A/N: I rewrote the ending of Trolls World Tour because, although I loved the movie, I do feel like the ending was a little frazzled and could've been better. And Justin Timberlake's song was TOO GOOD to just be a little side moment of Branch alone, like COME ON. SO yeah, here you go. There'll be more chapters coming soon but this is pretty much just how I think it should've been done. Hope you enjoy!

Poppy listened as Barb performed for the entirety of Trolldom. Her cage shook as the bass and drums pounded, spurred on by the roars of the rock trolls. She clutched at the metal bars, reminded of when she and her friends and family were trapped in the clutches of their old enemies. So many things had changed since then. But the feeling of failure gripped at Poppy's heart once again.

She thought of her friends, the snack pack, and her dad standing scared in the crowd behind her. And Branch- oh god- what if Barb had caught him too. He was right. She hadn't listened. To anyone. And now, her stubbornness would get every troll she loved- well, she didn't even know. Killed? It didn't matter. Barb had made it clear she would get rid of what made each of them different, one way or another.

Poppy gasped as Barb began to speak. "Give it up for your former leaders! Funk, country, techno, classical, and worst of all…" She jumped as her prison slowly turned around. "Pop."

Poppy was blinded by a set of spotlights shining on her before she saw everything. Every troll in the world was in a stadium made from a volcano. Each sectioned off by their music and in front of them, on the stage, were each of their leaders, trapped. Each and every one of them terrified. Poppy stared in horror.

Barb smirked at her then turned back to her subjects. A pick flew its way into her hands.

"Who wants to see what the ultimate power chord can do?" she yelled. The rock trolls cheered louder. Static electricity hung in the air as Barb pointed the neck of the guitar at Poppy. They stared at each other for a second, Barb smiling madly and Poppy pleading with her eyes. Poppy's world slowed down as she watched Barb bring down the pick.

'I'm sorry everyone.' She thought.

The chord blared throughout the stadium. Her father's "NO!" was drowned out by a bolt of black lightning shooting out and zapping the cage that held the Pop Queen. It fell to the ground with a smash and the chord faded. The stadium was silent.

"Poppy" Biggie whispered as he looked at the limp body of his friend, smoke drifting off of her. There were audible gasps throughout as she stirred. Slowly, she brought herself to stand up. There stood Poppy, wearing a black leather dress, fishnets, and black streaks in her hair. Her eyes glowed red with no pupils.

Suddenly, she threw her hand up in the air, her thumb wrapped around her middle fingers and the others in the air. The classic rock signal "Let's rock!" she screamed from the back of her throat.

The rock trolls screamed in victory as the others stood there horrified. "Yes! Now you're looking good, Popsqueak. Now, let's get this show going, huh?" said Barb before she threw the guitar at Poppy. Poppy caught it and immediately prepared to play, resting her fingers on the strings.

"Finish them." commanded the rock queen. Poppy turned to the pop section of the crowd, staring unblinkingly at her now former friends and family. With no hesitation, she positioned her fingers into a chord and raised her hand to play and end pop music forever.

"Poppy, stop!"

Everyone looked to the sky as a smiling hot air balloon came speeding in. Multiple Trolls jumped out of it before it crashed into the rock trolls area of the audience. It deflated and while it didn't injure anyone, it bought them time before Barb's subjects could overpower them.

Branch stood in front of Poppy, arms up in surrender. She remained where she was but paused in bringing her hand down.

"Poppy, please. I know you're in there. You can fight this!" Branch yelled. Barb then got over her initial shock. "Get him!" she ordered but her subjects were stuck either under a giant, fuzzy balloon or struggling against the K-Pop and Reggaeton trolls.

"I know you were just trying to be a good queen. I know that you can be." Branch spoke as he slowly took careful steps toward the pink troll. She gave no clue that she could hear him yet still didn't turn him into a zombie.

"Please, Poppy, come back to us. Come back to me."

Barb scowled. "That's it. Alright, pinkie, turn him into one of us. NOW!" She yelled. No one moved as Poppy stood there, completely still. Then, she shook her head and reset her hand in the air. She brought it down, intent clear.

"I know your favorite song."

She stopped fingers an inch from the strings. Branch stood there, unafraid, staring into her eyes as he sang to her.

"I hear it every day."

"What are you doing? Blast him!" Barb yelled.

"Whoever made your smile, made it to get in my way.

And every time you laugh, you make this little sound."

Branch looked down and smiled before looking up, nervous and blushing. Even the rock trolls that had been fighting had now stopped to listen to the pop troll's love ballad. Poppy's face finally showed some emotion as her mouth dropped. She shook her head again as her converted mind told her to follow Barb's order. Her eyes remained glowing red.

"It's just the hardest thing

To love you, but not know how."

Branch took a step forward, onto the stage. Poppy flinched back as she glared at him, confused.

"So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid

'Cause I've tried to forget you

But these things just don't go away"

Branch kept moving forward, looking her in her eyes. His hands trembled slightly at his side in fear but he continued to sing.

"I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me"

The smallest gasp emitted from Poppy. Finally, she relaxed her arm and brought it down to rest on the body of the guitar.

"If I didn't know better, then I would believe

That we were made for each other, but I'd know the truth

You're no good for me, I'm no good for you"

Poppy began to shake her head violently as her head fought over what she felt. The red glow of her eyes flickered and her head twitched from side to side.

"And I hate that you're perfect, you're perfect for me"

Branch stopped in front of her. She stopped moving as he stared into her red eyes, inches from her face.

"I hate that you're perfect, you're perfect for me."

Finally, the red faded from her eyes completely. Pink gazed back into blue as the sparkle that Branch had come to love returned in her eyes. The faded blue trolls reached and gently took Poppy's hand from the guitar and she dropped it onto the ground. They didn't hear the gasp from Barb as they both began to sing together, their voices mixing in a beautiful ballad, heard through the entire stadium.

"What good are words

When they always just get in our way?

And it hurts the most just to know

That you don't feel the same, the same

So sometimes, I get down on my knees

And I pray things will change

But life is what happens when things

They don't work out our way, our way"

They held each other's hands as they sang out their emotions. The rest of the world had faded from their perspectives, only seeing each other, and really listening.

"I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me"

They held the last note before letting it ring. Silence hung heavy in the air. Then, Queen Essence began to clap. King Quincy joined in then the snack pack and then everyone began to cheer and applaud the duo. Branch and Poppy looked back and forth between each other and the crowd, each smiling widely again and still holding hands.