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poppibranchlover · 4 years ago

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Nine Lives, One Fight - Part 32

The story: Deep in the forest of Troll Town, there lies a mysterious tiny purple mushroom that has a secret magical ability. King Peppy calls this mushroom forbidden for all Trolls to go near it. One day, while Branch is out in the woods doing his survival research studying, he encounters it and, not knowing it is a regular mushroom, decides to harvest it and bring it home. But in the next morning, its magic effects transform him into a small blue cat! After being sent to the animal pound, his girlfriend, Poppy, finds him and decides to adopt him, although not recognizing it is Branch. Desperate to finish his research project due for a special event invented by Poppy, Branch is forced to learn how to behave like a pet cat and must figure out what caused him to become one.

You already seen what had happened in Part 31. Now get ready for Part 32!:

Branch ran through the woods as fast as he could, gasping for breath as Garth and Clayton tried to catch up to him as they angrily waved their animal-snatching equipment in their hands.

He did his best to get away, but the determined Animal Control officers were gaining on him. He tried not to look back at them as he kept sprinting on his four paws.

As Branch continued racing forward...

CRASH!!!

He ran straight into a tree. Looking behind him, he gasped and saw the two Trolls coming to him. He frantically searched for a place to hide, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air.

Finally, Branch stopped near a bush to catch his breath. He kept looking over his shoulder to see if the Animal Control workers are still approaching, and that is when he did saw them.

He frantically looked around for something big to hide. Without much hesitation, Branch made a leap for the bush and wriggled his way in just before Garth came here first.

When he looked around the area, Branch was nowhere to be found. “Hey! Where did he go?” he yelled.

He and his partner approached the shrub, desperately searching for the runaway kitten. They looked everywhere, but thanks to the bush being more easier for Branch to fit in, they couldn’t find him.

Garth turned to his partner for assistance. “Clayton, help me look around,” he told him. “See if there’s any sign of that cat!”

Clayton quickly saluted. “Roger that!” he said. Then he walked away to the furthest part of the woods.

As soon as his partner was gone, Garth proceeded to search around the bush, clearly sensing Branch’s presence. He held his metal restrainer upwards as he walked around, looking for the tiny blue cat.

In his bush, Branch cautiously peeked out and saw him coming for him. He quickly managed to keep quiet and hidden as the green Troll suddenly heard a bushy rustle.

Garth stared at the bush. Raising an eyebrow, he wondered if Branch was really inside there. He started to approach it slowly, armed with his weapon.

“They say cats have nine lives,” he sneered. “Why don’t we see if it’s true?”

Peeking out of his bush, Branch whimpered in fear when Garth crept to where he was hiding. He backed away into his hiding spot as firmly as possible, cowering.

“Here, kitty kitty,” Garth called as he kicked a pebble, sending it rolling across the grass and stopping in front of the bush. “Here, little kitty kitty kitty.”

The Animal Control officer was closing in as Branch hid behind the shrub. He had to think of something or else he’ll get strangled by the Troll’s restrainer again. Rubbing his chin, he started thinking. “How can I hold him off?” he wondered, staring furiously at Garth, who had stopped here and looked around in silence.

Peeking out from his hiding place, Branch had an idea. He stared down at Garth’s leg and crouched down, ready for the right moment to pounce. Just as the officer was about to see that something’s behind that bush, Branch immediately jumped out and lunged for his leg, biting, scratching and hissing!

CHOMP!!!

“OOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!” Garth screamed as he got bitten in the leg. “GET OFF ME, CAT!!! GET YOUR FILTHY TEETH OFF OF ME!!!”

Branch didn’t care. He latched tightly onto the Troll’s leg, pulling his pants with his sharp teeth as he hissed and snarled furiously. “HIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!! MEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWRRR, MEEEEEOOOOWWWRRRRR!!!”

He fought back with the Animal Control officer as he violently pulled his pants hard, causing them to rip! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!

Finally, Garth fell to the ground, and Branch saw the opportunity to get away. He let go of the Troll’s leg and retreated, holding a ripped part of his pants in his mouth.

When Branch was in a safer distance away from the defeated Animal Control officer, he struck a brave pose, looking over his shoulder and spitting the torn piece of pants out onto the ground. “PFFT-OOO!!!”

Then he sat down and cleaned himself, licking his paw.

Finally, he stood on his four legs and scurried away.

After Branch got away, Garth struggled to his feet and watched him go. Now bruised, capless, insane and furious, he stood up with the intense refusal to lose sight of him. He glared at the direction that he was heading for, holding out his metal restrainer.

