Keep Your Head Up, Movin' On

by ZibbZibbs

Summary:

After his own death, Veneer comes to terms with death and being a ghost, but a stir up during his funeral leaves him to think in a whole new light. His beliefs change, and with some help, he finds out things are not what they seem.

Notes:

The song the classical trolls are playing is def Amor Eterno because my Hispanic ass says so. Also I didn't beta read this lol spelling mistakes incoming

Chapter 1: Sayonara

 

  I despised the feeling of the dark. It was one of my biggest fears. Mount Rageous was always gleaming with lights; bright. Often, I’d go out to feel the fresh air on my skin and enjoy the chills it would send up my spine. The ability to truly be able to communicate with others; it was something that I’d always miss. Spending time with my family was something I could no longer do. Perhaps I took it for granted. You never really know what you have until it’s too late. 

 

  There is one thing that I found crystal clear. I do not remember how I died. It’ll remain a huge mystery to me until I can possibly remember something. Though, for now, I have nothing. Believing in ghosts was never my forte. For as long as I can remember, I refused to believe they existed. You could obviously say I was wrong about that. The hardest thing has been seeing how my death affected everyone. Mostly the people who actually cared. 

 

  After my sudden death, Floyd was freed from the imprisonment my sister and I gave him. Seeing him with his brothers again was great, especially after my idiotic hesitance before when he begged to be let go. I don’t know why I didn’t let him right there and then. Maybe I was just scared of my sister. Maybe I didn’t want to let him go. Velvet was out all the time and he kept me company. He and his brothers were kind enough to even fund a funeral for me. I would’ve never expected that in a million years. The date for the funeral was in about a day, so I guess I’d have to be ready to watch myself be buried. 

 

  Velvet had gone straight to prison after Brozone had spoken about Floyd’s kidnapping, and she whined to my parents until they bailed her out of jail. There was a lot of protesting against this, but in the end the court accepted. She was freed not long after the whole ordeal and has been cooped up in our parent’s house. Everytime I see Vel she looks more and more messed up. I’m not sure how she feels about my death, but the media blames her for a lot of things I don’t understand. She may have been scary, but she was still my sister either way. 

 

  From what everyone has been saying these past two weeks, my death was a suicide. They found a gun by my side when inspecting my body and a handwritten letter to Velvet. It was quickly ruled as a suicide, then the case was closed. This information was surprising to many. I was such an arrogant asshole, you never would have thought I’d do something like that. As desperate as I am to try and connect or communicate in some way, I can’t. Whenever I reach out to someone, all they feel is a chill down their spine or a colder feeling. I long to have someone see me again. The fame, I missed it dearly. Being in the spotlight so long…it hurts when you couldn’t be in it any longer. I was withering away by the second. What do I do now? I’m stuck like this forever. I’m no longer important. I don’t understand why I can’t just move on. It’s as if something is keeping me from moving on. 

 

  Besides the lack of memory I have and more, there are some things that are pretty great about ghosts. For one, you can communicate with other ghosts. I guess I was overexaggerating when saying how alone one could be. What I meant was that things weren’t the same when it’s some random stranger blabbering on about their past life. It especially gets annoying when you're a “new specter,” and you were all over the news because of your fame. It pisses me off everyday having to deal with questions about my riches and so-called suicide. 

 

  Currently, I was watching Velvet munch on a bowl of crisp, colorful cereal while watching a documentary. Something I forgot to mention: Ghosts cannot eat. We can still feel the hunger, but we’re never really hungry. I miss the feeling of eating to my heart’s content. At that moment the urge to snatch the bowl away raced in my mind, but I stopped myself quickly, reminding myself I wouldn’t be able to eat it anyway. Saddened, I rolled around on her fluffy carpet before flinching at the sound of the door. It was Orchid; Velvet’s girlfriend. I didn’t know her all too well, but she was a nice girl from what I remember. 

 

  “Hey, you made it..!” I listened to the conversation intently, but was disturbed when Velvet had to pause the show to say hello. Orchid smiled at my sister and hopped onto the bed with her. I put a finger to my mouth and gagged. “Gross! Get a room you two! Oh, wait..” Sometimes, it still hasn’t processed in my mind that I’m really dead. They can’t see me. One thing I could be glad about was that Orchid makes my sister happy during these times. When she was able to come around, Vel was happier. I decided it was best to leave them be, even if they couldn’t see me. 

 

  Phasing through the wall was another thing I was going to have to get used to. It was an awesome ability, but one does get used to using doors. Walking through the house was calming. I did miss it when my mother would call me randomly to help her clean up. I may be older now, but to her I was still some teenage boy. Was. My footsteps paused when I heard my mother’s cries. Turning to see her in tears was heartbreaking. She had been cutting up some vegetables, but stopped. My father hugged her from behind and quietly told her everything was going to be okay. It would be a lie if I said it didn’t hurt. Nobody liked that feeling. 

 

  My whole life I ran away from my problems, but death was different. The unbearable feeling led me outside. The backyard was nothing special. It had some lights for when I’d visit. My parents were well aware of my fear of the dark and put some lighting in order to brighten it up. Velvet often told me it was a childish fear. Now all I hear when she’s out here is how much she wants to hear me whine about the dark again. She was against the idea of Brozone giving me a funeral, but our parents told her to be grateful for the opportunity. I’d have to wait and see how the event goes tomorrow. Mentally prepare myself for the sight too. The viewing was already horrifying enough. My lifeless body was terrifying to look at. I was so dull and no longer shining like the star I was before. Then the amount of crying from not just my family, but surprisingly some of the trolls as well. It only brought me more guilt from being such a monster to Floyd. 

 

  In the end, the morning came, and after falling asleep on the itchy couch my parents owned, I stood by and watched them get dressed for the occasion. Vel wouldn’t stop rummaging through her things all morning. When my parents were all finished, Velvet mentioned that she was going to stay behind and arrive with Orchid. Reluctantly, they both agreed, knowing her mind was taking it differently than everyone else. I noticed she was set on finding a bunch of things, placing a shit ton of papers on her dresser and continuing her search. As messed up as it was, I decided to fuck with her a bit, putting a hand on her back and watching as she jumped and looked over her shoulder. 

 

  “Fucking chills..” Her eyes loomed over the room and she turned back. I groaned at the sight. She was going to be here a while and I didn’t want to wait. My parents were already leaving, so I might as well leave along with them. I phased through the car door and snickered deviously, getting comfortable and watching us pull out of the driveway. 

 

  The place where everything was being held wasn’t as far as I thought. It was surprisingly closeby. It would make it easier to visit at least. The amount of trolls there to pay respects made me sick. The guilt made me sick. After most of Mount Rageous found out about my sister and I, they became hateful. Some would say that I was lucky enough to die before the truth was found, others say good riddance. It isn’t like I minded, but seeing how many still remained filled me with guilt. The most I could do was sigh and look at the variety of people there. I was able to make out Queen Poppy and her sister; Viva. They were both wearing something black, yet colorful like most of the trolls in the little area. Then I saw them. Brozone. 

 

  At that moment, they were still setting things up. Slowly things were beginning to come together nicely. I was still confused on how this was able to be put together. It wasn’t long before more guests were beginning to arrive. Then, soon enough, I watched my own casket being pulled in. The sight was horrifying, I won’t lie about that, but deep down I got a bad feeling. It felt wrong. The Queen and her sister were trying to cheer my parents up while some classical trolls began to play heartfelt music. When the coffin was placed down, I walked up to it, my own eyes filled with fresh tears. Was this really it? I’d never be able to communicate with my friends and family again? 

 

  There were some protests going on outside with many rageons. I would’ve said it was disrespectful of them to crash my own funeral, but after what I did I guess they had the right to. Though, I could care less about them right now. The people that mattered most were the ones that knew me as myself; Veneer. Not just some famous pop star that stole the talent of a troll to get to the top. I wanted my family to feel at peace, but I assumed it was going to be a long while before I got to see that. They were about to begin the ceremony. Where was Velvet? Did she decide not to attend? 

 

  The sun used to be what filled me with comfort and warmth, now I couldn’t even feel its rays of sunlight. Many began to give my parents their condolences whilst throwing white or red roses into the six foot hole that was made for my casket. Speeches were given out, but the one from Floyd made me feel different. I couldn’t explain the expression in my face and eyes. 

 

  “My name is Floyd. Some of you may know me from Brozone– or not. Anyway, we’ve gathered here to pay respects to one very special person. I want everybody here including the people protesting on the outskirts to listen closely. I have no feelings of anger toward Veneer or even Velvet. My belief is that people can change. Veneer proved that to me, but I’d rather not share my personal experiences. The most I will say is that many of you see him and his sister as villains, and maybe that should be the way I should be seeing them too, but I refuse to. They chose a dream to achieve, and they did it. Whether it was a bad thing or not shouldn’t matter right now. Even to some people.” He glared at his brothers and looked back down at his shoes. Floyd was never one to make eye contact. I snickered at the stutters he let out every now and then. 

 

  “Maybe if I knew him better, I could’ve possibly prevented this outcome. I want to believe he wished to be friends, but now I’ll..never really know. I will say I would’ve accepted in a heartbeat.” He let out a soft chuckle that put a small smile on everyone’s faces; including my parents. “So, without further ado, I think it’s time we–” He was never able to finish that speech. A yell from afar caused a scare. 

 

  It was Velvet. She was waving around a packet of paper while Orchid and Kid Ritz followed close behind her. They looked like they were trying to calm her, but she would whack them before continuing on. Everyone was curious why she was interrupting in such a disrespectful and angered tone. Even our parents were shocked to see how Velvet was acting. 

 

  “It wasn’t a suicide!! I-I have proof! He was killed! Murdered! Please!!” 

 

  My eyes went wide. What did she mean? What is she saying? Her yelling caused more to break out. Quickly, people were beginning to force her and the other two away from the burial. Our parents had watched, and my mother immediately broke down crying again. This was a lot for her. She kept yelling and dropped the packet by Floyd while trying to fight back the people attempting to force her out. I ran after her. I needed to know more. What in the hell was she talking about? Not suicide? The gun was by my body! It must’ve been suicide…

 

  Right? 

