulnerable moment. Guess that he and Clay might have forgotten about that after being used to John's persona as the 'leader'.

For Barb, while she didn't remove her angry eyes, she took the moment to try understanding the poor mess before her.

Based on the different kinds of expressions he was making, John seemed to be having a battle in his head. He kept nodding and shaking his head, trying to listen to the voices that guided him to be the man he became. Yet, he had been so blind to the shared inclusivity and relaxation amongst the crew…he didn't deserve any of this, though nobody exactly tried beating him up for it.

He just wasn't welcome because he couldn't ditch his old habits. Maybe if he did, then things might have gone differently.

Barb and Guy Diamond were sincere in trying to understand his perspective without ignoring his flaws. At the same time, they didn't try to insult him further for…everything.

Finally, John Dory looked up and rubbed his eyes. He was very likely crying, but hid it so well.

"OK, what am I supposed to do?" he questioned, crossing his arms. "I can try thinking otherwise and feigning interest! But there's this voice telling me that being something different will only explode in our faces. What if it's not meant to be?"

His crossed arms were meant to resemble him retaking authority, but it looked more like he was trying to defend himself weakly.

"I'm not saying that it WON'T explode in our faces, dude!" spelled out Barb simply. "You'll be fine, eventually, but…you'll never be truly safe. No one is. And you can't just feign interest. I say, it takes more than one path to…"

She smiled sadly, remembering what Poppy did to reunite all the trolls. All those crazy adventures she was thrown into, her mind exposed to the complexities in life…and that didn't stop her from trying.

"...find a harmonious understanding with one another."

John Dory eventually slumped down against a wall, exhausted.

"But everyone's impatient," he remarked slowly. "No one is allowed to take too long to find the right path."

"That's another problem, not yours," hissed Barb. "I think you'll only lose access to these open doors when you give up. A dummy would give up for something as common as nitpicking. Are you a dummy, John?"

The same spark of defiance got John Doory to look up at her. The hatred of being underestimated got to him. Remembering the condescending remarks of his elders and incorrectly sensing the expectations of his peers.

His fear of ostracization would never leave him alone if he gave up and became the dummy.

His eyes hardened, confirming his answer.

"Then brush up the sharp pricks poking in your gums, dude," said Barb, growing a smirk. "If we'll make a mess, we'll make one they won't forget."

John didn't smile back. He wasn't as confident as Barb. Fortunately, the latter didn't push it. She didn't try forcing him to get started immediately. They still got a lot of time before they arrive…though John wasn't sure how much time they would need to be genuinely ready for Floyd.

He stood up. He still slowly shook his head, but that was just him still in denial of everything. John did have the strength to look back at Bruce and Clay with an apologetic look. He didn't have the strength to see their reactions…but he forced himself to. They looked back him with equally understanding and sorrowful expressions.

Good lord, there was a lot that they still need to fix, even when they just identified the issues.

John Dory sighed and walked away. Some time alone would allow him to think better. That was the only good thing he could do as himself.

Clay cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'll…eh, make some tea. Nerves aren't good, after all, and…"

Bruce nodded absentmindedly, sitting back on the couch. He looked down on his puffer vest before immediately pulling it off his shoulders. In an instant, he switched back to his casual, white vest, just the way he liked it. He had a slight smile of relief.

Barb stood there with a neutral look. The energy wore off and she realized how tired she was. Man, it had been a while since she raged like this. It didn't even feel different from how she tried to be reasonable lately.

Thankfully, she didn't need to overthink when Guy Diamond came forward to give his comments.

"Umm, Barb?" he squeaked.

She gave a curious look at him, her eyes shining in worry.

"I'm actually glad you stayed to help them," said Guy, smiling a little. "Maybe throwing their lunch at them is too thick, but it does seem to help. Kinda like pulling their heads out of the sand."

Guy Diamond was genuine. He was also glad that Barb didn't resort to violence. Even though John might look sad now, he knew that he would improve later on with the lasting reassuring words.

Barb grinned, a little sheepish. For once, she didn't feel too bad for being herself in the moment.

She was actually hopeful that they wouldn't be too behind now.

AN: This is the moment you have been waiting for and I'm making it real! I felt like my writing skills in describing the situation were weak, but I'm proud of the extra dialogue I've given them. I figured it should be important to address the lingering problems of BroZone since they appear to be more significant than the original movie.

For example, John Dory and his apparent behavior. Prepare yourself for me rambling a little about my depiction of him.

Though, at the moment, I'm not sure whether I should consider my version of John on the spectrum or with another type of disability. But I see him as a neurodivergent character and might have projected a lot from myself and my brother onto him. Basically, it's me screaming at myself for being arrogant and inflexible.

His desire for control, emotional insensitivity and lack of social tact are glaring in the film, and some of his most alarming characteristics. I want to expand on them to make him more complicated, sympathetic and understandable while not excusing him for his awful behavior. This even led to other new traits such as hyperfocusing, struggling with eye contact when vulnerable, not paying attention until directly addressed and childlike daydreaming.

I also gave him a more painful reason for fear of change. The film wasn't exactly clear about why, though I wanted to make it angsty to make him more like an individual rather than a prop. Barb's confrontation with him should encourage him to consider his brothers' feelings and what he could be despite believing he would always fail to be better.

Throwing items in the head is probably not the best way to encourage a neurodivergent kid, but firmly and compassionately reminding them that they have opportunities to improve is one that I find really helpful.

Which leads to Barb and her character development. It's where she finally lets go of her worries and confronts John Dory, Bruce and Clay in the way she knew. I took inspiration from 'Carrie (2002)', 'Crazy Rich Asians', 'The Bad Guys' and 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' to make the confrontation brutally honest. Like Trollex in his act of comforting Branch, Barb took a further step toward being a stronger team player and knowing when to fold. The Rock Queen is back, everyone!

Unfortunately, this will be the last chapter I've ever written for 2024. I'll be out with my family to celebrate New Year in Melbourne soon! However, I have regained my strength and interest in continuing this story. Should be, hmm, two or three chapters left to go! I really love this story, after all!

So, take good care of yourself and here's hoping that 2025 will be a good one. From words Barb said, if 2025 becomes a mess, then we'll make a mess no one will ever forget! Until then, favourite or follow, send constructive criticism if it'll help and I'll see you all later.

Keep on rocking!