Velvet and Veneer Mini-Fics

by simply_dannie

Summary:

Introducing “mini fics”! I am refocusing myself to work and finish my main stories, but sometimes I’ll take a break and let my mind wonder. Mini fics aren’t meant to be carried on for more parts or continuation. They are short sweet stories (maaayyybe angst) that are just purely one-shots and “what ifs” in my AU to just enjoy. They’ll serve has place holders while I finish some main stories and art stuff that I tend to put off. So enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Little Too Much

Summary:

Desperation begins to grow inside Velvet… What they’re doing is not enough. She needs more Troll. One night it overtakes her, leading her to take a little more than she can handle…Leaving Floyd helpless to watch.

The twins strike their final pose.

 

The audience cheered and roared, chanting their names. Veneer smiled looking at the crowd and hearing his name. He turned to eye his sister… that’s when the smile vanished. She was smiling, but there was something about her smile that was menacing… terrifying. He could see a hint of a pink glow in her eyes…

 

“THANK YOU MOUNT RAGEOUS!!” She screamed into the mic. The lights shut off leaving the twins in darkness up on the stage. Once out of view of the fans, Velvet frowned.

 

“Could we have been any more worse!!” She cried as she exited followed by her brother.

 

“Sis, relax. We did fine. They obviously loved it!” He assured her.

 

“You don’t know anything!!! That was WAY below perfect. We need perfect Veneer!” She yelled as she made her way into the dressing room. Velvet went straight towards the diamond where the little Troll lay… he began looking more and more exhausted.

 

“What the hell is going on?? Why aren’t we perfect!” She screamed looking at Floyd.

 

“Because it’s not really you doing all that. It’s just what my essence is making you do. If you do it on your own, coming from you, then it’ll be perfect.” Floyd told her. A hint of guilt crossed Veneers face as he saw the state Floyd was in… what they were doing to him… they were killing him…

 

“Velvet, maybe for the next one, we should practice??” Veneer suggested.

 

“Are you serious bro? Why practice when it’s being handed to us on a silver platter? We just need more Troll! This one isn’t working anymore.” A desperation sounded in her voice. Everyday she grew scarier and scarier, like she had become addicted to this. Veneer glanced at Floyd, he could see the concern on his face… Velvet was slowly loosing it.

 

The door opened to their dressing room. A woman Rageon with loose navy blue hair, and lighter blue skin walked in… Lapis, their agent… she was under direct orders from Mistress… their manager. She walked in with her heels clicking, her glasses reflected the interior light.

 

“She’s not happy.” Lapis said.

 

Velvet scowled, “I knew it!”

 

“Is the Trolls effects working or not?”

 

Veneer stepped in, “I mean obviously. We’re still able to absorb the essence… Our fans are still obsessed with us.”

 

“Somehow the fans aren’t working either for her. She wants more. We have a few ideas. But you better deliver.” Lapis warned before heading out.

 

Velvet pounded her fists on the desk, “If we can’t deliver Veneer! They’re going to send us straight back down there! And you know it doesn’t go well for Rageons like us! They’ll make a laughing stock of us back in Under Rageous!”

 

“I don’t know what more we can do! We’re doing everything they’re telling us.”

 

“It’s not enough! We need more Troll!”

 

 

 

 

That night back at their mansion, Velvet couldn’t sleep. She tossed, she turned…. She just could not get out of her mind that the performance today was a disaster. How off key did she sound? Was it her or her brother? She turned to her left…that side of the bed was empty. Normally Veneer would come in like he did when they were kids and ask if he could sleep over. But tonight he didn’t, he knew she was angry, and when she was angry, it was best to leave her alone.

 

“We can’t go back.” She told herself. Out of the many, they were the only ones to make it and be picked for this; this life of fame. There had to be something special about them that they were chosen… and Velvet didn’t want to loose that. She had to stay up on top, she just had to!

 

Throwing the blankets off of her, she tiptoed her way out of her room and straight to where they kept Floyd.

 

 

 

The little Troll was curled into a ball, sound asleep. He  didn’t hear Velvet when she walked in. Gently she picked up the diamond. Velvet looked at Floyd as he slept soundly. Memories began filling her mind of the days that used to be… when they found Floyd, when he took care of them in the under-city. He became a father figure when they needed one the most. While Under Rageous saw their kind of Rageon as bad luck, he saw past it… he saw the lost kids they were in the dreaded under-city…

 

Her heart numbed… she couldn’t do this, she couldn’t keep hurting him. Velvet began to lower the diamond back into place, but then something else came to her mind… What if they failed and were sent back? Her and her brother only survived because of pure luck. What if their luck would run out? What if she lost her brother….the only precious thing she had in this damn place…They had a debt to owe, they had to do this, she had to…

 

Floyd stirred inside the diamond. He opened his tiny eyes to look up Velvet, “Vels? What are you doing here?” As he looked upon her he saw the glowing pink desperation in her eyes, “Vels?”

 

“I’m sorry Floyd. But we have to be perfect…. I have to be perfect. I need more Troll!!!” Taking the diamond she spritzed herself one too many times. Floyd grunted as the life drained from his body, a pain scoffing through. Velvet felt the high surge through her veins, she felt the euphoria…. She felt the power… and it felt good.

 

“THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!” She exclaimed, “But it’s not enough!”

 

Floyd tried to catch his breath as his body began to turn clear, “Velvet. Stop please.” Again she took the diamond to spray herself, absorbing Floyd’s essence. Again she felt the euphoria and energy surge through her veins, a glow coming to her body…. But something was different, because this time, it felt like it was too much. Velvet let the diamond drop to the floor with a thud as she clenched her chest..

 

“What the hell…” she exclaimed. Floyd stared at her wide eyed.

 

“Vels?”

 

Velvet fell to her knees, still clutching her chest, the glow still in her body and eyes…. She collapsed.

 

“VELVET!!!” Floyd cried as he saw her body tremble on the floor. Her eyes still glowing nearly rolled at the back of her head, her body shaking uncontrollably. “VELVET! Oh my god! VENEER! VENEER!!! “ he cried out, tears beginning to sting his eyes as he helplessly watched Velvet practically overdose on his essence. How was this possible? Was it because of their ability?… or because of his essence?

 

“VELVET COME ON PLEASE HEAR MY VOICE!!” Floyd banged and banged on the diamond. But it was useless.  Velvets body still shook on the ground, she began to foam at the mouth…

 

 

 

Veneer was sound asleep. He hugged the fish plush his sister made him years ago, a little after Sparkles died. He was seventeen now, but he didn’t care, it brought him comfort. It was peaceful that night… but something kept urging him to get up. He opened his eyes and glanced around the room… something was off, something didn’t feel right. Veneer tried putting that feeling in the back of his mind as he closed his eyes…

 

But the feeling came again..

 

“Uugghhh.” He groaned as he sat up. Veneer needed to make sure, so he went to his sister’s room. When he got there he saw her bed was empty.

 

He shrugged, “Maybe she went to the bathroom.” Veneer yawned and was headed to bed when that feeling came again…. A feeling that something wasn’t right….That’s when he heard the noise.