 

  As I ran after the dramatic scene, I bumped into Floyd, but the most he would get is chills. I couldn’t apologize anyway. He couldn’t even see me. Though, for just a split second..it was almost like he could see me. I must’ve been crazy. By the time I came outside, she was already leaving with Orchid and Ritz. I couldn’t keep up. “Fuck!! Dammit..I’m too out of it..” I gasped out, looking as the car went farther into the distance. Maybe I’d learn more about this once my parents went home. I definitely couldn’t walk home. 

 

  My mind was still set on what she was yelling. The thought was strange. I hated that I couldn’t remember anything! Dammit Ven! Get it together and remember! It had been somewhere in that brain of mine. I grunted, attempting to kick a rock but my foot only phased through it. Angered even worse, I tried again, and phased through the ground this time. “Ah!” I floated back upward and facepalmed. “I’m too tired for this shit..” I grumbled, turning around and noticing the commotion was causing everyone to leave. Did I miss the burial? 

 

  I ran back inside to see they were already covering my casket with the dirt taken out in the first place. I gasped, running over despite the amount of dust and dirt getting in my face. Goodbye..myself? That was strange to say. I had been to funerals before, but I never thought I’d be seeing my own. All these people were leaving. Some with monotone expressions, others with a countenance I couldn’t describe. Was this the last time they’d be seeing me? Was this it? I watched my parents stand there by the newly buried patch of dirt and sobbed with sadness like no other. They turned to see the smaller trolls and leaned downward to thank them for all their help. Smiles on their faces as they gave a thumbs up and gave them their respects once again. 

 

  I could’ve left with my parents, but I would find my own way home either way. I sat there by the fresh soil and stared. I stayed there for a minute while watching Poppy, Branch and everyone else clean up. What I didn’t notice was a pair of eyes looking my way until now. I overheard one of the brother’s voices ring out; John Dory. 

 

  “Floyd! Hey! You’ve been staring over there for a while! What’s wrong?” He said in a cheerful tone, but had a concerned look on his face. My gaze turned from the oldest, and I moved my head just enough to get a good view of Floyd. His eyes were looking straight into mine. I gasped, but it crossed my mind that maybe he was just staring at the grave right behind me! That must be it. 

 

  John and the other three brothers stared at Floyd as he walked a bit closer. “N-Nothing. My head must be messing with me.” I furiously crossed my arms, a bit frustrated he couldn’t see me. Floyd began to rub his eyes, and I stood up to make my way home. Dammit. 

 

  After roughly rubbing his eyes, Floyd looked up to see no one there. “Yeah..just my head.” 

 

  I whistled a small tune while looking around for the exit for the cemetery. Then, I ran into someone. “Watch where you’re going, dingus!” My breath hitched, and I looked downward to meet eyes with another troll, except this guy could obviously see me. “All these rageon ghosts must be blind! Why in the world are Poppy and Branch here anyway–” He paused a moment, staring closer at me before gasping and his ears drooped down. “Oh! You’re uhm..the person this funeral is being held for, yes?” I arched an eyebrow and nodded. “Yeah, what’s it to you, pipsqueak? I heard you mention the Queen and her boyfriend.” Crossing my arms, I took in the appearance of this ghostly troll. His hair showed an ombre of blue, teal, and green. His skin was a beautiful shade of purple with a peachy nose. 

 

  “I’m here haunting Poppy and Branch! I won’t let them live happily!” The troll huffed with anger. “Okay, whatever. What’s your name, little guy? Troll Terrorizer?” He just narrowed his eyes at me and cleared his throat. “Well- big guy my name is Creek. We specters have to stick together y’know. Why don’t you help me haunt those two! It’ll be fun.” He smiled with evil intent and I scoffed with a smile. “Yeah, no thanks. Have fun with that dude. I have a family to catch up to.” My face managed to smile. The feeling was nice. Guess I had this little shit to thank for that. Creek did notice my smile though. He just shrugged with a grin and hopped onto my shoulder using his hair. “I thought you were going to keep haunting those two?” I laughed softly. “I can do that later. Right now I’m bored.” I rolled my eyes and walked in the opposite direction. “Just don’t be annoying.” 

 

  “Fine.” 

 

Chapter 2: Dark Times Call For Stargazing

Summary:

Floyd is heated with his brothers at the moment, so he's alone in this. He finds some help when going back to the place where the sightings began.

  My eyes were set on the smaller wooden bowl of food in front of me. The only thought that went through my mind at that moment was the funeral earlier. I was still in the clothing from when I attended, but no other thought was going through my mind. It only took one slam on the table from Branch. 

 

  “Earth to Floyd! Are you there?” He asked, switching his eyes between the bowl and his brother. A gasp came from my mouth as I sat straight and laughed nervously. “Sorry, sorry! I was just..looking at how good this food looks! Heh..” My awkward expression didn’t fool Branch one bit. He was used to the way I would speak in an anxious tone of voice while fiddling around with my fingers. “Floyd, what’s wrong? There’s no sane person who would find interest in my broccoli cheddar soup.” He rested his chin onto the palm of his hand, picking up his bowl and heading to the sink. “We’ve been sitting in silence for thirty minutes. I don’t want to be that person, but is something bothering you? If living with Poppy and I is too difficult we can start looking for a house for you alone-” I slid out of my chair, the loud dragging noise causing Branch to grimace. “It’s not that! Really! I’m just afraid I’ll sound stupid if I tell you.” 

 

  My brother rolled his eyes, turning on the water and letting the cold liquid run down onto the dirty bowl. The room was filled with the sound of scrubbing and quiet splashing. Once he finished, Branch still turned around to face me. That was my brother all right. Always stubborn to get an answer out of me. “Floyd?” He called out to me, and I shook my head with a tranquil chuckle. “Sorry, sorry! Just..uh- Do you believe in ghosts, Branch?”

 

  He looked completely dumbfounded at my question. I scratched the nape of my neck with embarrassment. I knew that was a dumb question to ask, but I really thought I saw something earlier– no. Someone. My brothers do know of my background with interests in spiritual stuff, but I had never really gotten them involved in it. Branch sat back down in his chair, eyeing at me as if he was telling me to sit down. I did so, sitting back down in my seat and tapping my index finger against the table. He sighed, and I felt my frown get bigger. “Floyd, I know that it’s been a little difficult and you feel guilty, but it has only been a few hours since the funeral service. Your speech was great and all, but those twins hurt you. You shouldn’t have to feel sorry or angry that you were unable to do anything.” I clenched my fist at his words, but didn’t have the heart to disagree on anything. What Velvet said had piqued my interest as well. She mentioned that Veneer’s death was not a suicide, but a murder instead. At first, I thought she was insane for thinking of something like that, but what if she wasn’t wrong? 

 

  Then I thought of him. Back at the service I swear I saw him. I mentioned it on the way back, but everyone looked at me like some kind of freak. His pristine ocean eyes, and his gleaming skin. It was like he was there. It was too real. The others keep denying it, but it happened twice! Once, when I saw him by the grave itself, and while Velvet had caused a commotion. It couldn’t have been a coincidence to see Veneer twice. I was convinced I saw him, but everyone else’s words have gotten to my head. 

 

  “I’m not crazy, Branch! I know what I saw! Why can’t you just–! Believe me..?” I got up from my chair much more aggressively this time, causing it to fall to the ground with an extremely loud thud. “Floyd, I wasn’t–” I grunted and whacked my bowl of cold soup off the table. “Yes! Yes, you were calling me crazy! You're my brother, Branch! You think I don’t know anything about you!” That moment was when even Branch snapped back at me. He gripped the salt shaker way more harshly than he should. “You and the other three left me! I don’t want to hear what you know about me when you weren't even there!” He spat back in my face. That hurt, but in the end he was right. I just never wanted to hear it. All that time in captivity, I never got to come and see him. “Well, I’m sorry I got captured and taken! You know what, Branch? I don’t need your help right now. I’m going to figure this out on my own and everyone can think I’m insane because you know what? Maybe I am!” I stormed up to the guest room I was currently staying in and slammed the door behind me. Just had to hit me right where it hurt the most. It was almost Branch was always taking advantage of the fact we all left. It might’ve been wrong of me to say this, but he’s lucky we even came back. I’m just angry right now. I need to cool down.

 

…

 

  I can’t! I saw Veneer, I did! Nobody wants to believe me because I’ve always been the so-called “delusional” brother that was obsessed with ghosts and shit. Well I’ll show them! They’ll be begging for forgiveness when I show them I’m right! I just need to prove it. Though, how exactly do I do that? I’d need to go back to the first place I saw him. Dammit, that means I’d have to head back to Mount Rageous, and I’d have to go alone . Unless…

 

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  If I was going to do this, I needed to be silent. My footsteps were as quiet as a mouse, and I turned the corner to get a good look at Rhonda. JD wouldn’t mind if I took her for a ride, right? We’re brothers, after all. No hard feelings here. I could hear commotion from inside a nearby tree trunk and assumed he must’ve been inside of there. He had told me a few days back that he’d be building his own home here. I clasped my hands together and tip-toed my way over to Rhonda, watching as her eyes fluttered open, and she jumped up in happiness and surprise. She began to lick my face and make noise. I put my index finger over my mouth and tried to get her to quiet down.

 

  “Rhonda..! Rhonda, shh!!” I waved my hands around frantically and panicked, hoping JD didn’t hear anything outside. I just needed to get out of here. After she settled down, I allowed myself into the living vehicle and started to drive. Before I could fully leave, I heard John Dory’s voice from outside. “Wait! Wait–! Who’s stealing my Rhonda?!” He sped out, but couldn’t make it in time. I drove off, and John was surprised to see a note that came from Rhonda falling like a leaf. He squinted his eyes and read the note. 

