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What if--?
What if the Trolls's music hadn't been restored after Poppy destroyed the strings? (A.K.A, a rewrite of Band Together)
DISCLAIMER: !MAY CONTAIN: SELF HARM MENTIONS, TROLLS "GOING GRAY", JOHN DORY IN GENERAL!
Barb screamed, holding the fading strings in her paws. Tears began to flow. Everything was silent.
And then everyone began to leave.
...♡
Branch knew what being gray was like, but seeing everyone gray? A month had gone by since the strings were broken. There was no music. Pop Village was quiet. No parties were held, hug time was ignored, and no one sang or danced.
He had seen the Pop Trolls be gray, but that had been for around two minutes. Seeing Tiny and other young trollings growing up with this grayness was unsettling.
"Branch! Branch... Daddy isn't singin'! Nobody is!" Tiny yelled, running up to Branch and hugging the feral troll's leg.
Branch picked him up carefully, hugging the small trolling tightly. "It's going to be okay, Tiny.. we can fix this, okay?" He assured Tiny, lightly swiping a tear off the glitter trolling's cheek.
...♡
They ventured out together, taking only one bag with the essentials: Some rations, water, and a few pairs of extra other for Branch. And a scarf for Tiny incase he got cold.
"We just need a little bit of help. I think I know some trolls... we just need to find them!" Branch smiled at Tiny who was sitting on his shoulder.
Out in the middle of Lonesome Flats was some kind of large bug... bus? Someone stepped out of it's door, walking over to the river next it to. John Dory.
Tiny hid in Branch's hair as the feral troll approached his older brother. The one who had left him.
"John Dory." He grumbled, standing right behind John. His tail lashed, his deep blue eyes narrowed as Branch's older brother turned to see him.
"B-Bitty B..?" He asked in bewilderment.
"Don't call me that. It's Branch, John." Branch snapped, crossing his arms. "I need your help."
John was gray, too. Of course, he lost his music when the strings broke, just like everyone else.
"Music across every tribe is gone. We need to get it back, and for that..." He sighed. "We'll need to find Spruce, Clay, and Floyd again.. and attempt the perfect family harmony."
John Dory stood, smiling. He cocked his thumb at the door of the bug/bus thing. "Well then, since it seems I have no choice. Let's get goin!"
Branch climbed in, Tiny popping out and onto his shoulder again.
Maybe this would work.
Maybe.
Just...
Maybe...
"I'll save you... all of you."
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