 

“SOMEONE HELP!”

 

Veneer took off running towards the noise… he could hear he was getting closer…

 

“VELVET PLEASE!! OH MY GOD! VELVET!!”

 

Veneer barged into the door to see Floyd desperately banging on the diamond hoping it would break. He turned to see his sister lying motionless on the floor.

 

“VELS?” He ran to her side and scooped her into his arms. She was foaming at the mouth, her eyes half way closed. “VELS!!” He screamed shaking her body.

 

Veneer placed his ear by her chest…. He could still hear her heart, he could feel she was breathing, but just ever so slightly.

 

“WHAT HAPPENED?” He looked at Floyd, “WHAT HAPPENED!”

 

“She came… she used the diamond… took more of my essence….” Floyd could hardly speak, hardly to think… he nearly saw her die, “Veneer she took too much… She took too much.” Tears swelled in his eyes…. She over did it.

 

“Vels?” Veneer cried holding his sister close. She was stable now, her breathing steadied, her heartbeat felt back to normal, but she still didn’t stir… she still didn’t move. “We have to stop Vels,” He cried, “I don’t want to loose you like this….please.”

 

Floyd rolled his diamond near the twins… he couldn’t hug them, he couldn’t comfort them… instead he leaned the diamond in between both of them… hoping they could feel warmth… he couldn’t loose them either.

Chapter 2: No, It’s Me!

Summary:

Velvet is looking to better herself to also be a better sister to Veneer. But now she has a very small competition going on with none other than Branch… who has claimed himself Veneers older brother.

“He’s going to love this!” Her smile seemed almost malicious, but Velvet was actually happy. Finally, after all this time, after all these years, she had found some! In her hand was a small box, within the box was the rare, but delicious, Tiff Toff Chocolate. She didn’t know where it came from, but she happened to find some here at there stay in Bergentown. Velvet made sure to get enough for the trip back home in a couple days.

 

She quickly made her way into the Bergen Castle to look for her brother. Today, she sported her back to normal attire. A pink loose Cardigen with her skin tight black dress. For shoes she wore the usual Rageoun high tops and elongated white socks. Her hair was still styled up in her usual ponytail; on her wrist, the pink crystal bracelet Veneer once gave her.

 

Velvet really hadn’t felt happy like this in a while.

 

“Ven!” She cried out as she made her ways through the hallways of the castle.

 

“Veneer!”

 

She peeked behind door to door. He wasn’t in town, so he had to be around here somewhere…

 

“Thank you Branch!” She distinctively heard her brother’s voice. She followed it. Velvet opened one door to find Veneer sitting cross legged on a chair, the small little Troll named Branch standing next to him in the table.

 

Veneer began dressing a little more himself. Today was a red poofy, sleeveless vest that stopped a little above his waist. Underneath a skin tight black t shirt. He wore black skinny jeans with his brown combat boots… he was always one for boots… and his purple beanie…. God what was it with him and the beanie!

 

Veneer turned to find Velvet standing at the door.

 

“Vels look! Look what Branch got me!” He ran to his sister to show her a handful of Tiff Toff Chocolates…. Wait, Tiff Toff Chocolates!?

 

“You’re kidding…” Was all that escaped her lips. She eyed the little Troll with dagger eyes. Branch arched an eyebrow… what he do now?

 

“Oh! What’s that?” Veneer exclaimed as he saw the box within Velvets hand.

 

“Oh, um…” Before she could come up with any explanation, Veneer snatched the box out of her hand and opened it up.

 

“MORE TIFF TOFFS!!!” He exclaimed as he began bouncing up and down like an excited child.

 

“Ya. Surprise.” Her tone was sarcastic.

 

“Eeehhh!! I’m going to give one to Floyd!” He ran out like a happy kid at Christmas. Velvet waited till he was out of ear shots way.

 

“What the hell Branch!” Velvet turned furiously at the little Troll who still stood on the table.

 

“What I do now?” Branch retorted crossing his arms.

 

“Im the one who told you he LOVES Tiff Toff Chocolate! That I’ve been trying to find some for him, and you go and pull this crap!” She exclaimed. Branch stared at her wide eyed and open mouthed.

 

“Seriously! You’re seriously going to come at me for that?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“I just happened to see them and thought of what you said! I even told him you mentioned it! So I’m not taking full credit. I wanted to do something nice for him for a change.” Branch said. “I haven’t been the best brother figure to Veneer, so I’m trying to make it up. I want to be better now that I’m not the baby brother anymore.”

 

“Excuse me? Brother? Last time I remember DNA states that Veneer and ME are siblings. Not some raunchy Troll.”

 

“Watch it girly! Yeah, I grew to see Veneer as a little brother… he followed me around everywhere it’s hard not to. I mean he does need to have a stable sibling to look up to.” Branch spat back.

 

“Stable? I am stable!” Velvet said.

 

“Oh no. You have mood swings like no tomorrow. You leave whenever you so please whether you’re here in Bergentown or back at Rageous! Veneer doesn’t need that right now.”

 

“Oh and you know exactly what he needs?”   Velvet crossed her arms.

 

“Why yes I do!” Branch mirrored her stance.

 

“What Vennie needs right now is his family… and that’s me! Not some grudge Troll who ignores him half the time because he’s annoyed with him. I NEVER ignored Veneer!” Velvet said.

 

“And treating him like garbage is any better! I admit how I treated him was wrong, but I never once manipulated or treated him the way you have! I am willing to make it up to him.” Branch replied.

 

“Well so am I! That’s what I am trying do! Be a good sister! So stop interfering! And stop self-proclaiming yourself as his brother!”

 

“It’s a role I so happened to take! Proudly I might add! Someone had to be there for him when you decide to go on your mood swings and ignore everyone! And run off every now and then to god knows where! I know what it’s like to be abandoned.”

 

“I DO NOT abandon my brother! I’m trying to work on myself too you know! I’m trying to be a better person for myself and MY brother.”

 

“Well that makes two of us! I’m trying to better myself for my brothers too… and that includes Veneer!”

 

“So what makes you think you a good brother to Veneer? He’s been MY brother since birth! So I know him the best and the longest. We’ve been by each other’s side since birth, we have been through hell and back! We’re inseparable! And that doesn’t plan to change.”

 

“We’ll make room “sister” cause now you have an older brother in the mix.”

 

“Big brother? Please! I could squash you like a bug!”

 

“Try it! I dare you!”

 

Velvet and Branch were staring down each other… the door opened. They turned to find Veneer walking in already finishing the chocolate Tiff Toffs he had just gotten from both of them. He stared at them, cheeks puffed up from stuffing his face with chocolates.

 

“What did I walk into?” He said with a stuffed mouth full of Tiff Toffs.

 

“Just having a casual conversation with my favorite Troll.” Velvet used her finger to tap Branch on the head a little too hard.

 

“Oh yeah. Super casual.” Branch retorted swiping her finger away…. Unfortunately, sarcasm was not Veneers first language. He smiled oblivious to the argument Velvet and Branch just had.

 

“Really? See Vels! You’re making progress already.” Veneer smiled at his sister.

