"Ugh..." Barb groaned, slowly waking up. "Ow... my head..." she whined, placing her hands on her head, rubbing her eyes.

     Slowly, she sat up, seeing Poppy sleeping on the ground next to her.

     "Yo... Popsqueek. Wake up, dude," she said, shaking Poppy gently.

     "Hugh... what..." Poppy muttered. She opened her eyes slightly, but immediately closed them again, still tired.

     "POPSQUEEK!" Barb yelled, slapping Poppy across the face.

     "Ow!" Poppy screamed, jumping up, as she held her face. "I'm up! I'm up!"

     Barb smirked. "That was fun," she laughed. "Hey, Braaaaaaaanch! Time for your wake up caaall!"

     She turned, ready to slap Branch awake, but quickly noticed he wasn't there.

     "Wait... where's Branch?" Barb questioned, looking around.

     Poppy's eyes widened at the question.

     "He's gone!?" she yelled, jumping to her feet. "Oh no... oh no, no, no, no, no! What if something bad happened to him!? What if he's in danger!? We gotta find him! We gotta..."

     She started to run, but almost immediately ran into steal bars.

     "AHHH!" she yelled, falling back onto the ground.

     "Ow..." she groaned, rubbing her head, as she slowly sat up.

     "You good, Popcorn?" Barb asked, helping her stand.

     Poppy looked around, realizing they were both locked in a cage.

     "This... is bad..." Poppy said, quietly.

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     "Where did he come from?"
"I've never seen him before."
"What's up with his hair?"

     "Ugh..." Branch groaned, laying on the ground.

     "He's waking up!"

     Branch heard the whispers around him, not recognizing any of them.

     "Wha... who's..."

     He opened his eyes, his vision blurry.

     His head was aching, as he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes.

     When he opened his eyes again, his vision had cleared, allowing him to see the group of trolls standing over him.

     "AHHHHH!" he screamed, startled.

     Everyone flinched, but then got closer to him, continuing to murmur.

     He looked around at them, frightened. The more he looked at them, the more he realized they weren't like the trolls in Trollstopia.

     Their hair, fell straight down towards the ground, instead of going up, and their ears where a lot bigger and pointier, kinda like Branch's.

     They were also all either blue of purple. No reds, greens, oranges, or pinks. Only blue and purple.

     And their colors weren't as bright. More like a greyed down version of the color. (Again... kinda like Branch...)

     "Wh... what do you want?" he said, standing up, defensively.

     They got closer to him, and he gulped, looking around in fear.

     "Stay back!" he yelled, whipping his hair at them.

     "AHHH!" they screamed, jumping back, startled.

     "How did he do that?" one of them asked.
"Like the others..." another whispered.

     They started to approach again, holding up their spears, pointing them towards Branch.

     "Uhhhh..." he whimpered, backing up, but he was surrounded, all of the trolls circling around him with their spears.

     He got down onto his knees, covering his head with his arms, as he whimpered in fear.

     'I'm dead... I'm so dead...' he thought to himself, shutting his eyes tight, the pointy spears inches away from his head and face.

     "Everyone stop!" a voice suddenly shouted out. "Lower your weapons!"

     Slowly, the trolls lowered their spears, backing away from Branch.

     Branch looked up, his heart racing, as another troll approached.

     His eyes widened, as he gasped, recognizing this troll from when he was just a child, back when he was still grey.

     "Ch... Chief Tula?"