My name is Princess Poppy, and I am the leader of the Trolls.

Twenty years ago, a herd of creatures, the Bergens, discovered us and wanted to eat us, since we were too happy and jubilant, and they weren't. We Trolls spent our time singing, hugging, and dancing, while they gave each other wedgies, complained about taxes, and obviously frowned. Like, who does that? The Bergens. We were trapped in a large tree, and once a year, the chef would pick one Troll from the tree and would hand them to a Bergen who hasn't eaten one. That happened for centuries, until finally, the brave King Peppy, my father, rescued all of us twenty years ago by leading us safely and successfully to the Forest, where we lived since then. Had he not done that, I would've been eaten as a newborn to King Gristle Jr., who was a toddler twenty years ago.

Twenty years later, us Trolls have spent our lives in the Forest, singing, partying, hugging, and of course, dancing! And King Peppy's my father, so that makes me Princess Poppy of the Trolls. He told me a few months after I was born, the chef of the Bergens chose my mother, Queen Lavender, to be eaten. I was devastated, but I vowed to be the best queen I can be. We now live in pods that hang from trees, but Dad and I's pod is the largest, since we're the royal family. I was the happiest, sweetest Troll ever born, and I thought nothing would come in my way of being happy.

Until that eventful day.

I woke up and grinned, seeing that it was a bright new day. I told my father I would read to the Troll children this morning, due to my Queen-In-Training. I would often volunteer around the Troll village, which is a very good trait for a queen. I looked into the bejewelled mirror I possessed, the grin widening.

Even though my father has a light orange complexion with dark magenta hair and brown eyes, I was born with my mother's flamingo pink complexion, darker pink hair with all strands pointing up, and magenta eyes, sparkly freckles on my cheeks. Daily, I would wear my ultramarine flower headband with my favourite sapphire-blue dress. I was three when my dad saved us from the Troll-hungry Bergens, so I sported my twenty-three-year-old slender frame.

Running past my dad, my scrapbook in hand, I headed over to the school-pod, where the children had their lessons. After thirty minutes of singing Trollsery rhymes, I sat down and began reading to them.

"Once upon a time," I read, "in a happy forest, there lived the happiest creatures the world has ever known; the trolls. They loved nothing more than to hug, and sing, and dance, dance, and hug, and sing, sing, hug, and dance, hug - sing - dance … all of that stuff. One day, the Trolls were discovered by a Bergen. The Bergens were miserable, they didn't know how to sing, or hug, or even dance! They wanted the happiness for themselves. So they ate a few Trolls!"

The Troll children gasped.

"Eating the Trolls made the Bergens feel happy inside," said I. "They started a tradition. Once a year, every year, the Bergens would gather around the Troll tree to taste happiness, on a holiday they called 'Trollstice'. King Gristle Jr., the year King Peppy saved us, was to eat a Troll that day, but couldn't because King Peppy and the Troll guards helped us escape to the Forest, where the Bergens could never find us. It was risky and hard, but we made it to the Forest! Twenty years ago today, King Peppy made us safe, and now every Troll is free to be happy and live in perfect harmony." I sang that harmonic note with two other Troll children as another began to talk.

"And that's why we hug every hour," said the young Troll.

"Yup!" I shut my scrapbook up and went to go put it on a stand.

"I wish it was every half-hour," said a slightly chubby Troll.

"So do I," I said truthfully, "but that wouldn't leave much time for singing and dancing, now would it?"

"Princess Poppy?" asked another Troll. "Do the Bergens still want to eat us?" I turned to them, a grin on my face.

"You bet!" I exclaimed as they gasped. I went to go pick the Troll up and caressed her cheek.

"Only because it's the only way to make them happy," I assured.

One Troll licked his arm. "Oh, no. I do taste delicious!"

"Isn't there anything else to make them happy?" asked the Troll girl.

"How about Happy birthday parties?" asked one.

"Slumber parties!" exclaimed another.

"Or staring at your parents while they sleep," said a deadpan Troll infant.

"Eww," the other children said, obviously disgusted.

"I don't wanna be food," the Troll girl slumped.

"Don't worry," I assured. "No one ever will be, and that's why we're celebrating with the biggest, loudest, craziest party ever! Everyone's going to be there!"

"Everybody?" the Troll infant asked in my hair. I took her out and grabbed my trademark cowbell and stick from my hair, smiling.

"Everybody," I nodded and began beating on my cowbell. Trumpets played, and the petals of the pod began to unfurl.