 

   ”Sorry, JD! I’ll bring her back safe and sound! –Floyd :)”  

 

  He watched as his living vehicle disappeared into the sunset, an exasperated sigh escaping from his lips. “Hahh..Let him be a little rebel, John. He’s going through a lot, John..” He paused, looking over at a small bug and kicking it off its flower. “Couldn’t he at least ask first?!” He groaned, turning around and walking back into his newly made home with a hammer in hand. 

 

  I laughed, driving with precision even after not doing so for a long time. The drive to the cemetery wouldn’t take too long. For most of the trip I was laid back and chewing on some of JD’s leftover snacks. There would be times where Rhonda would spiral out of control due to the lack of driving skills. Once I got to my destination it was dark and gloomy. The cemetery gave off the same vibe. It was extremely dark and I had trouble looking for the right grave. “Son of a..” I narrowed my eyes hoping it’d help me look for the grave. I completely forgot to bring a flashlight. I went back to Rhonda, hoping John at least kept a flashlight in here because of his love for survival. Luckily, there was one sitting in the glove compartment. 

 

  I waved it around, searching for any sign of that flamboyant gravestone. Some of the trolls had taken the time to decorate it and now it was littered in glitter. I’m sure it was to be sweet, but it seemed like vandalism. 

 

  Throughout my time walking around, I kept hearing strange sounds. The sounds varied from rustling in the grass to small stomps in the distance. For a moment, I thought I heard two people engaging in conversation, but when I looked over, there was no one in sight. It was genuinely starting to freak me out. Shadows were seen in the distance. I just assumed it was some families coming to visit their loved ones. No harm in that, right? My breathing stopped completely when I came across a small rageon child. I tilted my head, whipping it around to maybe scout out the kid’s family. She was crying an awful lot. Though she stopped when noticing I was staring at her for a while now. “..Hi, Mister.” She quietly spoke, taking her thumb and biting her nail. I felt sorry for her. What even was she doing out around this time? 

 

  “Hey..! What are you doing out at this time? A little girl like you shouldn’t be out..!” I tried to joke around to help her feel better. The little lady gave me a tiny smile and laid down so she could see me better. “You’re new to this cemetery aren’t you? I’ve never seen you around before..” I didn’t question what she meant at that time. My gaze loomed over the graveyard, and I huffed. “Yeah, someone I knew was buried here not too long ago. Just trying to find his grave.” I looked up and saw her head cocked to the side with a slightly confused countenance. “A friend? He’s long gone.” She giggled, poking at the troll. I chuckled at the playful movement, but let her words sink in. “Gone? As in…left the cemetery? How would you even know?” Her face changed into a saddened frown. “I’ve been here for years. Any newbie who comes by usually just leaves the place. Not like there’s anything holding us back.” Her eyes looked back to see my horrified ones. Wait. Wait, waaait. Just who was I talking to right now? A few years?! 

 

  Was it not just Veneer I could see?

 

  “What’s wrong? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” Then it clicked for her. “Oh. You’re not dead. I thought I was finally gonna get a friend.” Before I could say anything, a loud thud came from behind me, and I turned to see a tall figure. Their flashlight shined in my eyes and I yelped. “Ah!” I covered my eyes from the sudden brightness in my eyes and tried to make out their features. 

 

  “Floyd? What the fuck are you doing here?” A familiar whine rang through my ears. The flashlight turned to reveal their face, and there I was, my eyes meeting with her blue ones. 

 

  “Velvet-? I-I could be asking you the same thing.” I crossed my arms and tensed up in defense. She rolled her eyes and kneeled down. “Y’know? I’m kind of grateful that it was you. Though, I didn’t think you were crazy enough to talk to yourself out here in this dark place.” My gasp sounded more offended than anything, and I attempted to explain myself. “I wasn’t talking to myself! I-I was–” My whole body turned, but that rageon girl was gone. Wow. I must’ve looked like a freakshow these past five minutes. Velvet just made a face at me, then turned her back to me, beginning to walk off. “Okay, whatever. Are you coming or not?” I observed with a bit of shock as she held out her hand. I hesitantly hopped on, but didn’t let my guard down. “Why–” She took a minute to breathe, her eyes squeezing shut before opening once more. “Why are you here, Floyd?” Her voice was a bit shaky, something I had never really heard before. My eyes softened a bit at her tone of voice. If I said one wrong thing, I think she’d break down all together. “I..Okay, look. This is going to sound so fucking stupid, but– gah!” I tugged at my own hair and huffed. “Spit it out already, Floyd!” She put a hand on her hip whilst waiting for my answer. 

 

  “I saw him, Velvet. Clear as day, I know I did! Veneer was literally right there in my face at the funeral, and if you don’t believe me, that’s fine! Because I don’t care–!” Her fingertip pressed against my lips to silence me. “...What? Wait, really?! Where did you see him?!” She quickly dismissed what I said, and I moved her finger away from me. “Of course you don’t believe– huh?” My eyes became saucers when I heard Velvet’s response. “You– believe me..?” I could feel my eyesight blurring for a second. 

 

  She scoffed, taking me by the hair and lifting me to her eye level. “Well, yeah. You seem to be the most sane out of your brothers. Besides..you were..sorta there for Ven when I wasn’t.” She sighed, dropping me back onto her palm and refusing to make eye contact. “How about you just tell me everything once I find that damn gravestone?” I nodded, finally finding myself in a peaceful sitting position. At least someone didn’t find me crazy. Eventually, Velvet found it, the stone covered in tons of stickers, sweet foods, and colorful streamers with glitter. “Jeez. What the hell did you trolls do to it?” She kneeled down and started to remove the streamers, moving one of them just to come into contact with the photo plastered onto the stone. There he was. His beaming smile staring at the camera he took this photo with. Velvet froze for a second, looking down and inhaling deeply. I thought I saw her bottom lip trembling as she bit it and stood back up. 

 

  “You heard me earlier, right? When I interrupted your speech. It was a dumb one by the way. You shouldn’t be forgiving us for anything.” My eyes probably rolled to the back of my skull hearing her words. I hopped off her hand and placed my smaller hand onto the polished stone. “I forgive people I believe in. You shouldn’t be so negative. Now, what were you saying?” My head turned to see her annoyed expression. “When I was saying he was murdered..I didn’t have the exact evidence I wanted..but I know that’s what happened! There’s just– no way he’d kill himself for fucks sake!” Her voice was breaking by the second. She made sure to go silent again. Any more speaking and she’d lose it. If anything, she had a point. Veneer would of course show sadness from time to time, but nobody would’ve ever thought he’d go such lengths. 

 

  “Look, I believe you. But, if someone killed him..how would we even figure out who it was?” Velvet flicked the other in the face and grumbled. “That’s where you come in, dumbass. Obviously you’re some sort of ghost seeing troll and not an insane one that talks to themself, right?” Velvet crossed her arms and stared at me for the longest. 

 

  “Okay, well..I’m not too sure I saw him..but I’m pretty confident I did!” I puffed out my chest to try and prove I wasn’t lying, only to get another flick to the face. “Ow!” I rubbed my nose and paused when I heard a sniffle come from the other. Her mascara was beginning to run, and my eyes went wide. “Oh! Oh, no, no! Heyy..! You’re okay! I know I can be hard to work with sometimes, but..” I stopped mid-sentence when Velvet brought me forward for a huge hug. The waterworks were running as she wiped her tears away and a bit of her makeup as well. “I miss him. Floyd, I really miss him. I-If he were here..he’d be complaining about the dark l-like a bitch boy. I want to hear h-his voice again..” I was a little lost. I didn’t know what to do in a situation like this. After everything Velvet has done to me..She never even showed me any kind of guilt or mercy. Now I’m in a hug with her for one of the worst reasons possible. Veneer would probably know what to do. If only he were here. 

 

  She finally pulled away from the hug and gave me an elongated exhale she hadn’t known she was holding. “I can’t believe you’re even letting me hug you.” My frown became a reassuring smile, and I tilted my head upward to get a better view. “Well..I’m a dumbass after all, right?” I laughed, looking back down at the gravestone. Velvet flicked me again on the back, earning a yelp from me, though she had begun to giggle too. “Yeah, you’re still a dumbass,” Her eyes were set on that bittersweet photo of her brother, and she wiped her tears away. “-But, you’re a good dumbass.” Velvet snickered, cleaning up the little area, then sitting down and gazing up at the stars. 

 

  “Mount Rageous could never have something like this. The stars shine so brightly here.” I laid back with her and my eyes explored the navy blue sky. My smile was a small one, and I pointed at a certain cluster of stars. “Veneer used to tell me those stars looked like a pile of shit.” I laughed to myself and turned on my side from giggling nonstop. Velvet even let out a tiny snort at that sentence. 

 

  She placed both hands on her chest and took another breath of the cool, fresh air. My eyes became slightly bothered when Velvet pulled out her phone and started to scroll through her photo gallery. She had different folders full of pictures. Some with Veneer when he first got braces, and others where they were both wearing fancy outfits for what looks to be prom. Her finger tapped on one of the small squares, and it had enlarged to show the both of them taking a picture with the starry night in the background. “Ven had such an attitude when we took this photo. He hated the dark, and kept nagging at me to turn on the light. Though, I told him no and we took a few pictures, then he was blabbering on about how he’d like a bunch of lights in his coffin when he–” Her voice paused entirely. She sat up and scooted closer to the tombstone, resting her head on it. “Sorry. I forget sometimes.” I walked up and gave her another hug. 

 

  “Velvet, it’s going to be okay. I could do something about it in the morning. I thought I’d find something here..but I guess I just found a new friend instead. Guess I’ll continue my search tomorrow.” He chuckled, watching Velvet’s face light up just a bit, but it became an instantaneous frown.