 

“Why thank you. Oh! Let’s go to the roller rink? Today is disco night.” Velvet chined turning her brother to head toward the door.

 

“Oh!” He exclaimed with a smile on his face, “I’ll so totally own that!”

 

“Make room for a tag along!” Branch whipped his hair to pull himself into Veneer’s shoulder. “Being a Pop Troll and member of Brozone, dancing is my specialty. I can show you some moves you can use on the dance floor.”

 

“Me and Vennie already had some choreography of our own.” Velvet replied.

 

“Well I can improve on that 100%.”

 

“I highly doubt it. Ven has it in the bag already, and I’ll be there with him.” Velvet added.

 

“He does have it in the bag, but it will be with MY help.” Branch replied.

 

“No, me.”

 

“Me.”

 

“Me!”

 

“ME!”

 

Veneer twist his head back and forth between Velvet and Branch, growing dizzy as he did so.

 

“Guys! You can both help me!” He exclaimed, “What I could actually go for is their pizza! oh and their smoothie! Think they have the strawberry flavor now!…”

 

Veneer kept yapping away, oblivious at the daggers Velvet and Branch were staring at each other…. All Veneer knew right now, and all he cared about… was having his sister and new big brother.

Chapter 3: Not My Brother

Summary:

The Trolls succeed! The brothers are reunited…. But at what cost to Velvet?

Notes:

The fic that started it all!!

Velvet and Veneer stood silent and in awe at what was going on around them. Big voices for such small Trolls. Singing their tiny hearts out. Like that’ll do any good, Velvet thought to herself. She was too distracted to feel that the diamond containing Floyd began to glow and move. Within a moment it popped right out of her chest.

 

“No, no!” She desperately reached out to try and grab it.

 

“Vels!” Veneer reached out to grab his sister just in time.

 

“The Troll!” She screamed, her eyes glowing pink with greed.

 

“Sis, it’s not worth it!” Veneer held her back. At the moment something began to happen… the Trolls harmonized. The diamond holding Floyd began glowing brighter and brighter. Veneer saw and knew what was going to happen….. the diamond exploded sending a wave of light.

 

“Vels!” He jumped on top of her right at the moment of the explosion, shielding her from the burst of light, knocking him off instead.

 

“VENEER!” She cried out. As the explosion diminished, she crawled towards the edge looking below. “VENEER!” She called out again…… she saw him. He lay motionless in his side facing away from her.

 

“….no….” She quickly ran to a lever that allowed the risen platform to lower.

 

The Trolls were paying no attention. Branch attempted to talk to his brother, hoping Floyd would wake up.

 

“I built it Floyd, I built the bunker… except for the waterfall.” Branch whispered, tears starting to fill his face.

 

“Then… how will we shower..” Floyd said softly. At that moment a wave of happiness spread through the Trolls. The brothers were the first to embrace, Viva and Poppy joining right after. They were interrupted by the sound of the platform lowering. Branch and his brothers grew a defensive circle around Floyd, waiting for Velvet to make her move…. But she ran past them. That’s when Floyd turned to see who she was running to.

 

“…oh no..” he said softly making his way to the giant Mount Rageoun.

 

“Veneer!” She held her brother in her arms…blood coming from his head and nose. “Veneer…Vennie come on wake up.” She said shaking him softly. Tears began filling her eyes. The star shaped cameras began to hover around them. “CAMERAS OFF!” She demanded. They powered down.

 

At that moment Floyd ran up to them followed by the other trolls. Floyd placed his tiny hand on Veneers cheek… checking for warmth… nothing. He looked at Velvet.

 

“Hey Vennie! Remember those chocolates we ate as kids. I never told you, but I found them! Let’s go get some right now!” She exclaimed trying to sound happy. Branch walked past Floyd and up to Veneers chest, laying his tiny head on it….no heart beat. Branch looked solemnly at Floyd, then to Velvet.

 

“Oh! How about we get another goldfish!!” She began to say things she knew would catch his interest… something that would wake him up.

 

“Velvet..” Floyd said softly.

 

“Remember that girl you had a MASSIVE crush on in high school, and I was petty and told you you never had a chance? Well she liked you too! Let’s find her! Let’s get you on that date you always blabbered about!” Tears began streaming down her face as she saw he wasn’t waking up. “Come on let’s go Ven! You’ll go on a date and I’ll find someone and we’ll get married and be each other’s neighbors… like you said when we smaller remember. You said that our kids would grow up together. That no matter what we’d always be… we’d always… be brother and sister…” She began to cry uncontrollably. She buried her head on his chest… he wasn’t waking up… he wasn’t going to.

 

“Not my little brother please.” She cried. Poppy held her hands over her face, she walked up to Velvet, placing her tiny little hand on her arm. Viva followed and did the same. One by one until they all surrounded her. Velvet felt the warmth of their tiny hands. She looked up at them, tears streaming down her face.

 

“I’m…. I’m so sorry.” she said looking at them, then to Floyd. The little Troll placed his hand over his heart, tears beginning to fill his eyes. Velvet stood up.

 

“Cameras on me.” She said. The star shaped cameras hovered around her. “Cameras on.”

 

Her face filled the screens around them. A gasp of the crowd as they saw her tear filled face.

 

“Listen up people. And listen good….we…” she corrected herself, “I am a fraud!” A wave of gasps and murmurs filled the air. “I have no talent. I’ve been using a small little Troll to give me talent. Everything was a lie! I brought my baby brother into this,” tears falling down her face again, “I changed him. I made him change into something he wasn’t. And he let himself…for me…I’m not who you guys think I am… I’m a nobody… and I’m ready to face those consequences.” She said. The crowd was stunned and silent.

 

“Cameras off.” She said. She turned to Crimp who was crying a distance away. “Call the cops…. Please… just… just give me a moment first though.” She returned to Veneer who still lay motionless. Grabbing his body she held him… she held him the way she did when she first met him… when he was just born. She placed her head on top of his, and began rocking back and forth slowly, humming a small tune their mother use to sing to both of them. She could still smell his cologne.

 

“……..I love you  Vennie…” she said softly as the tears came back.

 

The Trolls stood back to let her have her final moments with her brother…. They couldn’t let her go to jail… not like this..THIS what they were witnessing… was already torture enough.

Chapter 4: Unknowing

Summary:

A memory comes back to Veneer, a memory of someone they knew, someone they once trusted.

The name of the little Troll in the diamond comes back…. Allowing Veneer to be vulnerable as he cries his sorrows.

Notes:

Inspired by and written for meadow-hearthfire on Tumblr!

This story will also introduce a new role of their father in the Under Rageous AU!

It was just a rehearsal… but everything had to be perfect. SHE wanted it perfect.

 

“Again!” Mistress would cry out, “Again!…AGAIN!”

 

This time they had it though… this time it was going to be perfect. Sitting amongst the empty seats of the auditorium were the other producers that were part of corporation Mistress fell under, part of the powers in Mount Rageous. They watched as the twins rehearsed…

 

“Not bad. You’ve really turned them into your own little creations haven’t you.” A male Rageon told her.

 

A dark smile came across her face, “Molded them just like clay. The Troll helps. Funny to think a business their family started in the under-city would benefit them up here.”