Everybody, I sang, move your hair and feel united, oh

Everybody, shake your hair and feel united, ooh

I dressed into a woven basket outfit, envelopes in them. I walked around the Troll village, handing them out to Trolls.

Everybody's comin' to the celebration

Imma hook you up with the invitation

Let your hair swing and party with me

No bad vibes, just love you'll see.

I met up with one of my best friends, DJ Suki. She, like all female Trolls, had sparkly freckles. She had magenta skin, furry orange hair in a loose ponytail. Her equipment was attached to a large organism that roamed around the Troll village, a smile on its face. Headsets covered around DJ's ears, but she could hear me.

Do the D.A.N.C.E

1,2,3,4 fight

Stick to the B.E.A.T

Get ready to ignite, we sang and I hopped into the Troll yoga area. Most of them were do the same exact moves, so I decided to join in.

You are such a P.Y.T., catching all the lights

Just as easy as ABC, that's how you make it right

As the Trolls began to dance in circles and vibrations, one Troll named Cooper, a giraffe Troll, began to sing with me.

Ah, It ain't hard out here, when you're doing it right

Put a smile on blast, that's the troll life! he sang. I bounced from canopy to canopy, flipping and singing at the same time.

And I'm here, to help you through it! I turned to my other friend, Smidge, who was small, female, and had a masculine voice. Her blue hair was strong, pulling a barbell into the air. I jumped on it, the basket of invitations in hand.

Your confidence gives me strength! Smidge exclaimed, pulling the barbell into the air. She spun it around, me throwing invitations down. Then, I went to Biggie, one of my other friends, a large blue Troll with a pet glow worm named Mr Dinkles. He took photos and Guy Diamond, a nude glitter Troll, came over and with his glitter, made the photo more enthralling to look at.

"That's it!" Biggie, Cooper, DJ Suki, and I exclaimed. Guy Diamond looked proud, but we were missing two other people. Together, we were called the Snack Pack, and the people we were missing were Satin and Chenille, the fashion twins. We found the two, Satin a purplish pink Troll and Chenille, a light indigo Troll. They both looked the same, obviously, with their blue, purple, and pink hair joined with each other's hair. Still singing, we got on a large leaf, making dance moves and sang with the other Trolls.

Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop the beat

I can't stop, can't stop, I can't stop the beat

I won't stop, won't stop, won't stop the beat

Go! I pointed forward, and all Trolls joined hands, making rainbows and tossing me into the air. Their hair formed rainbows, bright clouds, flowers, and other cool stuff. We all paired together, playing leapfrog or so.

Everybody, shake your hair and feel united, oh whoah

Sunshine day

Everybody's laughing

Sunshine day

Everybody's singing

Sunshine day

I stood in front of the Trolls, happiness exploding through my heart. Everybody, move your hair and feel united, Oh Woah

Oh yeah! oh!

We formed more things, like rainbows, clouds, flowers, mimics of the sky, and Trolleading moves. I ended up on Cooper's head, posing with everyone else.

Yeah! By then, we were all out of breath, panting and wheezing. The Trolls began to disperse, leaving the Snack Pack and I. We heard someone slow clapping and when he walked from behind the mushroom, I stepped off the head of Cooper and went to go smile at him.

Branch was a Troll who never sang and was grey, which was weird because all Trolls were colourful. Except for him. According to my memory, he was four years older than me and was always grumpy. It was quite rare to see Branch in the village, for he spent his time in his on-ground-bunker doing whatever. His cheeks were faintly rosy, black hair sticking up into the sky. His sky-blue eyes narrowed, a leafy vest and brown shorts worn over his body. Branch carried a heap of sticks in his hand. For some reason, I made it my responsibility to make him happy again, because he was so miserable.

"Great job, I mean that was unbelievable-" he began to scowl, the sardonic smile no more on his face. "-loud! I can hear you from a mile away!"

"Good!" I smiled. "I was worried we weren't projecting enough."

"Poppy," Branch said, eyes narrowing, "if I can hear you, so can the Bergens."

"Oh boy," smirked Guy Diamond.

"Here we go again," Cooper rolled his eyes.

"Really, Branch?" Biggie asked.

"It's getting annoying," DJ Suki commented.

"You always ruin everything, Branch …" Satin said.

"... Warning us about the Bergens," Chenille finished.

Branch cleared his face, confused. "No, I don't." I perfectly remembered when Branch crashed Sir Clown's and Harley's party. Harley's birthday, their wedding day, and sadly, Sir Clown's funeral.