 

  “...Friend? Yeah, you’re definitely in denial. Did you hit your head on the way here?”  She rolled her eyes and flicked me on the head again. Guess hitting people was her love language. “Yeah, haha. I’m laughing so hard right now. I’m going to head to sleep with Rhonda. I’ll meet you here in the morning? You should probably head home now.” Velvet nodded, waving as she observed Floyd walk off. For a split second, she could feel the smile on her face, but slapped herself and began to leave as well. Her voice was soft, the cold wind hitting her face when she looked back one final time. 

 

  “Bye, Ven.” 

Notes:

Floyd and Velvet friendship, chat is this real??😱 Also I just love having them be such good friends in this. It's a good switch up from my other fic!!

Chapter 3: Evenings to Cherish

Summary:

We get to see Veneer and Creek hang out. Knowing they have no one else, it seems they'll get along just fine.

  “So, you said your name was Creek?” I hung off the edge of the bed, the troll across from me nodding as I watched him from an upside-down point of view. “Yup! That’s right! I ‘ought to tell you how I got that name–!” I cut him off quickly, my expression showing no interest in that kind of story. “Nope. No thanks. I’m literally named after fake teeth. I don’t want to hear it.” I deadpanned, floated upward a bit to turn onto my stomach. 

 

  Creek crossed his arms and picked at his ear. “Wow. You’re a kind one aren’t you?” He mumbled in a sarcastic tone. The both of us were currently in my old room. Some old action figures decorated the walls and some streamers as well. I had felt extremely bored. Earlier I had knocked some random kid off his bike and scared him half to death, but night came, and everyone was inside. There wasn’t much to do during the night time. Velvet isn’t even home yet, and it takes way too much energy to grab the remote. I sat up, hopped off the bed, and walked through the door. Creek followed behind me out of boredom. He took the chance to jump onto the couch and fiddle around with his hair. “There is literally nothing to do here! How do you manage to stay here without fooling around?” I fixed my hair in front of the fridge, my reflection distorted, but good enough for me to see my updo hairstyle. “Fooling around? They already feel like crap because I died. Do I really need to make it worse for them?” I questioned, the two of us jolting when the front door creaked open. 

 

  “I-It’s a ghost! Run!!” Creek leapt, hiding under one of the pillows that lay on the couch. I rolled my eyes and cocked my hip outward. “Creek, we are the damn ghosts!” He popped out from under the pillow with a look of realization on his face. “Oh, yeah..” I facepalmed and watched Velvet walk through the door. My serious expression became rather happy. “Vel~!! You’re home! Let’s finish that documentary!” I gave her a hug, but didn’t have the energy to stay that way, phasing through right after. 

 

  “Jeez..I don’t remember turning on the AC..” She shivered and walked over to the kitchen. Creek watched from afar, grinning as he tried to push an oversized vase onto the floor. I gasped and ran over, keeping him from doing so. “Hey! Hey!! That’s my mother’s favorite vase! Relax with it, will you? I’m not trying to be a bother to my family in the afterlife too!” I took Creek in my hand aggressively and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, not the toilet! Forgive me, my ridiculously tall friend!” I set him down on the dining table, walking over to Velvet and hopping on the counter. I let my legs dangle as I sat there swinging them around with boredom. Creek stood alongside me, our eyes watching Velvet’s every move.

 

  Her body turned and looked over every few minutes and she shuddered again. “It feels..strange in here. Fuck, it’s like someone’s watching me.” Creek and I instantly exchanged glances before erupting into laughter. We hadn’t noticed the realization on Velvet’s face, though. She had a long thought process after talking to Floyd at the cemetery. “Ghosts.” Her voice rang out, and I froze. My head whipped around back to see her looking around as if she were trying to find something. “Fucking– I just put it away!” She scrambled around in the cabinets, pulling out a troll-sized book and placing it down on the counter in front of Creek. “What in the-? Spiritual Info for Dummies? Is she delusional?” I gasped, hopping off the counter and phasing through the floor only to pop back up with a monotone expression. “Have you still not mastered your little ghostly abilities?” Creek snorted, earning a grunt from me. “Shut up, I just died like– a few days ago.” My eyes rolled and I stared at the small book as Velvet rummaged through the cabinets for a while more. “Don’t you get it, Creek? She knows about us–! My sister has never shown any interest in this stuff!” My excitement was rather overwhelming. Velvet was never one to like ghosts. This new stuff just shows she’s thinking about me! That feels good to say.

 

  Velvet took the small book into her hands and squinted at the lettering. Her grunting from annoyance was getting bothersome. “Fuck..! Why couldn’t that rat give me a bigger book? Just what is this title? Does he think I’m an idiot?” She groaned and flipped through the small pages. I couldn’t help but laugh at her attitude. I wonder just who she got that tiny book from. She never even believed in ghosts before. Now all of a sudden she’s desperate to learn about them. I got close to see whatever she was reading. 

 

  “How to communicate with the dead..? Even I’m not buying this and I’m pretty gullible.” Creek snickered at that and I gave him a cold glare. Velvet stared at that singular page until throwing the tiny book at the wall. “God, what am I doing?! This bullshit is too difficult. I’ll just wait for Floyd tomorrow. I’m too fucking hungry for this.” Her voice cracked and she began going through the fridge. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that. Floyd? She had been talking to Floyd? I thought those two hated each other! “Vels! Vel! Vel! Ughh! What were you doing with Floyd?!” I waved my hand in her face, phasing it through her eyes with a snort. “Okay, that’s actually kind of funny.” My giggles filled the room, whilst meanwhile Creek had gone scouting for the book she threw. Velvet ate a cup of noodles afterwards. I sat in the chair across from her deep in thought. What could she have possibly spoken to Floyd about? Did it have something to do with the small book from earlier? All this thinking was making me sick. Could ghosts even get sick? Ugh! Forget it. 

 

  My eyes drifted to where Creek was sitting. He had a glare set on Velvet ever since she sat down to eat. I turned to him with a confused expression and squinted. “Creek? Why the hell are you staring at her like that?” My face contorted into a creeped countenance. “She’s hiding something.” He crossed his arms. “What? What could she possibly be hiding? And how exactly are you getting that conclusion from her eating instant noodles?” I arched a brow and looked back over at my sister. She was just slurping on the remaining juice while scrolling through social media. “Eh..” I had no idea what Creek was trying to tell me. 

 

  “You told me she said you were murdered! How do you know it wasn’t her who got you killed?” He asked, crossing his arms and glaring over at Velvet again as she chugged the last of the broth. “ Hahh.. That was fucking delicious..” She stood up making her way to the kitchen as our conversation continued. I couldn’t help but laugh. I bursted out laughing, thinking that was a dumb idea. “Pfft–! Creek, that’s hilarious! I didn’t even know you had a sense of humor!” Velvet would never hurt me. There’s no way in hell she’d ever do something like that to me. Besides, my death was a suicide. I killed myself all on my own. It’d be stupid to think Vel would murder me. 

 

  Right?  

 

  Gee. Since when did it get so silent? Where did Velvet go? Was she back in her room? I stared at the ghostly troll in front of me, waiting for some goofy remark to my words, but I didn’t get much in return. “Your sister was a pop-obsessed superstar, and the moment you were beginning to hesitate about your huge plan you don’t think she’d just go for the kill?” Okay. This wasn’t funny anymore. I know Creek was just trying to help but this was getting ridiculous. “Velvet was obsessed with fame, but I don’t think..she’d kill me over something like that..” No, Veneer. Stop thinking that way. You killed yourself. Your death was a suicide. You ended your own life. What Velvet said at the funeral was completely irrational and she just wasn’t over my death just yet. I wasn’t murdered. “Creek, stop that. I’m..I’m bored. Why don’t we go outside?” I huffed, putting on a small smile and trying my best to forget about whatever the little guy was trying to tell me. 

 

  We had decided to sit outside for some time. I was surprised Creek even agreed with that attitude of his. The grass and small plants my mother owned always calmed me when I felt some type of way. Being a ghost was no different. All this talk about my death left me in a state of concern. I really had no idea what to think anymore. I guess Creek knew that as well since he was quick to call me out. “Veneer! ‘Ey! I’ve been talking to myself for a damn minute now!” My eyes shot up at him. “Sorry, sorry! I..was just thinking!” His eyes softened a bit. Now he just wouldn’t stop staring and it was beginning to freak me out. “Look, I know what I said was pretty insane, but as someone like myself, I wouldn’t cross out all the suspects just yet! I’m only trying to be helpful.” He huffed, looking out at the small plants and flowers throughout the yard. There was more silence. It was strange since I was usually such a chatterbox. Guess dying could change you. 

 

  Why was he so worried anyway? It wasn’t like this was his problem. It was mine. All this confusion about suicide, murder, hell even the fact that I was being told my own sister could’ve killed me..it was a lot. I didn’t want to believe it, but Velvet did get angry with me easily. It only takes one gunshot to.. ah! Nevermind! This is bogus! 

 

  My gaze landed back on the troll before me. “Hey, how did you die anyway? We keep rambling on about my death, but what about yours, huh?” I suppose he didn’t like the sound of that by the way he just looked at me. It wasn’t a glare, but more of a woeful expression. I was unsure whether he wanted to share or not, but my death was all over the news, and if he didn’t like Queen Poppy or her boyfriend, I’m curious as to why. Creek was silent for a good minute before his eyes landed back on mine. “I knew Poppy before she became Queen Poppy. She was a wonderful soul to those around her, spreading positivity everywhere she stepped foot. I yearned to be just like her, but of course no one like me would ever compare to someone like Poppy.” Oh. Did he like the Queen at some point? This was some hot ghostly gossip! I wish I could tell Ritz. Fuck my life. Oh wait– 

 

  “Then there was the night we had the biggest, loudest, craziest party ever.” Do those exist? I’d love to attend one..Gah! Veneer pay attention!