 

“Does he know where they are at? Does he know you brought them up here?” He asked.

 

“…. He does.” She smirked, “He wants them back. When he comes knocking, that’s when we offer our exchange…”

 

They continue watching the twins. Velvet of course was meant to take the lead, Veneer was just meant to follow, push her, acknowledge her presence so the rest of the world can see. But for some reason, today, he was really feeling the music. His voice boomed a little higher than his sisters. Velvet turned to give him a warning look. He noticed…. He backed away…

 

“Interesting…Did he use the Troll today?” The male Rageon asked.

 

“She did…… he didn’t…” a scowl came across the Mistress face.

 

“Hm, then you have a problem on your hands.”

 

Velvet laid out the final note to the song. Both struck their final pose, breathing heavily, their eyes glued upon the Mistress and the rest of the producers who were watching. Mistress was the first to stand up… she wasn’t happy… and they could see it in her face. Her heels clicked as she approached them…

 

“Again.”

 

“What?” Veneer was the first to asked. He turned to his sister… she was exhausted.

 

“…. Again.” The Mistress said more sternly.

 

“Can I have a break? I’ve been none stop.” Velvet replied.

 

“You can have a break when your brother stops messing up.” The woman replied.

 

“Me? But I’ve done everything you’ve told me too.”

 

“Your ONLY job is to act as a backup. You’re there for looks and nothing more. Yet, you feel the need to over step your sister?”

 

Veneer didn’t know how to respond, sure he got a little carried away, but he’d never steal the spotlight from Velvet, “….That was an accident…”

 

“…. That’s all I ever hear, “it was an accident” perhaps I should have you replaced.”

 

“No! No. I can do it, I’ll try better. I won’t mess up….”

 

SMACK!

 

Mistress struck him clear across the face as her anger was released. Her nails scratching his skin. She gripped him by the collar and pulled him towards her. His face only inches from hers. Velvet took a step forward but was held back by Gruff, one of the Bergen body guards.

 

“…. You’re pathetic, you know that? You serve us no purpose. You’re just a spare in this world Veneer. Even daddy was disappointed that his only son turned out to be so weak, wasn’t he Veneer?”

 

His lower lip quivered as he tried to hold in his tears. She snarled and throw him back on the floor, “The mood is broken. Tomorrow you’ll get in that extra practice… No dinner either for both of you, we need to make sure you’re as thin as can be for the cameras.” She snapped her fingers, the Bergens escorted the twins back home…

 

….. The ride home was silent. Velver would only cast glances to her brother. She was never good at comforting, in ways she was like her father. Veneer was always the one to comfort her… like their mother. Velvet extended her hand but paused midway before retreating it. She then turned and looked at the window, no words being spoken between them…

 

Veneer allowed himself to cry alone that night. He hugged his pillow as he allowed the tears to fall. He took a moment to look around his room: it was big, luxurious, he had everything he had ever wanted, he was finally living the life of a Mount Rageon… he should be happy…. But deep down he wasn’t. Veneer began feeling that everything was just a lie..

 

“….. Daddy, please find us….” He whispered. Was running away from home a good idea? Was it ever? He wanted comfort… he needed to hear soothing words…. He needed someone. Veneer thought back to the words he had spoken…. dad. He didn’t know what made him do it, but he threw his blankets off him and walked out his door.

 

His mind wasn’t thinking, he allowed his feet to take wherever they wanted to go. As he walked the events of the day replayed in his mind… so did the words Mistress spoke to him. Veneer found himself standing in front of a door. It wasn’t Velvets room, but it felt right, it felt like he needed to be there. Opening the door, he walked in to a small room. The only furniture within the room was a table and a chair. It was decorated with lights all around. He flipped the switch allowing for the lights to illuminate little brighter. He went to the chair and sat, Veneer then reached over to grab the object that lay at the center of the table…. A diamond.

 

He picked it up gently and carefully so to not wake the small, sleeping Troll that lay inside. Veneer looked at him. Troll….Troll…. No, he had a name. A name he and Velvet once knew, once called him by. He looked at the small sleeping Troll encased inside…..

 

“……Floyd…..” The name escaped his words in a whisper. As if a key to a chest, the name allowed for memories to flush in Veneers mind…. The day Floyd fell victim to a Troll trap, the day Veneer laid his eyes on the small Troll… He looked gray, weak, and sick. Veneer freed him, hid him from his father… of course was punished for it too. When they ran away Floyd came with them.

 

“You’re going to need an adult to watch after you out there.” He had told them.

 

And he did. He went with them. The little Troll could’ve left, could’ve gone home, but he didn’t. He remained. He became what the twins needed after their mother died….a father. Right now, that’s what Veneer needed, that’s why he subconsciously came to find him…to find Floyd.

Veneers lip quivered again, but this time he didn’t hold the tears back…. He allowed them to fall. One by one until a river fell down his face. His body shook as he cried. The small trembling awoke the Troll in the diamond.

 

“Veneer?” Floyd woke with a small yawn. Rubbing his eyes, he finally saw the Rageon breaking down in front of him. “Ven?” Floyd saw the light scratch marks across the boys face….Mistress laid hands on him….again.

 

“What did she do to you? Ven, look at me. What did she do?” Floyd asked again. But Veneer didn’t answer, he just continued to cry. He wanted an embrace so badly, he wanted to feel warmth wrap around his body. So Veneer held the diamond close to him, squeezing it in a tight hug.

 

Floyd felt the trembling in his body as Veneer continued to cry, soft sobs escaping his lips. He knew what the boy wanted…. Unfortunately he couldn’t give it to him. So all Floyd did was outstretch his tiny arms around the diamond, hoping Veneer could feel the hug he desperately wanted to give him.

 

“….its okay…. I’m here. I’ll always be here….always.” Floyd said.

 

At the sound of his voice and words, Floyd felt Veneer let a sigh of relief. He could feel the tears and sadness begin to diminish away, but Veneer didn’t let the diamond go, he still held it close to his chest, hugging it as tight as he could. Floyd squeezed the walls of the diamond in a hug, hoping Veneer could feel it. The two remained in peaceful silence…that’s all Veneer wanted, comfort, comfort from his dad…

 

 

Back in Under Rageous…

 

Within the walls of the Montegue manner, a tall pale Rageon sat on his arm chair. His face was cold and stern, he was twiddling a ring in his fingers….his wedding ring. He had never worn it to protect her, but now she was gone, he continued to wear as a reminder to kill the ones who would dare hurt her, who would dare kill her.

 

He placed the ring back on his finger. He stared at some pictures in front of him, articles he had obtained, pictures and headlines covering them all:

 

SUPERSTARS VELVET AND VENEER TAKEN MOUNT RAGEOUS BY STORM!

 

QUEEN AND KING OF POP! WHO ARE THESE FABULOUS TWINS WE ADORE!?

