Satin, Chenille, Biggie, Mr. Dinkles, Guy, Smidge, Legsly, and Tiny ran around backstage, looking for Branch.

Some of the rock trolls were wandering around, cleaning or just hiding from Barb.

A male rock troll tapped on a female's shoulder, "Yo, what's that?"

She looked over, clenching her fist, "They're Trolls!"

"Hey!" The male shouted at them.

The group froze in place and gasped, terrified.

"Only rock trolls are allowed back here." He eyed them suspiciously, as the girl was ready to attack.

Biggie bit his lip and quickly came up with an excuse. "Uh, we are- we are genuine hard rockers." He put his hands on his hips.

They all hopped down from where they stood and revealed their costumes.

Legsly had red lipstick, a lollipop, a black and white shirt with stretchy black pants. Guy was wearing black nerd frames and a glittery red sweater with "D" on it. Tiny was wearing a black leather jacket. Smidge wore some glittering black sunglasses. Biggie had an entire Elvis Presley centered outfit. Mr. Dinkles wore a black wig, and the twins wore cheerleader outfits with pom poms.

"We don't buy it." The girl glared at them.

Mr. Dinkles took lead, "A one, two, three, four!"

They all improvised, trying to do stereotypical rock things.

"Rainbows!"

Tiny looked at them with crazy eyes and looked like he had rabies.

"Unicorns!"

The twins glitched somehow.

"Everything nice, yeah!"

Smidge lifted herself up with her hair and growled.

"Brush your teeth!" The worm finished.

The male looked back and shrugged, "Cool."

The girl grinned and did the rock hand thingy, to show acceptance.

"Thank trolly heaven.." Satin sighed, out of breath.

The trolls quickly scattered and resumed their search for Branch.

"If I were that grumpy dude, but as a rock troll, where would I be?" Legsly stroked her chin, and used her legs to get a better view.

"Doing rock troll things." Tiny said smartly.

"Barb was calling the two useless..." Smidge thought.

"Yeah.." Guy raised his eyebrow at the short troll.

"Until she found Poppy to not be useless..." Smidge continued.

"What are you getting at?" Biggie tilted his head.

"So maybe he's been un-uselessed." Smidge finished, looking for the rockiest room in the place.

"What does that mean?" Chenille was confused.

"I don't know, maybe like training? Like what we did with him the other day with Peppy to teach him everything to know about Poppy." Smidge ran off, finding the room she had a feeling Branch was in.

"Oh, that lady smart." Tiny saluted Smidge, following after her.

Just as Smidge predicted, Branch was being lectured by Thrash (teleporting happy grandpa) in a dark room.

"BrooOOo, this stuff is boring. Why can't I just do whatever I want around here?" Branch groaned.

"Because that's not how things work around here." Thrash poked Branch's nose and tried getting attention back.

"Old man, even the pop trolls are more entertaining than you." Branch got up and went to walk away,

Thrash stepped in front of him and gave him an evil glare, "You're not leaving until your loyalty to the rock trolls is proven."

"But, like I didn't choose the rock side, I was kind of forced on to it. What if I don't want to be a-"

"You're staying here, and that's that." Thrash pulled him into a chair.

"Ugghhhh.." Branch sat in the chair backwards. He was losing interest in the rock troll life.

Watching the events take place, the Snack Pack kept close guard on themselves, hoping not to be caught.

Which that seemed to have failed when Satin felt a light tap on her shoulder.

"Hey-"

Satin screamed and was ready to punch the face behind her, who looked as scared as she was.

It was Riff.

Thrash glared at them, "Riff, what's going on out here?"

"Oh, well, uh-" Riff uncovered one of his eyes from his hat and winked at the pop trolls, "Barb requested Branch's presence for the concert finale."

"And who are these trolls?" Thrash squinted his eyes, struggling a little to get a clear image of them, because he's old.

Branch curiously looked over, and easily recognized his "former" friends. He cracked a small and sincere smile, but wiped it off before anyone could notice it.

"How could you not recognize me?" Tiny looked offended by not being known.

Thrash could kind of recognize Tiny's small shape from a previous encounter, "Wait-"

"Come on, Branch!" Riff hopped over to him and dragged him by his arm away, leading him with the others to an empty storage room, strangely large for a closet. It was really dark in there, nothing but Branch's eyes were visible.

"I've never been in here before." Riff searched the room for a light switch, only flinging their noses.

"Are you helping us?" Biggie asked Riff, a little surprised by his helpfulness.

"Duh," Riff nodded, "Being a rock troll is cool and all, but destroying the strings, brainwashing trolls," he gestured to Branch, "and trying to-" He found the light switch, and saw a horrendous sight.

The large closet was bigger than they had expected, much bigger, it wasn't even a closet as it was disguised to be. The room was filled with dozens of cages filled with the thought to be dead classical trolls.

"How are they all here? Alive?" Riff walked up to one and tapped their arm, frightening him. "How'd you all end up here? And when?"

The troll cleared his throat, and cautiously began to explain, trusting Riff by his friendly sounding tone, "W-We were all falling, and then we landed in the river, and some rock trolls found us all, nearly drowning to death, and brought us back here. They're refusing to let Trollzart know we're even alive." He sighed and slouched in the cage, and reached to hug the troll alongside him.

"You poor things," Legsly spring herself you the top of one of the cages and looked alongside the bars for the door. "I'll get you all free!"

"What if Barb finds out? She'll kill everyone for sure!" Biggie hyperventilated, and began to squeeze Mr. Dinkles for comfort.

"She isn't gullible," Branch added on to Biggie's worries.

"We could come back, after we revert Branch and Poppy back to their normal selves," Guy suggested.

"Well-" Branch tried to cut in the discussion.

"They could both help us!" Tiny finished Guy's idea, which everyone seemed to be in agreement on.

"But, I'm really not even-"

They all looked at him, waiting for him to finish what he was trying to say.

"I expected to be cut off again-" He nervously laughed it off, "I'm not entirely brainwashed. For me, it was just a reminder, bringing out the rock in me, I'll help, mostly because I care about Poppy more than anything else, and even though Poppy hurt me, it doesn't give me a right to be rude back. But getting Poppy back to herself is going to be harder, because this completely erased the pop troll inside of her. She's a full on rocker now. We'd have to do something huge to remind her of her true self."

Riff thought about it, knowing exactly how to fix her, "What did she care about the most?"

The Snack Pack all smugly grinned at Branch.

Branch blushed a little, and covered his face, "Me- she really loved me."

"Then you have to get her back!" Riff explained.

"How? Do you think she'd even want to listen to me? We've been so rude to each other." Branch sighed.

"Sing to her!" Satin easily answered.

"But it has to be something big! Something that will really bring out the pop in her." Chenille gave him a detailed description of what he should try.

"But he cant sing anything but rock, the strings were destroyed." Biggie reminded.

Branch dug through his hair, finding a crumpled up music sheet that had to have been many years old. "There was this one song, my dad would sing to my mom whenever she lost her temper, really bad. It wasn't just a pop song, or just a rock song, it was more of a pop and rock song." He looked over it, and ran off to the stage, to bring back his loved one.

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