 

  “I was captured along with some other friends of mine, and we were to be eaten by the King. Y’know– I’m going to just get straight to the important part. I betrayed my friends. Backstabbed them. They just– they don’t understand the fear of being eaten like I did! They were willing to be swallowed up if it meant saving their friends! And…sometimes I wish I could’ve done the same instead of being some coward. Eventually some time passed and I got the very thing I didn’t want. Some stupid hill ate me and that idiot chef.” Wow. That was pretty deep. I didn’t have an idea of what to say. I sat there fidgeting around with my fingers and trying to understand things from his view. Betraying someone’s trust was pretty terrible, but I understand the fear of being..eaten..and swallowed up. “I..I feel the same way.” Creek’s eyes narrowed as he tapped his index finger against his chin. “You’re afraid..of being eaten by a bergen?” He spoke with a hint of panic, but I shook my head and sighed. “No..only the swallowed up part. I’m not afraid of getting eaten, but I meant it more in a mental way I guess. My sister wanted us to become huge stars, and it worked! Though, I feared I was losing the positivity and energy to perform the more we went on. All the fame and money our performances brought, I didn’t feel worthy of it when I looked at Floyd in that prison of his.” I frowned, and Creek spoke up. “Was that the troll you two captured?” With a sigh, I nodded and held my palm out. Creek didn’t hesitate to hop on, and for some reason, it made me feel a bit better. 

 

  “I had a disagreement with Velvet in front of her girlfriend and my best friend. It was so embarrassing, but it didn’t seem like Vel wanted to back down, so naturally I didn’t either. Then, a while later I ended up like..this. When you said what you said, that thought just managed to surface.” Looking at Creek now, his body language was more relaxed, and he showed remorse. It felt good to let things out, and I bet he felt the same way. Two former villains sitting outside and sharing their deaths. He didn’t know the full story, and now, what I told him only has him more on edge. He huffed, sitting on my palm and staring up at me. “You did what you could to become famous. With the life you two had, you wanted to add some excitement to that. I get that for someone your age. So, don’t sweat it. If it means anything to you at all, I think that Floyd guy feels the same way. Unless he’s some dick-faced troll like Branch.” 

 

  I laughed at that. I laughed a lot. It felt so good to laugh through all this chaos. I think I could even get used to something like this. “What’s with the hate for the Queen’s boyfriend? Jealous much?” He didn’t seem to like the joke at first, but after feeling more relaxed he smiled. “Whatever.” His expression mellowed and we both headed inside after a while. I felt a lot better. “Is your sister still up?” Creek questioned, and my eyebrow arched. I popped my head through the door, looking around to see Velvet sleeping in an uncomfortable position while she had her show paused. My head phased right back and I looked back. “Nope. She does have the TV on though.” My cheeky grin confused the troll, but he pointed at the living room television and shook his head. “What are you implying? There’s a TV you can use right here.” I rolled my eyes and took him by the hair. “No, no! You confused idiot! We can use Velvet’s TV and just convince her she never paused the damn thing. Using the TV here is too suspicious.” Creek seemed to finally understand, nodding and we both entered the room, staring at the illuminated light and looking around for the remote. 

 

  “Found it!” Creek beamed, and I frowned in response when I saw the remote tightly held in her hand. “God, fucking..” I made a low groan in response to the problem we were faced with. “See? I told you we were better off in the living room. Why would you even want to invest in silly TV when we could do a bit of yoga instead? It helps with the feelings of stress.” He calmly started to float, sitting in a criss-cross position whilst clasping his hands together. “Yoga..? Sorry, but yuck.” My face contorted into a disgusted expression. Creek’s became rather hurt. 

 

  After feeling bad, I had ended up doing his dumb yoga activity anyway. 

 

  “Now doesn’t that feel much greater than sitting in front of a screen?” I scoffed and sat down on the armrest of the couch. “If I was still in my body you would’ve heard me complaining about scoliosis. Now, can we please do something else?” I pleaded, turning to Creek and watching his hurt face become a rather annoyed one. I couldn’t help it. I’ve never liked yoga. Even after Velvet would ask me to do some classes with her. Bleh. 

 

  Creek had his arms crossed as he tapped his foot on the ground. His countenance lit up, and he tugged on my finger. “Why don’t we go find out what your sister was trying to say at your funeral service? Murder is a serious thing y’know!” Ah. There he goes bringing up my death again. Unfortunately, a video of Velvet making a scene at my funeral spread like wildfire among the residents in Mount Rageous, leading to controversy about how I truly passed. Creek had become one of those obsessed people that’d seem like the type to watch crime documentaries or podcasts about this sort of thing. I didn’t want to dive deeper into the issue, but I already knew Creek wouldn’t stop until I listened, so therefore, we went back into Velvet’s room. It was hard to do much when she was sleeping and using too much of our energy on accident could make a drawer shut way too loudly. I really needed to get a handle on these stupid abilities or I was going to lose it. “When you saw her yellin’ about' and dropping her papers, did she ever get ‘em back?” 

 

  I was too busy running after her at that moment. I didn’t even pay attention to who grabbed those papers, because it certainly wasn’t my Mom or Dad. I would’ve seen them. I didn’t really know whether or not they weren’t thrown away. 

 

  “Actually..I’m not too sure. I think they probably just got thrown away by the clean up..” I trailed off, thinking to myself. Brozone. Would one of them have all that stuff? Which brother? I sighed and looked down at Creek. “No! We need to find that stuff! Let’s go right now!” He started to run, but I picked him up by his hair once more while he was still scurrying. “Woah, woah. Take a chill pill, little dude. If Vel knows she lost those papers with proof on them, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to print only one copy.” I searched through her glamorous desk some more. “Knowing my sister.. Aha!” I grinned, picking up a stack of numerous packets. “She’d print way more than one.” Creek jumped up and down, hurrying over and grabbing at the packet. “Wait! Shh! Silently..!” I scolded, and Creek shrunk a bit. “Oops..Sorry! I’m just excited to be a detective! We’re both detectives..!” He chirped, slowly lifting a page and setting it aside. 

 

  “Oh–! That isn’t– uh..You okay with seeing.. that?” Creek frowned at the photo attached using a paperclip. It made him irk almost. My eyes didn’t like the sight either. The photo consisted of what would make any person uncomfortable. A dead body. My dead body. It was pretty nasty to see a photo of myself on the floor with blood pouring out of my head. “Egh..That’s not pleasant..” I looked away for a second, not being able to face the photo without feeling sick. I didn’t even know ghosts could feel that way. The second photo showed the gun I held in my hand that day. After a bunch of scribbling in Vel’s handwriting from putting down the wrong gun, she labels it ‘.22 Caliber Pistol’ in a purple marker. Who knew my sister was good at looking up guns? Or..she knew which gun it was. No–! Veneer, stop that! 

 

  I grunted, turning around and making a gagging noise when seeing what the gun had done to me. The funeral service made it seem like the damage wasn’t that bad. God. Suicide, murder, whatever happened to me, it was through the mouth, and it was not great to look at. Creek flipped through the remaining photos before reading through most of the details. “Goodness, this is taking a lot of energy out of me. Stupid ghost abilities ‘n shit.” My eyes landed back on the paper to read through as well. Most of it was a lot of self questioning, but what really made me think was the suspect list Velvet had made. From the bottom to top, it was a bunch of rageon and troll names. Did she think a troll could’ve done that to me? Whatever the case, the name at the top of the list made me shudder. Who knew a ghost could feel that. “This lad in the photo looks quite funny!” Creek snickered; pointing. 

 

‘Kid Ritz.’ Written in green ink. 

Notes:

Hello to you all! I haven't posted in such a long time, and the truth is because of stupid idiotic health problems, and school projects. I'm so sorry it took so long, but I promise I never forgot about it!! Here you go, and I'll try to have one out by the next three days. Trust 🙏

Chapter 4: Accusations

Summary:

Velvet and Floyd begin their plans of working together. They have eyes on a certain TV show host.

My eyes fluttered open, and I was greeted with the sound of my phone ringing endlessly. I had ended up giving Velvet my number the other day in case anything had happened. I swiped the green button on my phone and held the phone up to my ear only to realize the call was on speaker. 

 

  “Floyd!” I flinched away from the cellphone and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Yes..?” I groaned, sitting up and rubbing my eye in order to wake myself up. I had slept in way too much. If anything…that’s probably the reason Velvet was calling. We had agreed to meet at some random park in downtown Mount Rageous. ”Why aren’t you here?! It has been a whole hour!” My eyes went wide. Oh shit. I thought we agreed to meet at 12pm. I checked the time and hissed when I saw it was 1pm. I completely overslept! It wasn’t my fault! After stressing over a kidnapping and funeral service it felt relaxing to get some sleep. “Okay! Okay! I-I’m heading out right now! Be there in a bit!” I panicked, jumping out of bed and running around the camper like a headless chicken. “You better–!” The call cut off after I pressed the red button without hesitation. I’d rather hear the yelling in person. I was used to it after all.

 

  I didn’t take too long getting ready. Just some retouching on my bed hair and hopping into shorts and a t-shirt. “Alright, done!” I peeked out of the door and smiled at Rhonda who now looked to be wide awake. “Let’s go meet with Velvet, Rhonda!” I pulled myself back in and headed over to the address Velvet sent me only to see…the park didn’t look like a park?! Was this some sort of tech land?! Where the hell was all the grass and trees? I shook it off and stepped out to look around for a certain porcelain-skinned rageon. “Oh my god. Is that Floyd from Brozone?!” I turned to see some random rageon giving a giddy smile. I tried to end this with just a smile and wave, but of course it was never just that was it? 

 

  She walked over with a gleaming grin as she began conversing with me. I never wanted to be one of those people, but compared to my brothers I always hated the attention of all the fans we got. It made me feel overly self-conscious even if what I got was praise. It was a little too much for me. It was only a quick photo and autograph, I couldn’t help but feel weirded out. Guess that’s one thing Veneer and I had in common. It’s almost hilarious to me. I could’ve changed his mind. He would’ve changed his mind, but everything just had to happen all at once. My mind screams at me everyday since the outcome could’ve been different. However he died..suicide, murder, and the so many possibilities on what could’ve happened. The ending could have changed. “Idiot! Are you deaf?!” I turned my head, and there was Velvet. She was fuming with anger whilst making her way over. 