 

He search through and through in the under-city but never found them… until the news began to leak of these new pop stars. Who ever took them from him, whoever took them from Under Rageous was going to pay ten fold…but they weren’t the only one. He looked at one picture in particular, a paparazzi shot of Veneer. He looked closer and saw something perched on the young boys shoulder…a Troll. He recognized that Troll, it was the little devil Veneer rescued… the little devil that Veneer bonded with…

 

“The little devil that first took my children away from me.” Taking a knife he stabbed the picture….stabbed the little Troll. He pained him, being outsmarted by a little Troll….

 

Vaughn was going to get his hands him….and kill that little rat.

Chapter 5: Nicknames

Summary:

Inspired by and written for gabykatttt on Tumblr!

The Trolls are off on a small journey with Velvet and Veneer at their heels. All seems to be going well, until Veneer begins to spew random nicknames for Branch.

Branch, unsurprisingly, begins to grow tiresome of Veneers desperation for his friendship… and he makes it known.

The Trolls decided to take the twins on a stroll throughout the Troll Kingdom. They had already been to Pop Troll Village, next was the Rock Trolls.

 

Velvet wasn’t one for picnics, hiking, or nature in general… but right now, for Veneer, she would try anything.

 

“Let’s keep going guys! Come one we’re almost there!” Poppy chimed.

 

“Seriously? We have to walk more? Uuugghhh.” Velvet moaned.

 

“Stop whining and keep climbing.” Branch stated. “We’re walking 100x more than you and we’re not complaining.”

 

“Oh hush grudge troll.” Velvet exclaimed.

 

“You got it Tree Branch!” Veneer called out. Velvet looked at him with a questionable look. Branch and some of the other Trolls raised an eye brow…. Veneer flushed red out of embarrassment.

 

“Ummm, okay.” Branch replied. Veneer pulled his beanie further down, nearly enough to cover his eyes.

 

“The hell was that Veneer.” Velvet whispered to her brother as they fell a little behind the trolls.

 

“Was that too much?” He asked.

 

“Way, WAY too much.”

 

“…oh god.”

 

What was Veneer thinking? Tree Branch? That was too obvious. He adored Branch and just really wanted his friendship. Veneer could feel that Branch was still closed off, that he had a lot more walls to tear down before gaining Branches trust.

 

“Alright guys! Let’s rest up here a bit!” Poppy called out.

 

“Oh thank god!” Velvet over exaggerated, falling to the ground letting out a big sigh. “That was the longest walk of my life.” She grabbed her water and gulped it down desperately. Veneer opened his bag to take out his own.

 

“How are you not tired Little B.” John Dory stretched his legs and arms.

 

“Only the strong willed JD , only the strong willed.” Branch replied with a satisfied grin.

 

“Branch-a-roo, you want some of my water?” Veneer asked. This earned a giggle from Branches brothers, except Floyd. He made a face of disapproval to his laughing brothers.

 

“Um, no thank you. And it’s just Branch.”

 

“Oh! Okay sorry.” Veneer turned bright red as he took a seat next to his sister.

 

“Oh come on now, Branch-a-roo.” Clay teased. Branch balled his little fists. Veneer had been humiliating him the entire trip. He knew the kid wanted to be friends, but Veneer was terrible at reading people, terrible to know that Branch wanted to be left a lone.

 

“Rest up and then let’s go.” Branch muttered as he walked away.

 

Moments passed before they gathered their strength again to continue making their way to the Rock Troll kingdom. The trip took longer as they stopped to side see, showing the twins their own little world. Veneer was glued to his phone taking pictures left and right. He forced Velvet to pose with him on some, Poppy and Viva happily joining in on others, he even got one with Floyd. Veneer smiled at the pictures in his phone; other than Velvet of course, he felt like he actually had friends for the first time, but someone was missing.

 

“Hey Branchster! Want to take a picture together?” He called out with a smile on his face. Branch winced when he heard Veneer call, his brothers giggling at the growing progression of nicknames the Rageon was coming up with for the little Troll.

 

“No.” Branch stated firmly.

 

“Oh come on Branchy! Just one! I need one with all my friends.” The Rageoun smiled.

 

“….I’m not your friend.” He said softly, but at the same time loud enough for others to hear. A frown came across Veneers face.

 

“Oh?”

 

“So stop giving me nicknames. It’s just Branch.”

 

Veneer looked at his phone, pretending to scroll through his pictures… but his sister was the one to notice the sadness in his eyes.

 

“Okay.” Veneer said as he turned away pretending to take more pictures, but as soon as he faced away, the tears started falling. Velvet casted a look of anger on the small gloomy Troll.

 

“Was that necessary!” She demanded.

 

“I’m not his friend.” Branch repeated.

 

“Can’t you at least try?” Floyd asked. Branch crossed his arms and turned away.

 

“He’s been making this trip miserable with all the stupid nicknames.” Branch said.

 

“The only one making it miserable is you, troll!” Velvet placed her hands on her hips, scowling at Branch. “You know what, me and Veneer are fine. We’ll see the Rock Troll Kingdom another time!” She turned and stormed away in search of her brother.

 

Branch couldn’t help but feel a small sense of guilt. Veneer was too much at times, Branch just wasn’t used it. What didn’t help was that he still held that bitterness towards the twins, as much as they tried. Branch would never understand why Veneer looked up to him, what he saw in him. He looked at Poppy…she had been the same way at one point. Pestering Branch even though he’d make it clear he wanted to be alone… and now she was the best thing had ever happened to him. Poppy had brought out the best in him… he couldn’t help but see a resemblance in what Veneer was doing… the kid really just wanted a friend… Branch just so happened to be the lucky one….he let out a deep sigh. He headed off in search of the twins.

 

 

Velvet and Veneer sat in a small clearing against a tree.

 

“I guess this isn’t so bad.” Velvet said looking at the nature around her. Her eyes fell upon her brother, hugging his knees, staring at the ground.

 

“Mm hm.” Was all he replied…

 

“Ven, can you stop thinking about what Branch told you?”

 

“…. Why has it been so hard for me to make friends?”

 

“Aren’t I your friend goofball?”

 

Veneer smiled. “Yeah but you’re my sister…that doesn’t count.”

 

“Ouch. That one hurt.”

 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! That’s not what I mean!” He cried pulling his beanie over his eyes. Velvet smiled. A small sound of brushes against the trees caused them to turn around… a small Troll popped out amongst the leaves.

 

“Hey.” Branch simply said. Velvet huffed turning her brother to face away from the Troll. “Come on Velvet that’s not fair.”

 

“Let’s go Vennie.” She stood up pulling her brother along with her.

 

“Wait please!”Branch called out. Veneer was the one to stop, turning to look at the small Troll. Velvet tried to keep pulling him, but he wouldn’t budge.

 

“Look Veneer, I’m sorry.” Branch began. “I’m just not used to all this…attention… other than from Poppy. I always try to make sure I’m not noticed by anyone and here you come… noticing me. I- I don’t know how to handle it. Then my brothers don’t help in making fun of me… but none of that is your fault. You just want a friend…” Veneer took in the small Trolls words, contemplating what he should say, or if he should say anything at all.

 

“…. I’m sorry Branch… I wasn’t really good at making friends… still am. I hear everyone call you cool names, I started feeling left out.” Veneer fiddled with his thumbs as he confessed. Velvet stood behind him waiting to pounce on the little Troll if she needed too. Branch took a look at Veneer… he really was just a kid… they both were. Kids who were misguided and groomed… if there was any hope for them, Branch had to start changing his ways. He allowed the silence to linger for a moment before he spoke.