Narrowing his eyes and almost linking his red eyebrows together in anger, Garth growled, straightening a menacing look in his eyes. “GRRRRRRR!!! You will never get away with this!” he shouted. “This needs to stop!”

Then he charged forward with the restrainer in his hands, yelling like a crazed Troll.

Running across the forest, Branch looked behind him to see that Garth was still gaining on him. He gasped when he saw the crazed look on his face. That Troll was now a maniac, and he had nothing in the world to lose!

Branch wanted to do something to get away easily, but it was as if he was running for his entire life. All he was managing to do was look back at him in horror and keep on sprinting. Once he kept going, he refused to stop. He bravely ran, passing through bushes and trees and jumping over some big rocks in a desperate attempt to lose sight of Garth.

After a few moments of running around the forest, Branch saw a familiar-looking rock with a periscope on top of it in the distance. He quickly ran towards the big rock and immediately recognized it.

Branch gasped. “MY BUNKER!!!” he cried, panting from all that running. That is just what he needed to get away! Hiding in his heavily-fortified underground bunker is always the perfect spot to be safe!

Reaching toward his beloved home, Branch frantically looked around for anything to open his secret entrance. He scratched his claws against the rock, wondering what to do. “How can I get inside quickly?” he asked himself.

Turning to the corner of his bunker, he spotted his emergency lever encased in a glass box. The white sign with red words on top of it says:

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, BREAK GLASS

“Aha!” Branch cried triumphantly as he saw it.

There was no time to lose. He quickly climbed up the corner of the bunker and reached for the lever, kicking the glass box with his back legs. “HEE-YAH!!!” he yelled as he kicked the glass hard, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

Now that the lever was free from the glass, Branch grabbed it with his mouth and pulled it upwards.

Once the emergency lever is activated, a siren went off in the bunker. It rose up from the roof of the rock and a red light began to flash.

WEEEEEEEEE-WOOOOOOO!!! WEEEEEEEEE-WOOOOOOO!! WEEEEEEEEE-WOOOOOOO!!!

As the bunker siren wailed, the brown GO AWAY! mat slowly started to open, ready for emergency hiding mode. Branch hopped out of the corner and prepared to take a dive into the mat.

But...

WOOOOOOOOO....

The mat suddenly slammed shut, and the siren died down and descended back inside the roof. Stunned, Branch looked up at the disappeared siren. What caused the emergency hiding mode to come to a dead stop? Could the lever be malfunctioning?

No, it couldn’t be. Branch looked behind him and saw Garth pulling the emergency lever down, deactivating its process. He glared down at him, and he gasped in horror.

The mad Animal Control officer slowly approached him with his metal restrainer. Branch panicked and tried to run away. He scurried to the right corner of his bunker, struggling to make his way through this shrub as the green Troll was closing in on him.

Branch frantically tried to scratch the thick plants away with his claws, but they were so big that there is no room to get away. “HELP!!!” he screamed, waving his paws around the plants. However, there was nowhere to run! He was trapped!

“STOP!!! You are going NOWHERE!!!” Garth shouted. “I’ve had enough!” He grinned menacingly, thinking he finally had the cat where he wanted him.

The Animal Control officer raised his metal restrainer, ready to strike. Branch screamed and froze in fear as he prepared to meet his end. “Aaaah! No, no, no, no, no, no!” he pleaded, closing his eyes and cowering.

“This ends here and NOW!!!” Garth yelled, striking his restrainer forward. But then he was stopped by a loud female cry.

“STOP!!!”

Branch’s ears suddenly straightened up to hear this familiar shout. He looked behind Garth and saw Poppy and her friends climbing off the back of DJ Suki’s wooferbug and approaching him.

Poppy bravely stepped forward, confronting the Animal Control officer. “Back off!” she yelled, full of fierce determination. “That’s my boyfriend!”

Garth stared at her in disbelief. “Are you out of your mind, lass?” he demanded.

Poppy looked defiant. “You don’t understand! He is cursed under a magic spell!”

“No, he’s not! You must be crazy!” Garth shouted, still unable to believe her. He pointed his restrainer at Branch. “We have to take him away for good! Your cat seems to have a behavioral disorder that can’t be stopped!”

“Meow!” Branch cried, scared at being captured once more. Poppy looked down at him and can see the fear in his eyes.

The pink Troll glared at Garth. “I’ll not let you kill him!” she said, feeling like she was about to cry. “You have to believe me! He’s the village’s bunker Troll!” She didn’t want her boyfriend to get hurt, and she wanted him safe in her arms.

