( a/n - hehehe )

Biggie and Guy Diamond were awoken by the sound of trumpet playing.

“Wake up!”

They looked to see Branch playing the trumpet around where there fire used to be. He wasn't playing it correctly but that didn't matter.

“You see that supercell over there?” Branch pointed at where the edge of the forest was, at a dark cloud.

“That's the storm we're focusing on.” He took out his binoculars and searched the meadow for a good place to watch the storm.

“What about breakfast?” Biggie asked, hungry as always.

Branch shoved bread in their mouths and grabbed their wrists, leading them out to the end of the field on a hill.

Guy tapped his fingers anxiously. “Is this even a safe distance?”

“Nope, but it's not coming to us so we'll be fine.” He focused his binoculars at the storm's core.

Guy and Biggie were terrified, and thought of ways to take their minds off of the storm.

Guy picked up a blade of grass and had a staring contest with it, which somehow put a random question in his mind, “When did your interest in storms start?”

“Well, when I lived with my parents, my mom would climb the Troll Tree daily to forecast the weather for the village to let King Peppy know when it would be safe to have trolls working on the tunnels to escape Bergen Town. If a storm was brewing, she'd let him know that they shouldn't work on the tunnel because of slipping hazards.” He began.

“So you got your caution from your mom?” Biggie pictured a tiny Branch setting up a caution sign.

Branch nodded. “One day, I joined her, and because some of the leaves were blooming on the tree, it was harder to see, so she climbed higher. I followed her up and we stood at the top to see what was going on. She told me it was a supercell, which was a tornado producing storm. I was terrified, but she reassured me we'd be fine, it was safe distance away from us and it wouldn't even come to Bergen Town, it was too hilly. But she was wrong. The wind suddenly started blowing in the other direction, bringing the storm right too us. It got really windy, especially because of how high up we were. It blew me over, and I was hanging off the (tree) branch. She pulled me up, but we were no match for the wind. We both fell off, but I fortunately landed on the branch below us. I looked around for my mom, but she wasn't nearby.”

“Where was she?” Guy questioned, having a feeling he knew what the answer was going to be.

“I slid down the tree and scanned every branch, unable to find her. At the bottom, I saw a group of trolls looking down at something. I pushed through the crowd to find my mother, unconscious and dull colored. My dad urged me to leave, and that's when I figured out what happened. She fell to her death. I was really sad for a long time, but I kept my colors, just excused myself from most troll activities and stayed home most of the time.”

“How many other family deaths were you involved in?” Guy joked, trying to lighten the subject, but it was clearly not a joking time.

Biggie shot Guy the look and patted Branch on the shoulder. “I'm so sorry you went through that, but how did that make you want to be involved in the weather more?”

“I wanted to know as much as weather as I could so no other troll would try to become an inexperienced weather-troll, and traumatize their kids. Then I could forecast the weather for us in a safe way.”

“Aw,” Biggie and Guy smiled at him as if he were an adorable kitten.

“And I was involved in three family deaths, including my dad's. But we're not going to go into detail with that.

Guy shook his head. “I'm concerned.”

Branch licked his finger and stuck it up. “Weird, the wind shifted.” He looked through his binoculars, seeing the storm was no coming towards them.

Guy started walking backwards. “Should we leave?”

“Let's wait a few min-” His binoculars were slammed with something hard, breaking the glass on one of the lens.

“Ouch!” Biggie was pelted with the hard thing as well, making him lose balance and fall unconscious.

“We should go!” Branch left his binoculars on the ground. They were useless with the cracks.

He and Guy dragged Biggie a few feet, until he regained consciousness and could run himself.

“We don't have time to get our supplies from the site, we need to go straight to the village and warn them!” Branch was now shouting over the wind.

Debris was flying around, and it was now hard to tell which way they came from.

They looked back, and a funnel was beginning to come from the supercell.

“Is that a tornado?” Guy gasped in auto tune.

“Yeah!” Branch pulled them again, quickly explaining them a plan behind a tree.

“We need to split up if we're going to find the village in time. Guy, are you okay with going by yourself?”

Guy nodded.

“Biggie and I will go together. Hopefully either you or us make it to the village before the storm strikes. Remember my safety lessons if you get lost.”

Guy gave a thumbs up with a glitter fart, which blew right into the other's faces, “Good luck!” Then, he ran off, unsure where he'd end up.

“Can we just stay in the ditch until the storm passes?” Biggie immediately asked.

Branch looked back to see the storm. Even though the main reason they split up was to go to the village, Branch figured that they wouldn't make it alive unless they took shelter immediately. “Fine.”

“Where is it?” Biggie squinted his eyes, look as far as he could for the spontaneous hole in the ground.

Branch put one foot forward to run, but his foot didn't touch the ground, instead it was just air. He fell forward on his face in to a hole. “I found it.”

Biggie hopped in the ditch like it was a swimming pool.

“Cover your head and neck with your hands!” Branch demanded, and they both did so.

For a minute, they thought the storm had passed, returned to the clouds and they just lost Guy Diamond for no reason.

It was silent too, there wasn't any sounds besides the hail, rain, Biggie's whimpering, and some crickets.

“I think it missed us.” Branch looked out.

“I'm not coming out.”

( I'm coming out- it's time to take a stan- okay sorry- bye )

Branch swung his leg out of the ditch, but before he could come completely out, a (tree) branch flew into him, knocking him back into the ditch.

“I was wrong!” He moved his arm to cover his head, which it strangely hurt to do.

Unable to tolerate the pain, Branch slid underneath Biggie, taking shelter underneath his body when the storm hit

Biggie whimpered, covering his ears, scared to death.

As the tornado drew closer to the ditch, the sound of a freight train came too, and making their big, sensitive ears pop.

Branch hugged Biggie's leg as if he were a child squeezing their toy to death because of a nightmare.

Twigs and pebbles were being thrown around them. Some of them hit Biggie, a few hit Branch's feet, but the most of them filled the ditch.

“We're going to die!” Biggie was close to crying, he sounded more scared than he's ever been in his entire life. All he, Guy, and Branch wanted was a simple camping trip. Not a life-threatening storm that separated them and would likely cost them their lives.

Branch was doubting their survival too. “Biggie, I'm sorry I brought you two on this trip! It was a bad idea!”

( A/N — One random season seven related statement. Skip black paragraph if wanting to avoid spoilers to the season. The gems grow in a garden, right? This garden filled with gems is gonna be destroyed after this storm. rip )

“Don't be sorry! It was fun other than us probably dying!”

That didn't make Branch feel any better, but he did notice something. “Do you hear that?”

Biggie's ear perked up. “No.”

“Exactly!” Branch pencil rolled out from under Biggie. It was just lightly raining. The storm had finally passed.

( A/N - cringe chapter. I'm so sorry- )