 

“Are you still up for that picture?” The Troll finally asked. A wide smile grew on Veneers face.

Velvet only rolled her eyes in disgust. Veneer took out his phone and pulled his sister along to join in the picture.

 

“This is vile.” She said.

 

“You’re nothing BUT vile.” Branch murmured as he hopped on Veneers shoulder getting ready to smile for the picture. “By the way… Branchster had a nice ring to it.”

 

Veneers smile spread from ear to ear.

 

Chapter 6: A New Kind of Family

Summary:

After a rough adventure in Under Rageous months ago… the twins can finally be stable…. They can finally live a somewhat normal life, and finally redeem that family they’ve always wanted…

Though, it’s not quite the family everyone would expect, but a family nonetheless.

Notes:

Vaughn info here:
https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/754844589631864832/vaughn-montegue

Floyd paced back and forth at the steps of the Bergen Palace.

 

“Seriously? You’re making me nervous. Just take a breather man.” Branch told him. He still had a cast that bound his arm… it had only been months since their adventure down in the under-city. It felt like a fever dream, but it was real, the danger, the near death experience… the salvation of all the Trolls in Under Rageous… Definitely something neither of the brothers wanted to relive, but definitely something they wouldn’t forget.

 

“Sorry! It’s just the first time I see them in months after everything happened. They agreed to spend time here, to stay over… I just want them to have a good time so they can keep coming back.” Floyd replied.

 

Branch shook his head and sighed, “I think if they didn’t want to come back they wouldn’t have agreed to your offer to stay here.”

 

“I guess you’re right. It’s their fire time out in the world, away from Rageous and its craziness. Plus, it’s going to be our first impression.”

 

Branch arched an eyebrow, “First impression?”

 

“Yeah. There dad is dropping them off.”

 

“…. You’re, you’re kidding. He’s coming too!” Though they had made their piece with Vaughn, something about him still shook Branch to his core… the guy was intimidating.

 

“The twins see me as their dad, but I can’t replace their actually father. He’s trying to mend things with them, and this was part of his agreement.”

 

Branch fidgeted.

 

“You’re… Are you scared of him? He did save your life.” Floyd was astonished.

 

“What? No! Me! Scared of a 9 and a half foot tall Rageon! Psssshhhtt.” Branch scoffed.

 

“….. You’re scared of him….”

 

“Shut up.”

 

 

 

 

 

The black limo made its way down towards Bergentown. Veneers face was plastered on the window taking in the sights of the outside world for the first time… it was amazing…the smells, the sights, everything about it. There was so much life. For eighteen years he was surrounded by nothing but the synthetic life of Mount and Under Rageous. He began counting trees once he started seeing them.

 

“… 200!…. I think.” He said.

 

“God you’re pathetic.” Velvet murmured staring at her brother.

 

“Velvet.” Her father’s tone was stern and serious. He sat opposite staring out the window as well. His arms and legs were crossed.

 

“What are you thinking?”

 

His thoughts were disturbed by his son’s voice. Vaughn turned to see both his children staring at him. It felt different, yet felt familiar, having them both here again…

 

“Are you certain you want to do this?” He finally responded.

 

“Stay with the Trolls?” Velvet asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Well, yeah! We promised Floyd. We still want him part of our life. I-I mean…” Veneer began to stutter. Vaughn scoffed, but his son was right. The little

Troll was there for them when Vaughn failed to be the father they needed. He admired, but hated it at the same time. He couldn’t figure out what he really felt about the Troll.

 

“It’ll only be a couple of weeks anyway.” Velvet assured.

 

“And if you want to stay more?” He asked.

 

“Then we’ll just ask.” Veneer responded with a smile.

 

Vaughn looked at the window again, “…. And if you want to stay forever?”

 

The twins glanced at each other: so that was it. He was afraid he’d loose them again. Afraid they wouldn’t want to come home… like the last time. But this time… it was different. This time it felt like there was hope in them being a family again…. Veneer didn’t want to ruin that, and deep, deep, deep down, Velvet didn’t want to either.

 

“Chill dad. Please don’t tell me Veneers sentimental mess is rubbing off on you?” She said.

 

“Sacarasm. So you do learn something from me.”

 

She rolled her eyes.

 

“We’re not going anywhere. We…. We want time with you too.” Veneer responded almost inaudibly, but Vaughn heard, a small smile crossing his face as his children weren’t looking...

 

The scenery began to change as they neared Bergentown, fences began to appear, the road changed from dirt to cement. The limo turned in as the gates opened…

 

 

 

“They’re here! They’re here!” Poppy chimed as she bounced off the walls of the palace.

 

“Poppy. Please. Just tone it down a small bit.” Branch said. They saw a black limo pull up at the palace steps as they made their way down.

 

“A limo? Huh? Fancy.” King Gristle added.

 

“It’s Velvet and Veneer. What do you expect?” Floyd smiled as he marched down. His brothers were close to his heels. It was only Floyd and Branch in Under Rageous all those months ago. The others only knew about what happened in the stories they told. This would be the first time they saw the twins since their little fame fiasco a year and a half ago now…. This would be the first time they met their father too.

 

“You think this gift basket is fine for them?” Bridgette asked, “I added the normal sweets everyone likes.”

 

“As long as it comes from your heart girl.” Viva replied with a smile.

 

They all watched as a Bergen got out of the drivers seat and made his way around the back to open the doors, Velvet and Veneer were the first to step out. To Poppy and the others, they looked different. They didn’t sport their glam attire. For once, they were just regular teens again. Floyd jumped and ran down to them.

 

The Bergen guard handed each twin their duffle bag. Velvet glanced up at the Bergen Palace with skepticism but Veneer was overjoyed.

 

“This is so cool!”

 

“Sure Ven. Sure.”

 

They looked down at their feet as Floyd ran up to them. Bending over Veneer scooped him up with one hand, a wide smile growing on his face.

 

“I’m glad you guys agreed to come. The others help me planned activities to do while you’re here.” The small Troll beamed.

 

“I’m excited! I haven’t really been able to talk about anything else all day!” Veneer chimed.

 

“Literally. It was starting to get annoying.” His sister added.

 

King Gristle made his way to the two Rageons with Bridgette and the other Trolls behind him, “Welcome! I know we kinda met back in Mount Rageons, but not officially. I’m Gristle and this is my lovely lady wife, Bridgette.”

 

The small female Bergen smiled and waved sheepishly, “You’re hair is like super pretty.” She said to Velvet.

 

“Oh. Well, thanks I guess.” She replied. Veneer caught Branches eye, giving him a small little wave. The small little Troll smiled and waved in return. He wouldn’t admit out loud, but he had grown a soft spot for the Rageon, for both…

 

Upon hearing the door open, out of the black limo behind them appeared another Rageoun… but they noticed he stood nearly 2 feet taller than the twins. There were similarities between them that much they could see. He wore a black vest with a white button up rolled to his elbows…

 

“Guys, this is our dad, Vaughn. Dad, this is everyone else.” Veneer introduced. Vaughn studied the small group in front of him… his children decided to make friends with small Trolls and small Bergens? Not his first thought of the type of friends his children would end up with… but at least they finally had friends…His ice, cold eyes staring at them all… it was terrifying, yet intriguing.