Furious, Garth aimed his restrainer at Branch. “NO!!!” Poppy screamed. “Branch! Come here!”

“Meow!” Branch responded back to her. He ducked away from the mighty swing of the metal pole and quickly ran up to Poppy, jumping into her arms.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” Garth shouted as he missed his chance to capture him.

Poppy hugged Branch tight, comforting him. He was so scared. Really scared. “Oh, Branch! Are you hurt?” she said, relieved that he is fine. “I’m so worried about you! Everyone else was!” It was the first time she didn’t call him by his pet nickname, Mr. Tickle, because she had now recognized who the cat really is.

Branch hugged her back, snuggling into the comfort of her warm hands. “Meow!! Meeeeeeooooowww!!!” he meowed, shivering with fear.

“Shhh! It’s okay!” Poppy told him gently, soothing him and rocking him to and fro like a baby. “I got you. Let’s turn you back now!” Then she began to walk away from Garth, cradling Branch in her arms.

“No!” the Animal Control officer fumed as he started toward Poppy and Branch, but Cooper got in his way. The pink giraffe Troll was holding a black-colored baseball bat with an image of a skull with crossbones and a thought bubble that is marked X in it.

“Hey, did I ever tell you I love your secret locker?” said Cooper, blocking Garth’s view with his long neck. “Do you kept any unconditional love in you?”

“Outta my way, bumpkin!” Garth snapped, trying to get around the special Troll. But Cooper shuffled along, matching his every move, keeping him from getting to Poppy and Branch.

“Ever heard of the Troll who forgets something in your room?” Cooper chattered. “Truth is...he lost his keys in the restroom! Haha!”

“NO! NO! NO!” shouted Garth, looking so ill-tempered. “You can’t talk to me like that! Get out of here!” He still tried to get to the pink Troll and the little cat, but Cooper was right there, still blocking him.

“Okay then,” Cooper said with a shrug. Then he held up his baseball bat, ready to hit. “Well, forget about your feelings!”

With a mighty yell, he smacked the Animal Control officer in the face with his bat!

WHAM!!!

Knocked out, Garth tumbled to the ground and fainted with a silly expression on his face.

“There!” Cooper said with a goofy smile. “Nothing to see here! HAHAHA!!!” He pranced around, laughing.

Guy Diamond stepped forward and congratulated his friend for distracting that Troll. “Cool! Excellent job, Cooper!” he cheered.

“It’s all thanks to the Forget-Me-Stick!” the giraffe-like Troll said, grinning and doing a funky little move while holding his special baseball bat. “The one of a kind stick that helps Trolls forget what they saw!”

Guy and Cooper giggled and bumped fists at each other, happy that they’ve finally saved Branch from that nasty Animal Control worker.

To Be Continued...

Stay tuned for Part 33!

#dreamworks trolls #branch #cat #cat branch #branch the cat #poppy #cat branch story #nine lives one fight #fanfiction #animal control #garth #clayton #biggie #cooper #smidge #guy diamond #dj suki

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diyunho · 8 years ago

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The Joker x Reader -“Obsession”

The Joker has an obsession: you. He doesn’t really need another one added to the pile but…anyway, here it is. Brace yourself you lucky girl - you’re in for a treat.

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– He keeps on dropping things on purpose so you can pick them up, this way he can stare at your butt.

You know, for being the Joker, your boyfriend is pretty clumsy: he keeps on dropping stuff all the time. Like, right now, he just dropped his pen and you are fast to bend over and get it for him.

Intense purring immediately follows.

– J took you shopping and you were so excited when you smelled “Gucci Guilty” for men. You thought it’s a divine scent and he got 10 bottles without you knowing, replacing his current cologne with the Gucci one. He has those stashed all over the place while he still keeps in sight his usual fragrance: Clive Christian - “No.1” .

You have a feeling he smells like “Gucci Guilty”.

“Are you wearing Gucci Guilty?” you sniff the air around him with a huge smile on your face.

“Nope,” The Joker keeps on piling up money in boxes, trying to ignore you.

“Are you sure?” the insistent question pops up because you got a vibe you’re onto something here.

“I think I know since I’m the one that put it on, hm? Stop pestering me!!!” he barks your way and you just turn around, biting on your lip, stricken with fascination: your boyfriend does smell like GG, no point in denying it. Where is the damn bottle? (Well… bottles, but you have no clue there are 10 of them).

– You love knives; they are your favorite weapons. Mister J believes it’s classy as hell: in a world of guns, his girl is sooo stylish using sharp blades. You don’t know yet, but he ordered 50 personalized gold plated knives with your initials on them. He plans to give them to you for your 2 year anniversary.

