Hello, all. Thank you for reading my first ever Trolls Fan Fiction. I saw the movie last month on Netflix and somehow became obsessed. This idea randomly came to mind, so I hope you all enjoy it! Please help me keep these characters in character if I stray away from their character. I am still new to their universe, so I haven't had much time to fully absorb their personalities yet.

I know this chapter is short, but I hope that the next few chapters will be a bit longer. I know I struggle with descriptions of "action" scenes, so please tell me how I did here. Do you understand what's happening? Please and thank you!

Also, if you are looking for some Breek (Branch / Creek), you will not find that here. Creek has no interest in that in my fic. However, I'll make sure to add some Broppy (Branch x Poppy) later. ;D

Enjoy!

Falling. That was the sensation and adrenaline that filled his body. Shrieks of terror escaped his lips, as he watched the night sky grow further and further away from his grasp. Chef, who's cries drummed his ears below him, had lost grasp of the purple troll's tiny body. If he didn't act fast, he was going to become the living hill's lunch. There was one realization that the purple troll had discovered within himself a day ago: he didn't want to die. He'd do absolutely anything to prevent this from happening. He'd even betray his own friends just to keep himself breathing.

So, as he continued falling, this realization powered his will to act with great dexterity to keep himself alive. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he made a loud whistle, calling for his beetle companion. He then extended his hair to both of his sides to grip each end of the hill's mouth. His hair could barely reach each end of the mouth. Rapidly, his hair slid against the edges. He couldn't stop his fall.

Glancing downward, Creek found sight of the uvula. It was just within his reach. Quickly, he cradled his arms around it, causing the hill to start gagging. Air pressure began to fill the inside of the mouth, pushing the uvula upward. This was his chance. Creek mentally timed the coughs, launching himself off of the hill's uvula with his hair at the beginning of its next great choke. He flew high into the air, straight out of the hill's mouth. Although he was free from it's mouth, he wasn't free from falling.

Creek whistled again, hoping his little friend would hear his calls. As if on cue, a beetle swept in above him, latching onto the tip of his hair. It continued to fly away from the hill, buzzing it's wings as rapidly as its body would allow. With a heavy sigh, the purple troll glanced up at the beetle.

"Thank you for the daring rescue, my friend," Creek muttered, attempting to catch his breath.

The beetle made a few squeaks and clicks in response.

Glancing all around him, the purple troll could spot Bergen Town in the distance. "There!" Creek exclaimed. "Bring me to the Troll Tree. I need to speak with Poppy."

The beetle made a short squeak, bringing them towards the ground.

"No, I said bring us to the Troll Tree! I need to speak with Poppy!"

As if he said nothing, the beetle brought him into a gentle landing. After releasing Creek from its grip, it landed on a nearby leaf and began to eat. It filled its tummy with as much greenery as it could get it's grubby legs on.

Shifting his eyes towards the beetle, Creek let out a small sign, letting a small chuckled follow after. "Well, my friend, I guess you do deserve some nourishment after that act of bravery you performed back there."

Turning himself around, Creek found a small puddle of water. He knelt down and splashed some of it into his face, washing away the hill's spit and germs. His reflection looked back at him in the puddle. His hair was unkempt, but that was easily fixable with a comb he conveniently kept hidden away in his hair. He began to fix his hair, eyeing his reflection with uncertainty.

Just a few days ago, he was the center of attention at Troll Village. He was the source of zen and positivity. All the trolls seemed to love him, and he loved all of their attention. But an act of desperation changed all of that. He really didn't want to die, and he wished Poppy could've understood that. With high hopes in his heart, he hoped that Poppy could give him a second chance after he explained himself. She always tried to see the light in everything. Second chances was something she was always willing to give. With her approval, the trolls had to accept him as well.

With himself all cleaned up, Creek pointed to his reflection with a smile, "Now there's that handsome little troll."