 

“Hummina, hummina.” Poppy murmured. Branch casted her a quick look, his eyebrow arched in disapproval.

 

“Hey! I’m right here!” He scolded.

 

“What? What did I say?” A look of genuine confusion crossed her face.

 

“….. Wooooww.” Viva stared, butterflies flying in her stomach.

 

“Toootttally.” Bridgette twirled her hair. She bashfully made her way up to him handing him the gift basket. “Some snacks. Just in case you want something sweet.” She winked.

 

Vaughn looked at the twins, Veneer shrugged and nodded, “Um, thank you.”

 

“Oh even his voice is hot.” Bridgette giggled gleefully.

 

“Ew. That’s my dad.” Velvet twisted her face in disgust. Gristle pulled Bridgette away eyeing Vaughn.

 

Viva smirked, “Well your dad still has it.”

 

“Ew okay stop! Let’s go inside now please before this conversation gets TOO weird!” Velvet swung her duffle bag over her shoulder.

 

Floyd hopped off Veneers hand and walked to Vaughn, it should be intimidating how tall adult Rageons are, but it was familiar to the small Troll.

 

“So you’ll pick them up in 4 weeks or I’ll drop them off?” The small Troll asked.

 

“I shall be picking them up. And when did we agree to four weeks?” Vaughn responded arching an eyebrow.

 

Floyd crossed his arms, “When we last spoke. You said yes.”

 

“Well I don’t recall.” Vaughn mirrored the little Trolls stance.

 

“Oh no…” Veneer murmured.

 

Velvet sighed, “Here we go.”  The twins prepared themselves.

 

“Vaughn you said you’d allow them to stay four weeks when we last spoke.”

 

“No you had mentioned three not four.”

 

“Come on man, they’ll be with you most of the time, so why not four?”

 

“I am their father.”

 

“Hey! Give me some credit! I became as much of a dad to them too!”

 

“Whoa! Look at you two fighting like an old married couple.” Branch teased.

 

“QUIT IT!” Both Vaughn and Floyd yelled simultaneously. They continued to bicker back and forth until the twins spoke up for themselves.

 

“Enough!”

 

“Guys come on!”

 

They both turned to look at the twins.

 

Veneer grabbed his duffle bag and walked towards them, “Why don’t we settle this over dinner. Gristle said he set something nice up.”

 

“What? But I didn’t agree too-“ Vaughn was cut off by his daughter’s voice as she grabbed him by the arm and began pulling him towards the castle.

 

“Nope. We ain’t taking no for answer. Let’s go old man.”

 

“Velvet, I said-“

 

“Nope she’s right. Family time!” Veneer began pulling him by his other arm.

 

“Guys if he doesn’t want to stay he doesn’t have to-“ Floyd began to protest before being scooped up by Veneer.

 

“Nuh uh. You two are both part of our life now and you two NEED to get along.” Veneer pulled Vaughn by one arm while grasping Floyd in his other.

 

“Yes, the married couple needs to get along now.” Branched teased as they marched back up the stairs. He was met with Vaughns stern glare.

 

“What sound do they make if I squash them?”

 

Branch swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.

 

“He’s kidding Branchy!” Veneer attempted to smile then hushed his voice looking towards his dad, “You can’t say that!”

 

Vaughn smirked at the twins guided him into the Bergen castle…. This is something he wasn’t used to. The only family he’d known were the twins and his late wife. But these little creatures made his children happy. He finally had them back… and if this new kind of family was making them happy, then he’d give it a chance…

 

The same thought was going through Floyd’s mind as he was firmly grasped in Veneers hand. It won’t be easy, but he’d give Vaughn another chance. Deep inside he felt they weren’t very different… they both loved and cared for the twins after all.

Chapter 7: Surprise!

Summary:

Vivian and Vaughn have a surprise for their twins… just not the surprise they would think..

Notes:

This story is set aside from the main AU. Purely. A what if scenario for fun!

Vaughn info here:
https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/754844589631864832/vaughn-montegue

Vivian:
https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/755114025599238144/vivian-montegue

Velvet and Veneer had just returned from school. They sat on the couch, both wondering what in the world was going on.

 

“Did you do something and blame me?” Veneer turned to his twin, arching an eyebrow. He wore his usual attire: a red button up, short sleeve shirt tucked into his high waisted black jeans. It was left unbuttoned to reveal his black undershirt underneath. On his head at his favorite purple beanie that had belonged to his dad, and his favorite white and golden sneakers.

“Woooowww, really? You think that of me bro?” Velvet studied herself in the mirror, tucking in a loose strand of hair. Her black pleaded skirt wrinkles, an oversized dark pink sweater with a white collar underneath. Like he brother, she sported white and gold high tops, her purple scrunchie laying on her hair. “Well cause it’s what you do! Why else would mom and dad tell us to wait here when we got back from school.” 

 

“Hmmm, yeah you were right I probably did then. I just don’t remember what they heck it is.” She studied her nails unimpressed.

 

“One day Vels, I’ll get you back one day..” 

 

Their conversation was broken as their mother made her way down the stairs.

 

“Oh good you’re home!” Vivian chimed, “Vaughn! Vaughn! They’re home!!” She squealed, running to the living room drawer pulling out a small box. Their father came down the stairs, a genuine look of embarrassment on his face.

 

“Perhaps just wait till you-…” He began to say. 

 

“What? No!! I was so happy to tell you now we tell them together!” She went over pulling her husband's arm to join her.

 

“I just know what they’re going to say.” Vaughn crossed his arms as he looked at his twins with his ice, blue eyes.

 

“Did we do something?” Veneer asked.

 

“No sweetheart! Me and your father have a surprise for both of you!” Vivian smiled.

 

This peaked their attention. They both stood up walking over towards their parents, a gleeful look in their eyes.

 

“Oh my gosh! A vacation! We’re going on a vacation!” Velvet smiled.

 

“Well… no not-…” 

 

“Oh! Dad got a new limo!! We’ll be going to school in a new limo! The one that has the little kitchen inside! I could eat my breakfast to school now!” Veneer clapped excitedly.

 

“Seriously…” Vaughn looked at both of them, “What children did we raise?” 

 

“Spoiled ones dad, spoiled ones.” Velvet smirked.

 

“Listen. It’s nothing like that. Though it’s something you can do all that stuff with.” Vivian said. The twins looked at her with confusion in their eyes. She handed them the tiny box, Velvet took it in her hands and opened it…. Her eyes shot wide…

 

“You’re kidding me!!” 

 

Veneer peeked, “A stick? Is that a thermometer? There’s a plus sign. Does that mean someone is sick?” 

 

“No Ven…” She eyes her parents, “This means mom is pregnant!” 

 

“Surprise!” Vivian exclaimed.

 

A smile crossed Veneer's face, “Do I finally get to be a big brother?” 