* J totally loves it when you use him as target practice: such a turn on when the blades shriek by him, he gets very impatient.

“Don’t move, baby, I wouldn’t wanna cut something you might need to use later, hm?” you always wink at him, teasing even more just because you can.

Your boyfriend loves guns. So you will surprise him for you 2 year anniversary with a special gift: you will order 20 personalized guns for him from the place that all Gotham’s underworld knows about. Upfront they sell jewelry but the basement it’s a different story.

“I want to order 20 customized guns: half green, half purple background, gold plated,” you start your order.

“Sure, may I ask who they’re for? We can personalize even more,” the guy offers, pointing towards the multitude of catalogues lying around.

“Daddy,” you reply, absent minded since some fancy grenades caught your eye.

“How old?”

“Ummm…Probably… around 39,” you debate, deep in thought.

“Oohhh, OK,” the seller finally understands.”Got’cha!”

You smack your lips and it clicks for the person.

“Hold on, is the order for Mister J ?”

“Of course it’s for him, who else?!” you frown, irritated by the question.

“Oh my God, so sorry, I didn’t recognized you with this purple hair!”

“Whatever!” you grumble, grouchy he needed so many hints to figure it out.

“Would you also like to add his logo on all the guns?”

You roll your eyes, exasperated:

“Well, duh, HE IS The Joker, isn’t he???!!!!”

“Such a Goddam temper,” he thinks, aiming not to annoy you since you are famous for your short fuse.

* You totally love it when J uses you as target practice: such a torn on when the bullets shriek by your ears, you get very impatient.

“Don’t move, Pumpkin, I wouldn’t want to shoot something you might need later, yes?” and he always takes his shirt off, teasing even more just because he can.

– He likes to watch you sleep. Sometimes The Joker spends hours just staring at you. One night he cut off a small strand of your hair and hid it in the nob of his favorite cane since it’s hollow, this way he always has a piece of you with him. He detests being so infatuated but he can’t help it.

You like to watch your boyfriend sleep; you spend hours just staring at him. One night you cut off a strand of his hair and hid it in the pendant he gave you last year and never part with, this way you always have a piece of him with you. You hate it that you are so infatuated but can’t help it.

And you love his hands. When he’s asleep, you just like to look at his fingers, pressing your palm against his, caressing the soft skin. Sometimes he wakes up.

“What are you doing, Princess?” he opens just one eye, not knowing what’s going on.

“Nothing,” you are fast to reply, kissing his knuckles and keeping one of his hands prisoner for the rest of the night.

– Once every 3 months or so, your boyfriend is in a good mood so you try to take advantage of the rare occurrence. This time, for example, you convinced J to let you put makeup on him because you want to have an idea on how he looked like before the “Ace Chemicals” incident. A little bit of foundation to cover the scars and tattoos, bringing the skin and lips to a natural tone plus a dark blonde wig with a similar haircut to cover the toxic green locks.

“Wow, you were so gorgeous before too!” you gasp, admiring your work and how flawless The Joker seems. In your opinion, of course; Batsy wouldn’t share the same belief.“So this is how you looked like before?!”

“More or less,” he smirks, loving to see you so worked up about the whole thing. “Can’t argue with that statement though, I am a very good looking guy.”

You take a picture of him like that and set it up as your new screensaver, gulping when he gets up all shirtless, taking the wig off, being done with the experiment. A miracle doesn’t last for long - just like his patience.

“I’m gonna go and wash this stuff off,” he stretches and heads towards the bathroom when you block his way.

“Noooot so fast, handsome. I was kind of thinking to have a one night stand with this stranger I’ve just met,” you lock your arms around his neck, determined to have fun with him like that.

“Well, this stranger’s services are very expensive. I come with a high price. Still interested?” The Joker grumbles in your ear because he doesn’t want to say no to some crazy stuff for sure.

You just snicker and push him on the couch, starting to undress.

* Later you both go to one of your clubs to enjoy a night out. While you change your dress in the VIP room upstairs, one of the waitresses brings J his drink, thinking she can finally get you in trouble with your man. She despises you but you wouldn’t know since you never pay attention to those girls.

“E-hem, Mister J?…” she clears her throat, getting ready to talk crap.

“What?” he snarls, watching over the club from behind the smoky windows.

“Sir, I’m sorry to bring the bad news, but I think your girlfriend is cheating on you,” she blurs out and he lifts his chin up to finally look at her.

“Is she?”

“Yes, Mister J, I saw it with my own eyes. Y/N keeps on glaring at the screen saver she has on her phone; definitely not your picture sir. I caught her kissing the image and she turned off the cell right away, pretending nothing happened.”