"Come on," I rolled my eyes. "We haven't seen a Bergen in twenty-years. They're not going to find us."

"No," Branch sharply said. "They're not going to find me, 'cause I'll be in my highly-camouflaged, heavily fortified, Bergen-proof, survival bunker."

"Wait-" I widened my eyes. Was he thinking what I was thinking? "You're not coming to the party tonight?"

"But it's gonna be the biggest …" Satin and Chenille began.

"The loudest …" D.J. Suki smiled, talking loudly.

"The craziest party ever!" Cooper exclaimed, and we ended in a cheer. It was going to be the biggest, loudest, craziest party ever, and I was hosting it. Since I'm the princess.

"Big?" Branch asked, cutting off our cheers. "Loud? Crazy? You're just going to lead the Bergens right to us!"

"Are you sure you want to invite this party-pooper to poop on your party?" Cooper asked me, sceptical. I grinned widely.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "I think everyone deserves to be happy!"

Branch scowled, but I wasn't going to back down now. "I don't do happy."

I walked over to him, the smile weakening. Still, I made sure there was kindness in my eyes.

"Branch," she said, "I know you have happiness inside you, you just need our help to find it." I pulled out an invitation from my hair and it flipped into a diorama. It was moving, a paper-made green troll with black hair singing, "Celebration freedom from the Bergens!" Branch still scowled, so I stood up on my tippy-toes, leaning forward, and smiled. It sprayed glitter from its eyes, as I had planned, and the glitter sprinkled on Branch's face. Still, he didn't flinch.

"Whaddya say, Branch?"

Branch ( finally! ) smiled and grabbed the diorama from me. He threw it on the floor and crushed it with his foot. It was as crushed as my hope for him actually being happy. I gasped, like the rest of the Snack Pack, and walked backwards, as if Branch was dangerous.

"I wouldn't be caught dead at your party," he said, wiping glitter from his face. Then he turned to me. "But you will be, caught and dead." I glowered at him, a bit vexed. I spent hours working on that diorama, hoping for the best, but it served me right to think that Branch would change. Ever since I learned to fluently talk, I've been giving him invites to parties and such, but he did the same thing every. Single. Time. It felt angry, which was rare, my eyebrows furrowing. Right when I was going to walk away, I heard an Australian accent and smiled to see my beau. Well, future beau.

"Whoa, easy," Creek, a purple Troll with sea-green hair, said. "Easy, Branch. Easy, brother." Apparently, a small bug was carrying him by his hair, and he nuzzled it goodbye as it flew away. Creek was like my beau, always flirting with me and being happy. I never met someone so calm and good my whole life, but for some reason, Branch always glowered whenever he saw me with him.

"Okay, first of all, mate," Creek walked over to Branch. "Thanks for sharing your unique perspective on things. Again." He turned to Biggie and Cooper, who laughed.

"But, just for now," Creek smiled, "why don't you try a little positivity, ay? A little positivity might go with that vest." He smiled and ( finally! ) so did Branch.

"Okay, fine," Branch said, "I'm positive you're all going to get eaten." Confused, I heard a ding and the bracelet around my wrist grew a familiar pink flower, enlightened my colour. That meant it was -

"Hug Time!" I exclaimed, happily. I joined hands with Creek, who smiled, too.

"It is Hug Time," Creek smoothly said as we repeated "Hug Time" and hugged each other. Branch, was in the centre, trying to run away and disperse from us. Branch finally pushed himself from the crowd and groaned. My invite was gone from the ground, by the time I went to go find him, and he was still standing there. It seemed as if I was very concerned about Branch's welfare, me walking over to him.

"Some day," he grunted, "when the Bergens find us and when the survival of every Troll is in your hands, I sure hope your answer is dancing, singing, and hugging, 'cause that's all you know how to do." I felt crushed, but Biggie stood by my side.

"That is not true," he defensively said. "Poppy can also scrapbook." Angry, Branch turned to me, a scowl written on his face.

"I can't believe you're going to be queen one day," Branch hissed, walking away. That hurt. Insecurity swam through my heart as I felt tears in my eyes. Branch really knew how to beat up a lass.

"Cheer now, Poppy," Creek said, smiling. "His negative vibrations - they're toxic. Some folks just don't want to happy."

"I guess," shrugged I, frowning. Creek touched my nose and smiled.

"You guessed right," he said. "Boop!" I grinned, knowing Creek would always be there for me.

There's my fanfiction you guys! Finally, I finished it, and now, here's the first chapter. Reviews are so very much appreciated, thank you!