 

  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting?! What took so long?!” She hissed, taking me by the hair and pulling me up to eye level. “Ow! Ow! Velvet, can we not?!” I pleaded, and she released her grip within seconds. “Okay, whatever.” 

 

  Velvet’s out was surprisingly…not flashy. It was a black jacket with the same colored sweats. She was even wearing a gray cap to cover up her freshly styled hair. To be completely honest…”Pff..” I chuckled, and Velvet glared at me, nudging my cheek and cocking an eyebrow. “What is it? Spit it out already, dammit.” My low chuckle turned into a laughing outburst as I pointed at her choice of clothing and almost felt tears escaping from my eyes. “You look like some kind of kidnapper..!” Velvet pinched one of my ears and in response I let out another long string of pleading for her to let go. 

 

  After she somewhat calmed down, we actually had a decent conversation about what we were going to do. I had proposed the idea of coming over to her home since we believed that would be the first place Veneer would go after death. Throughout the talk, I noticed Velvet’s way of speaking was very…sassy. I wasn’t used to this sort of talk since the only other person who spoke like her was Branch. It kind of reminded me of my argument with him earlier. Velvet had taken out a notebook with a bunch of different writings in it. The first noticeable thing was the mass amounts of writing there was about a certain TV host. I lifted one of the pages and stared at the doodles and arrows pointing at a drawing of him while the scribbles repeated “bad!” Over and over again. It made me wonder what made her so sure it was Kid RItz. 

 

  “Velvet,” I paused in between my wording to stare at the paper and scan whatever information I might’ve missed. “What makes you think Kid Ritz did it..?” My gaze met with hers and she began to scowl. “At first, I didn’t think it could’ve been him. He even went to the funeral with Orchid and I that day I made a scene during your speech–!” Her face contorted when she realized what she said. “Sorry about that, by the way.” She sheepishly smiled and my face became rather monotone. “Yeah, it’s fine.” I chuckled forcefully. I had worked hard on that speech too! 

 

  “I had seen him in our penthouse. The week before I had Crimp set up some cameras because I didn’t want to risk anybody finding out about you.” My expression scrunched again remembering the things the rageon right beside me had done. That wasn’t important now, though. If we were going to find things out, we needed to forget everything. I definitely thought so. I didn’t care about anything my brothers said. Veneer meant a lot to me. He was capable of change, even if nobody saw it. There were vulnerable moments between the two of us. It was too bad things didn’t go as I wanted them to. 

 

  She managed to snap me out of my head and I looked upward to see her glittery pink phone. Her acrylic nails tapped against the screen as she looked for the exact camera footage she needed to prove to me what she saw Kid Ritz doing the other day. “Look,” She paused, clicking on a specific app that led to many motion sensor videos. One of which she showed was Kid Ritz. The time had been labeled that it was at 11pm the same day Veneer died. That sure made a lot of sense. It was scary too. To think that it was his best friend? I didn’t believe it at first. There was no possible way it could’ve been Kid Ritz. Velvet cleared her throat and put the phone down, crossing her arms. “We have to talk to him.” She spat, his eyes showing nothing but anger. I could tell that she wasn’t having any of it. I didn’t believe that confronting him at the moment was a good idea, though. What if he tried to attempt something? I scooted closer to her, placing a hand on her arm before eyeing her cautiously. “Velvet, if this killer really is Kid, I don’t think heading to his home and storming in on him is the best thing to do. We don’t even know what he was in your home for. What I think we should try–” Unfortunately, my sentence was cut short with Velvet’s booming words once more. “Floyd! You don’t get it! If we wait any longer this stupid killer will just keep running loose! We can’t let that happen!” She grunted, getting up from her seat and beginning to walk back towards the car she had come in. I could feel my eyes rolling back into my skull. Velvet and I have never truly agreed on anything. We were polar opposites. If I wanted to get anything out of this I knew I should probably start by listening to Velvet, then slowly start cramming ideas into her head. Maybe then she’d listen. 

 

  I let my hair elongate, swinging up and onto her shoulder. She jolted at the feeling, her face still unhappy as she was probably thinking about whether to flick me off or listen to whatever I wanted to say. “I’ll go with you.” I said gently, but, of course, I was hit back with her harsh attitude. “Weren’t you all– It’s too dangerous to go now! About ten seconds ago?” She huffed, rolling her eyes and continuing to walk. The urge I had to curse this woman out was tugging on me. Luckily, I like to call myself a refined gentleman. “That was ten seconds ago.” I smiled, getting comfy on my spot and watching Velvet hop into the driver’s seat. The ride to Kid’s house was quiet. I wasn’t sure if Velvet was just the type to drive silently or if there was something bothering her. I sighed and allowed myself to lay on the passenger seat. The cool leather seats were definitely nice to lay on. I could even feel my eyes shutting.

 

  “Floyd,” My eyes snapped back open. Great. Right when I was about to sleep. 

 

  “I’m sorry.” She let out a long sigh, the car finally parked outside what most certainly looked like Kid’s home. The amount of neon lighting decorated around the house spoke volumes. Looking at Velvet, her hands were rather shaky. It didn’t help the guilt that was already knotting in my stomach from our small disagreement earlier. “Hey, don’t apologize! It was wrong of me to try and fight with you when you’re going through something terrible. If I lost one of my brothers…” I trailed off, looking up at Velvet and noticing the way her face contorted into one of discomfort. 

 

  “You were the brother that was almost lost.” Her breathing was a bit labored, and she had lowered the car window to take a breath of the air. I guess this was deeper than our argument.  “Y’know, before I didn’t think much of it. When I looked at you tiny trolls I looked down on you. I was too stupid to even think or realize you all had feelings too.” There was something in me wanting to tell her she was wrong, but putting thought into it now, she was right. “I treated you like a caged animal. I’m surprised you’re even helping me. Looking at your brothers now, they have every right to be mad! I just…” Velvet eyed herself in the reflection of the rear-view mirror. “Now that I lost Veneer I can’t think straight! If they had lost you then–” Velvet frowned before yelling and punching the car repeatedly. “Velvet!” I shouted, seeing her pause and stare at me. “Then they would’ve been acting just like me.” Velvet slumped in the seat, lowering it and looking out of the sunroof to gaze at the moon barely visible from the bright blue sky. There was silence in the car again. I didn’t know what to tell her. Hell, I was still coping with the fact my grandma had passed during my disappearance. This wasn’t my thing; it was Branch or Poppy’s! 

 

  At this point, Velvet was already hugging her knees and glancing over at Kid’s house from time to time. “Velvet, none of that is what you have to worry about anymore. My brothers already forgave you!” Her expression soured more and she crossed her arms. “That doesn’t mean they don’t hate me.” This was going to be difficult. 

 

  “Then forget them! The important thing is that I forgive you and working together I promise you I will not stop until we’ve found Veneer’s killer.” I hopped up onto the steering wheel, gaining balance and putting out a hand. “We’ll give ‘em hell, alright?” I smiled and that smile only became bigger when Velvet managed to smile back. “Right. Let’s do this.” She allowed me on her shoulder once again and slowly, she crept up to the doorstep.  “So…do we think my hunch is right?” Velvet groaned, clenching her hand and not bothering to wait for an answer when knocking swiftly.

 

  The metallic flick of a lock rang out and the door opened. “Vel? What are you doing here? I mean– I’m happy to see you and all, but–” Kid smiled, only to be pushed aside by Velvet walking in. “--Okay..eh..Make yourself at home!” He looked around outside nervously, stepping back and locking the door again. Actually, he looked very anxious, and I doubt I’m the only one who noticed. Velvet hasn’t stopped glaring at the poor guy since we walked in. “Yo! Little dude! Nice to see you again!” Kid Ritz grinned, offering a finger for me to shake. Looking at him right now, it seemed like nothing was wrong with him. An awkward chuckle came from him and I realized I had been staring too long. “Yeah–uh. Hey, Kid!” I reached out and noticed he was a little sweaty. He took a seat next to us and awkwardly patted the couch, waiting to see if we’d start conversation. “Uhm. So, what brings you two here?” He began bouncing his leg up and down, avoiding eye contact every now and then. 

 

  “Actually, if you could—“ I didn’t expect much out of this conversation, but what I certainly didn’t expect was for Velvet to quickly get to the point. 

 

  “Kid Peony Ritz!” Velvet tackled him within moments, pinning him on the couch cushions and sending me flying. “Ow! At least a warning!? What are you even doing anyway!?” I panicked, swinging myself up to see Kid struggling against Velvet. She had a hand over his mouth and hissed when he bit her in response. “My middle name too!? Get off, man! Why are you doing this to me!? I don’t wanna die yet!!” 

 

Wait what?

 

  “What are you talking about!? You’re responsible for killing my brother, aren’t you!?” Velvet shouted, holding her hand from the bite she earned. Kid Ritz arched his brow and let his jaw drop. “Are you kidding? You thought I killed him!?” Velvet and I glanced at each other in confusion. He seemed as lost as we were. “Who else could’ve killed him!?” Velvet spat, her own eyes widening when Kid Ritz stared at her very quietly. A gasp erupted from her, and she threw his purple beanie she had grabbed when wrestling with him on the couch. “Hey!! That one was expensive! Besides! Everyone has been suspecting you, and seeing you at my doorstep with the most menacing look on your face made me think I was next!” This fued almost made me laugh. Though, if Kid hadn’t done anything, who else could it be? I would assume the best thing to do was keep questioning him. 

 

  After a few minutes of convincing Velvet to let me have a reasonable conversation with Kid Ritz, she gave in. 

 

  “There’s no way I would do that! When have you ever seen me have any kind of disagreement with my best bro? The one you should be asking is her!” Kid whined in his chair, pointing at Velvet who was giving him the finger. “I wasn’t the one who was sneaking around our penthouse on the same day Ven was killed!” Good lord. I was beginning to think they wouldn’t stop. “Would both of you just chill? If I’m going to get to the bottom of this I need to know every single detail.” I made a fist and held it in my other hand. “Kid, what were you doing there that day..?” I asked, hoping for some kind of good answer to come from this. 