He sighs, tapping his cane on the floor.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir, I swear!” a smile appears on her face, happy you are probably a goner now.

“That woman! How dares she?!” J huffs and pushes her away, then strolls upstairs while she silently follows.

He barges in the VIP room, slamming the silver door behind him.

“Almost done, baby,” you cheerfully announce, putting on another coat of mascara.

“Who is that asshole on your phone?” he raises his voice and the waitress bites on her nails, enticed at your misfortune.

“Umm…My boyfriend?” you giggle and turn to face him, wondering if you’re playing roles again.

“Boyfriend?! How dare you sleeping with somebody else behind my back, huh?” and he tosses the cane to the floor with all his strength, making the woman jump on the other side of the door.

Oh, she’s gonna get it ! she victoriously chuckles to herself, silently clapping.

You are going to get it, but not in the way she thinks.

“I couldn’t help it,” you play along, not having a clue about what’s going on but if he wants to go this way, heeeeyy, works for you.

“You are so paying for this, nobody cheats on me!!!!” J yells, starting to rip your dress off while you do the same with his shirt.

She’s going to pay for it ! I hope he kills her, the woman gets all excited, waiting for the bad turn she is responsible for.

You are going to pay for it, but not in the way she thinks.

She hears a loud thud, your scream and The Joker grunting, then …moans?!

What the hell is going on?! she wonders, baffled, still listening at the door for a few more moments before leaving.

Needless to say nobody saw her again after that night. Who knows what happened? People disappear all the time, right?

– You can fix things and J goes insane for it. He breaks shit on purpose. “Doll, we have a water leak under the kitchen sink !” he shouts and places his elbows on the table, waiting for you.

“Again?!” you reply from the balcony, but go and get the tool box so you can take a look. You get under the sink and begin to work on the problem.

Intense purring immediately follows.

You don’t know how, but something always breaks around the penthouse. It’s a mystery since everything is the best quality money can buy. Like, why do you have another water leak under the sink?! You just had one two days ago. And The Joker is purring so loud. Why is he all excited about?!

– You love huskies so J got you a puppy. Best present ever! Since you love Japanese names, you named the fur ball Yuki. The first trick you taught your doggie makes you melt when you watch it in action:

“Yuki, go bite Daddy!” The puppy jumps from your lap and charges at your boyfriend, grabbs his shoelace and pulls on it while growling up a storm:

“Grrrrrrr!!! Grrrrr!!! Grrrrrr!!!!”

J would love to break its neck, but how can you kill something that kind of growls like you?!

“Cut it out, mutt !” he threatens but bends over to pet the puppy. He hears you whistling with admiration.

“Wow, nice ass baby!”

* The puppy likes to sleep on your tummy. You are watching a movie with J and it’s boring so you need something more interesting to see.

“Yuki, go bite Daddy!” The doggie’s ears go straight up and he rushes to get the enemy, pulling on the t-shirt he didn’t take off yet.

“Grrrrrr!!!! Grrrrr!!!! Grrrrrr!!!!!!!!!”

“So annoying!” The Joker complains, but caresses the fluffy pest and as a response he gets licked all over his face. And barked at too, in between.

You are absolutely and utterly thrilled.

“Now I have two sets of blue eyes I adore,” you grin with admiration, and your boyfriend doesn’t like that.

“I’m the only one you adore. Period,” and he starts growling.

Yuki’s tail wiggles with eagerness while jumping up and down by The Joker.

“Grrrr!!! Grrrrrr!!! Grrrrr!!”

J growls some more; Yuki is stunned and continues to growl also.

“Are you two having a contest?” you start laughing, reaching over to separate the two feisty males. The puppy cuddles in your arms, barking at his other owner.

When The Joker’s arm reaches towards you, Yuki hops on it, keeping it in place, not having any of it.

“Stop it, mutt ! I need my girl!”

His fingers are softly getting chewed on and more growling follows.

“Seriously?! I want to have sex with my woman, get lost!” and Yuki gets lift up and locked outside the master bedroom, but not before it gets more petting and squeezing. His intention was to break the puppy’s neck, but how can you kill something that kind of growls like you?!

– J hopes you are not going to notice how much he’s obsessed with you. It will get to your head and he already spoils you too much.

You hope that your boyfriend won’t notice how obsessed you are with him. It will get to his head and you already indulge his every whim. Even if he is soooo clumsy. Like, right now, J just dropped his gun and you are quick to bend over and get it for him.

Intense purring immediately follows.