 

  He didn’t look happy. “Kid..?” I called out again. 

 

  “He was worried about something. The whole time we were hanging out he was worried. I kept trying to cheer him up and have us do something fun, but he wouldn’t stop. Every time I asked him what was wrong he would brush me off! He wouldn’t tell me!” Finally, Velvet had some sympathy. Kid Ritz looked like he was going to cry. “When they were calling it a suicide I believed them. With how he was acting that day I was practically convinced that he had. Then when Vel came up with the idea that he was murdered, I didn’t know who to trust.” I exchanged looks with Velvet once more. She sighed, opening her mouth just for Kid to cut her off. 

 

  “I wish I stayed longer. Maybe none of this would be happening and we wouldn’t be angry at each other if I just stayed with him. Now, he’s gone, and no matter how much we fight he isn’t coming back.” He crossed his arms, turning his head to avoid any form of eye contact. “I’m sorry to disappoint you Vel, but I didn’t kill Veneer. Now, if you two would be so nice I’d like you out of my house. Please.” His countenance was bitter; eyes glossy. I felt bad, obviously. Velvet and I didn’t mean to drive him into a corner like this, but maybe it would’ve been better to wait. We were in too deep now. Looking up I could see Velvet felt the same way. She nodded, huffing and taking me by the hair. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” It was rough. None of us even said goodbye. The second we were out the door there was an instant click of the lock sliding back in place. 

 

  The sun was setting now, and we still hadn’t gotten anywhere! The two of us got back in the car, and Velvet slammed the stick shift. “Woah! Careful or you’ll kill us too–” She started laughing. I didn’t know why, but Velvet just started laughing. With annoyance, she wiped her cheeks and moved the stick shift to drive. “Now I’m really lost. Though we can’t just stop now.” She wasn’t tired yet, and I admire her for that. She seemed more pumped up than before. While she began to drive, I jumped up and stared out the window. Velvet’s expression gleamed as if a light bulb went off in her head, and I only stared. “Velvet, did you have something you want to say..?” I quietly waited, and her response was random. 

 

  “Uh–yeah! Just look at me! Of course I came up with another plan before we got to Ritz’s house.” A groan escaped from my lips, but Velvet didn’t seem to care. “So, what’s your plan?” I asked cautiously. “Well we’re going to put your little gift to good use.” Oh boy. This better be good.

Notes:

Hello, hello! So, lately I've been drowning in work as I always say. (I hate being an AP kid it sucks) Though, these stories have not been forgotten! I'm just sorry I can't give you more! Thanks for reading, though! If anymore still is IN the fandom TnT

Also I didn't read over it so sorry for spelling mistakes!!

Chapter 5: Trouble in...Penthouse?

Summary:

Veneer and Creek have become your dynamic duo. They have their own suspicions, but Veneer decides to lead the way.

Notes:

Hello everyone! I want to make this clear before you begin reading, but I NEVER forgot about this story or FoW. They both linger in the back of my mind a lot, but with school and job interviews it's hard to write like I used to. Man, I remember posting these chapters all the time. It sucks that I can't do it like I did before, but now that I'm back I'm going to try and at least post when I can. I don't want to be the author that leaves their creations in the dust. I want to try and finish this story first since I already have the full storyline planned out and it was easier to read through it since the other story is like-- so long lol. But if this chapter seems confusing, it was because the first two pages or so was written back in December when I released chapter 4, so I tried to continue it without sounding stupid but I hope whoever is still in the Trolls fandom will enjoy it. Most ppl will like skip over this, but I just wanted to update people, so yeah! Enjoy!!

 Ever since I found that file on Ritz, I haven’t been able to get my mind off of it. If Velvet was right, why would he even want to kill me? Where was the motive? This was a little too much to handle. At the moment Creek was currently listing all the ways we could get Ritz arrested and deem him guilty of my murder, but something didn’t seem right. I didn’t think it was Ritz. It couldn’t have been, right? It was all too much to handle. At this moment in time all I cared for was where I was going to sleep tonight. This whole situation wasn’t something I wanted to think about at the moment, but Creek was so set on finding things out. He even went out of his way to find a small cloth and create detective wear that made him look “mysterious.” 

 

  I wasn’t having any of it. Vel would be home soon and I’d just sit by her and continue that documentary she had been watching about..murders. 

 

  I’m convinced there’s no escape in this dumb reality. 

 

  “That’s it!” Creek gasped, flinging himself onto my shoulder and hitting my cheek repeatedly. “Awh– Creek! Quit it!” I hissed, watching him put his hands on his hips and puff out his chest in confidence. “Let’s go visit the lad! If there is anything suspicious about him then the best way would be to see him in person, yes?” He grinned ear to ear, only for his body to slump when getting no response from me. “Hey!” Creek pinched at my cheek to get something out of me, and I tried slapping him off. “Could you focus on the matter at hand here you stretched out– Betty Spaghetti doll?!” Oh, that was it. 

 

  Snatching Creek by his hair, I threw him toward the couch and let him bounce off the damn thing. “I don’t think Ritz is capable of doing something like that! It’s literally impossible. He’s the biggest wuss I know.” My body turned to face the troll and he purposely yawned, crossing his arms. “Uh– yeah. That’s sort of the point. It makes him our biggest suspect! Your sister was right to see him as number one in this case!” I still wasn’t seeing his vision. Ritz was one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. Sure, he can be a rebel at times, but when I first interacted with him during that TV show interview, we immediately clicked. He would never do something so heinous to me. I considered him my best friend since I’ve never really had any. Creek was wrong about him. He’s never even met Ritz! I refused to believe he was capable of murder. Anyone but him. Was I in denial? Maybe. Though, that was better than going nuts like Velvet did the day of my funeral. “Oh, whatever. You sing to chase your problems away.” That remark earned an offended gasp. Greaaat. 

 

  “Lookie here, you ‘peaking in high-school’ prom king! I’m only trying to help! If you’re so sure, why don’t you just remember? It wasn’t that hard for me.” Creek rolled his eyes, tapping his foot against the plush couch. That was the problem. What if I didn’t really want to remember? Suicide, murder, whatever the hell happened..Why should I be trying to reminisce something so traumatic? “After what we heard yesterday, it looks like your sister is trying really hard to find out who this ‘murderer’ of yours is. Don’t you want to at least try helping her out? Besides, Spiritual Info for Dummies sounds erratic and stupid. Please tell me you at least agree with that.” Creek sat back and let his shoulders rest at ease. He was right in that case. Velvet would definitely find out more from Creek and I than from some troll-sized book she could barely read the manuscript from. This was the least I could do. 

 

  “Alright, fine.” I agreed, waving my hand dismissively. “But we aren’t going to Ritz’s home.” Angry whining sounded throughout the house, but I did my best to mute the gritting sound from my ears. “I want to head into the penthouse Velvet and I owned. I died there, so there must be something we could find.” Reluctantly, Creek agreed, walking out of the house with an angry expression, grumbling about how much we were “going off the right track,” and such. 

 

  It wouldn’t have mattered much anyway. Blocking Creek’s voice out of my head was relatively easy. 

 

  The journey was agonizingly long. After walking for a while Creek and I figured we could “hitchhike” in someone’s car since all this floating was doing us no good. We were tired. Besides, talking to their ghostly grandmother made for a sweet conversation, and a good butterscotch pie recipe. Once we made it to Mount Rageous, the sun was barely setting, some of the buildings already lighting up with those neon beams of light. In a way, I couldn’t deny that I missed it here. The sky was already becoming an orange and navy hue; my favorite time of day. 

 

  Creek unfortunately had to ruin the moment, fixing his makeshift detective outfit before calling out that I lead the way. With a long sigh, I walked in the direction of one of the tallest buildings in the city. 

 

  Phasing through the doors, my eyes slowly scanned around the area. Things had settled down a bit since the incident. People seemed to go on with their day just fine. Creek insisted we just float to the top floor to get inside, but where’s the fun in that? We ended up taking the elevator. It wasn’t the same feeling since I could no longer get that knot in my stomach when heading up, but elevator rides are always fun no matter what. When the doors opened up, we were met with tons of yellow tape with the words “keep out” repeating on the material. “Yeesh, This definitely ruins the good mood.” Creek hisses in a mix of disgust and guilt. I ignored him for the most part, moving through the tape, and glancing up and down the walls. This was making my head hurt. Was that possible? The eerie vibe I got just from walking inside made me think. Here in this penthouse,  it’s where I died. That alone gave myself chills. 

 

  I refused to think about it; remember that photograph Velvet kept in her folder. Gross. 

 

  Creek followed behind me, slowly inspecting anything he could get his hands on. Every few steps I would hear a witty gasp come from the troll, and I’d turn around to see he’d added a new accessory to his detective hat, confetti, a streamer turned into a bow, you name it. This was all left over from a party. It was a celebration about how far Vel and I had gotten with our career. The day wasn’t exactly the best, maybe that was a spark for suicide? Oh, what am I talking about? I guess it was strange to die that same day. Everything had been going so well. I even started to get along with Floyd. 

 

  Huh. Floyd. I wonder how he was doing. I haven’t seen him since the day of my funeral. Hopefully he’s better off. Vel and I were monsters to the poor guy. Beforehand..I remember apologizing, and from there he started conversing more, which I appreciated, but he shouldn’t have. I should’ve been the person he hated most, but that damn troll always wore his heart on his sleeve. Dumb–

 

  “Aha!!” Creek shouted, taking out a..makeshift magnifying glass? Where the hell did he get that? 

 

  Whatever. He was pointing over at some room I passed earlier: the closet. He kept saying he smelt something fishy coming from that room, and I suddenly questioned a troll’s sense of smell. 

 

  Opening the door, the creaking noise it made was gritting against the eardrums. “Ugh..What exactly was so fishy in this room?” I let my shoulders sag, taking a step inside. There was still clothing inside, most of it covering the entire place. A small clothing hook shook and I froze in place. Small mice ran out from underneath the shirts there and Creek let out a shriek, jumping up on my leg like a cat stuck on a tree. After the mice had run out and into another room I burst into laughter. “Is that your fishy smell for you?” I scoffed, making my way out of the closet when I heard the elevator ding. 

 

  …Who the fuck was coming up here?

 

    Creek had the same reaction, stopping in his tracks and staring up at me. “Who in their bloody mind is coming up here?” Wow. Great minds think alike. Both of our heads popped out of the door, and my jaw dropped. It was Velvet..and she had brought Floyd? They were.. really working together? At first, I had doubted it completely. Those two weren’t on the best terms while I was still alive. What in the world must’ve changed to get those two working together? Creek’s first instinct was to hide away from the two, insisting that we hide. “Quick! Hide!” He ran and phased in between two shirts inside the deep of the closet. With a roll of my eyes, I bent down and clenched my jaw before saying something to Creek. “How many times do I have to tell you that we are the GHOSTS here?! They can’t see us, doofus!” My anger boiled over, not used to how fearful Creek was opposed to others like Queen Poppy and her sister. Now those two were tough cookies. 

 

  “Woah! Whose there..?!” I heard Floyd gasp out in the hall. His behavior earned a high whistle from Velvet. “I really hope you aren’t actually crazy, because I didn’t hear anything.” She groaned, a bit reluctant to be in this place. That was pretty strange. It was almost like Floyd heard me. That was my thinking process until I watched Creek swiftly come out from the clothing and move his hand in a ‘get down here’ motion. He pulled at my lips in order to keep me from talking and put his index finger in front of his own while doing the lowest whisper he possibly could. 

 

  “The troll can hear us.” He stated. His face was the most serious I’ve seen since I had met him. 

 

  That sure sparked some curiosity in me. What exactly did he mean? Floyd can hear us? Uh, yeah. When pigs fly. 

 

  I moved his small hand away from my lips and scoffed. “What the hell are you talking about?” It was obvious I wasn’t fully convinced, but my words were pretty loud, so my eyes widened when in the short distance Floyd spoke up again. “There it is again!” Then a small smack could be heard and Floyd winced. “Are you sure there aren’t any..intruders in here?” He mumbled, and Velvet responded with sarcasm. “I’m sure I would’ve heard them by now. Are you sure you aren’t imagining things?” She questioned, and I was now aware of the situation. 

 

  Floyd could hear us. 

 

  Staring wide-eyed at Creek my face lit up. He quickly shook his head and tugged me back down. “No! Absolutely not! The last thing he needs to see is you right now! You don’t even know why they’re here right now! What if they’re up to something sketchy?” Creek whispered, waving his hands around frantically in order to keep me from walking out the door. “It’s like you said! Vels is trying to find out what happened to me, right? So she came here to search! We really do share a brain..” I murmured in admiration. “If they are here to help, why wouldn’t I just–” I paused. Wait. 

 

  “He can see us too?” My grin widened. It made me think back to the funeral. Did he really see me? I wasn’t losing my mind? This was great news! Why was Creek so reluctant? 

 

  He urged me to hide, and reluctantly I scooted aside while Floyd and Vels made their way down the hall, looking from room to room. “Why exactly did you want to come here?” I heard Floyd ask aloud, my head popping out again to get a look from behind. I could hear Creek protesting against following them, but after the information given to me, I’ve got to check this out. It would be good to at least find out what they’re looking for, right? Vel’s heels clacked along the tile flooring, a thoughtful hum coming from her lips as she stopped right in front of my old room. “It..just felt right. I’m not really sure of why I thought to come here either.” She opened up the door and I took notice of the way they both stared inside, pausing their conversation to take a minute. 

 

  “..Ladies first..?” Floyd said, mostly under his breath in a way to better the mood. Velvet clicked her teeth, awkwardly shuffling inside, taking note of everything from the ground up. Slowly, I trailed behind them, ignoring Creek’s yelling-like whispers to get back and abort the mission. “Psst! Come on..! We shouldn't do this!” He insisted, only getting silence in return. Peeking inside my room, I phase right through the door and linger behind it. It still felt so strange to see Floyd and Velvet working together. Those two would’ve been at each other’s throats had it been a few weeks ago. They had both stopped in front of my vanity, and Velvet reached out to grab one of the photos left behind there. The moment she did, her hand came up to her forehead and she groaned. “Ugh..” Floyd looked over with concern. “..Are you okay?” He slid down from her shoulder and stood on the vanity, looking back at her distressed expression. “Yeah, yeah..I’m good. I just..felt super weird just now.” Velvet shook her head, trying to focus on herself rather than her surroundings now. Floyd tried not to push it further, just turning to stare at the photo. I couldn’t see from here. My feet must’ve moved on their own since I was now standing next to Velvet and trying to get a good look at the picture that messed with her head. 

 

  It made sense. It was a good photo of us on stage. Velvet was taking up more of the space than I was, her hand raised out toward the crowd while I lingered in the back doing my own thing. Back then I had always joked about it, telling her she needed to learn to share the spotlight. Yikes.  

 

  “Was it always like this?” Floyd asked, picking up the glossy picture and taking in the detail of the outfits, microphone designs, etcetera. I eyed Vels; she looked reluctant to answer, her hand coming up again to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I..I don’t know. Yeah. I guess it was. I..never noticed until Ven started joking about it. It wasn’t very funny.” Her voice was bold, as if there was no room for argument. It made me snort and roll my eyes. I wasn’t thinking clearly, and spoke up in order to mock her. “You never know how to loosen up! I thought they were hilarious.” A chuckle erupted from the back of my throat before I became choked up and slammed my hand over my mouth. 

 

  When I glanced back down Floyd was staring straight at me. It made me stop in my tracks too.

 

  Should I hide? No, it was a bit too late for that. I blinked at the troll, slowly bringing up my hand to give a subtle wave when Velvet butted in. “Uhh..are you okay?” She now questioned Floyd, who whipped his head back in her direction, his eyes darting at me, and back to her within seconds. Her eyes widened, and she leaned closer. “What? What is it?” Vels turned to face me as well, which startled me, but Floyd just panicked, fanning his hands at Vel and smiling nervously. “Nothing–! Nothing! I just spaced out!” He exclaimed despite showing clear signs he knew I was standing there in front of them.

 

  Velvet wasn’t sure. It was written all over her face, but she stepped back and sighed. “Okay..” She began playing with her hair, flipping herself 360 so she could step out of the room. “I think this room is making me whoozy. I’m going to step out. Maybe I can find something else out there.” Vels massaged her temples, striding outside the door and clacking her heels down the hall. After I was done watching her leave, I looked back to see Floyd eyeballing me; wide. Jeez, this was quite the situation. Creek was right; what in the hell was I thinking? 

 

  “I’m crazy. I must be.” Floyd laughed at himself, pointing at me. “You’re not here. You aren’t.” He let out some snarky chortle in order to convince himself, but it wasn’t really helping his situation. “..Crazy? Probably. But you can see me! Creek wasn’t lying.” I expressed with a hint of joy in my face. Kneeling down, I was looking straight at Floyd and he was staring right back at me! This felt great! Someone alive could interact with me! But…

 

  I arched a brow and put my index finger to my lips. “But if you could see me…Why didn’t you let Vel know?” My question didn’t seem to get through to the damn troll until I blew air at him and in response he shivered. “Woah..! Cold..” He hugged himself, still taking in the fact that he couldn’t be imagining anything right now. Though, after getting his act together, Floyd shook his head, putting his palm close to his lips, like he didn’t want anyone to hear. 

 

  “I just didn’t want to freak her out. I’m still processing this myself and she looked really bothered just now. It probably would’ve made that headache of hers worse.” He grumbled, his expression filled with confusion and..more confusion. I tilted my head and Floyd hid his face in his hands. “Look! I’m sorry if I’m– looking at you weird! I’m not used to this!” His voice cracked under zero pressure and he tried to quiet down like Vels would call him nuts again if he raised it any further. I could probably understand where he was coming from. This situation isn’t exactly your normal scenario. The guy could see ghosts for fucks sake. No wonder he was losing it. 

 

  My continuous nodding didn’t seem to help much either. It looked like he was waiting for words; anything to make him feel like he wasn’t dreaming or somewhat schizophrenic. I knit my eyebrows together and pouted. “Okay– okay. Sorry about that random question. I should’ve like..tried to make sure you wouldn’t freak out first. This is new to me too, y'know.” It was no lie either. The movies I would watch made these ordeals look so cool. Now this just felt awkward. 

 

  “Oh, look at what you’ve done ya looney!” Creek shouted from afar and I gasped, remembering he was still here. Taking the time to climb up the vanity, he jumped atop and started his lecture, ignoring the fact Floyd was becoming as pale as a…

 

  Nevermind. 

 

  “Didn’t I say you shouldn’t reveal yourself? Look at where we’ve landed! We should be at the house of that friend of yours! But you were all– ‘Creek, nooo! All of our answers are hereee!’ Right?!” His face was red and he was fuming. This was quite the pickle. For a moment, I thought about just phasing through the floor and convincing Floyd he was crazy until he pointed Creek out. 

 

  His voice wasn’t shaky anymore, but he sounded more agitated to see Creek than surprised. “Holy sugar.” Floyd narrowed his eyes, walking closer to the other troll. “Creek? Like– the Creek?” 

 

  “You..! I..uh– forgot your name!” Creek sheepishly smiled back. Now I was the confused one here. “Do you know each other?” I crossed my arms.

 

  “Sorta.” They both said in unison. 

 

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I'll try to add more lore n stuff next chapter because this felt so short for no reason 3 love u guys also I didn't beta read lol

Notes:

Was it smart of me to start another stories when I can't even catch up with the other one? Nope! Did I do it anyway? Hell yeah! I hope uh-- you all enjoy this new one. Love you all!!1