 

“Yes! Both of you have been promoted to older siblings!” She clapped her hands in excitement. Veneer squealed, hugging his mother. 

 

Velvet shot a deadly glance at her dad, “Ew guys really!! At your age!” 

 

Vaughn shrugged, “We still got it. Why not?”

 

“Gross dad! It’s called being careful! Being cautious! PROTECTION! Now I have to pay the price…” 

 

“And here we go… the rant.” Vaughn cued.

 

“I had to deal with a little sibling for seventeen years!”

 

“Girl, you’re only three minutes older.” 

 

“Regardless! Now I have to be seventeen years older to another little brat! Why do you guys make me suffer? Do you really hate me this much!” 

 

Vivian pulled both her daughter and son into a hug, “So dramatic. I wonder where she gets that from.” She smirks towards her husband. 

 

“No idea.” 

 

“Our family is growing! I have trouble getting pregnant already, so being able to have a second time… it’s a miracle sweetheart.” 

 

Velvet's anger simmered… it was true. Her mother called them her miracle babies after struggling for so long. The fact that she still was able to was amazing enough. She let out a heavy sigh.

 

“Fine… As long as it’s a girl.” Velvet pouted.

 

“I don’t care, I just wanna be the coolest big brother! Oh! Mom, dad can I please go shopping when you two go for baby stuff. Pleeeaaassseeee.” Veneer begged. 

 

Vivian giggles, “Of course!” 

 

Velvet glares at her father, punching him playfully in the arm, “Please calm yourself down next time old man.” 

 

Vaughn couldn’t help but smile

Chapter 8: Family Vacation

Summary:

Set in an alternate AU: The Trolls not only extend their welcome to Bruce’n’Sons to the twins, but also to their parents: Vaughn and Vivian. Their arrival to Vacay Island sparks some new friendships, and unfortunately, some spilled secrets.

Notes:

Vaughn info: https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/754844589631864832/vaughn-montegue

Vivian Info: https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/755114025599238144/vivian-montegue

”Alright! Got everything ready for our giant guests! Got the Mr. and Mrs. their own room…away from their bratty teens. As a married man, I know I need some time alone with my woman.” Bruce wiggled his eyebrows towards Brandy. 

 

She giggled, waving her hand at him, “Oh stop it you!” 

 

“Dude, come on…You’re children our present.” Branch gestured towards the half-bread Trolls running around. 

 

Bruce shrugged with a wide grin on his face, “They know about mom and dads love for each other. Call it a positive influence on the kids. I wonder how this Vaughn and Vivian are. Hey Floyd! Any details about the parents, man? We know about their two little recuperating, lovely brats.”   

 

“Their dad is the one that comes from money…Didn’t necessarily make it honestly or the best way, but money nonetheless. He’s mending some things too, but it’s best we stay on his good side…Guy already has it out for me.” Floyd said. 

 

Branch sparred a smirk, “Well, cause you kinda stepped in as a dad figure when they needed him most.”

 

Floyd tried to smile, but it soon faded, “…Listen….The guy thought his wife was dead for years….He almost lost the twins too…He was…Desperate. I’m not excusing what he’s done, or what he did…But…I can understand it. We’re helping Velvet and Veneer get back on their feet, I say we try helping him too….Besides, Vivian is about the sweetest person you can meet.” 

 

Carrying a tray of food and drinks, Brandy swiveled around delivering the orders to their location before she came around and joined the Trolls in their conversation, “Well I want to meet this Vivian! I need a married gal pal to really just vent too!” 

 

“…Baby…You know you can vent to me!” Exclaimed Bruce. 

 

She chuckled, rolling her eyes, “Oh sweetie, there are things that need to be vented that are just wife to wife.” 

 

A small pink Troll came bustling in excitement; spinning and jumping off the walls, “Guys a limo! A limo! It has to be them!” 

 

With a smile, Bruce replied, “Fancy. They arrive in a limo. This will TOTALLY boost my revenue now!”

 

 

 

The limo pulled up in the back where it could be seen less, allowing the family a little more privacy to get accustomed. The Trolls along waited as the limo pulled into park. The back seat door opened, a familiar tuft of green hair poked out: 

 

“Floyd! Hey guys!” Veneer chimed, hopping out with joyful step. His sister, a little less amused, hopped out behind him. She was ready to go: Her sun hat on, golden bikini to match her brother's golden trunks. 

 

“Yes. Hello, hello. The beach is already calling my name, you know.” Velvet chimed. 

 

Veneer shrugged, “She’s not going to show it but…she’s happy to see you guys too”. The door opened to the other side of the limo. The tiny head a female Rageon popped out making her way around the limo, a smile in her face.

 

“This is lovely!” Her eyes met the Trolls, “Thank you so much for having us! I know my children were definitely a handful…my husband tends to be too but he means well I promise!” The Trolls couldn't help but feel warm and happy in her presence. 

 

Next to her, appeared a taller male Rageon, his stoic stance was intimidating as were his ice, blue, steel eyes, “Thanks for the warm welcome Vivian.” Vaughn nudged his wife, only earning a giggle from her. The two were polar opposites that much anyone could see, but as they always said, opposites attract…and they seemed very much in love by how close she stood to him, how his arms wrapped around her as if protecting her at all costs. 

 

“Guys, these are our parents, Vaughn and Vivian. Mom, dad, well, this is everyone.” Veneer gestured to the small Trolls glancing up at them in awe.

 

“…..Now we know where the twins get their looks from…” Poppy blurted out. Branch casted her a glance. 

 

“….HEY!” 

 

“Hey, just being honest.” 

 

Vivian giggled. Vaughn continued staring down at the Trolls…Yep, Velvet was sure his daughter.

 

“On that note! Let me proudly welcome you to Bruce’N’Sons! The finest place you’ll stay here on Vacay Island! We have your suites all picked out and ready. Velvet and Veneer, you two get your old rooms…” Bruce began to explain.

 

Veneer fist pumped, “Yes! That’s the one with the coziest bed!” 

 

“For the Mrs. and Mr., you two get a private suite away from any children. It’s actually looking out at the horizon where you can see our beautiful sunset.” 

 

Vaughn smirked down at Vivian, giving her a playful tap on her butt. She wacked his arm as a mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, “Vaughn!” She exclaimed, a blush coming across her face. 

 

Velvet gagged, “Thanks Bruce. I may end up just getting another little sibling on this trip.”

 

Veneer arched an eyebrow, “You’re only like, 3 minutes older. Chill.” 

 

“Oh sweetie, Brucey is like that all the time. Can’t keep his hands off either. I have to tell him that’s not the place or the time either.” Brandy chimed in, “Hello! Im Brandy. Bruce’s wife!” She noticed the confusion that spread across the two Rageons face, “Oh we make it work! I don’t know how, but we do. You two are a beautiful couple!”

 

“Brandy! Okay, okay! Follow me guys!….Before this conversation begins to get awkward.”

 

They all followed Bruce in as he gave Vaughn and Vivian a small tour, after all, it was the place the twins spent months in doing their community service. Vivian was amazed by everything, the sights, the sounds. 

 

“Oh! That’s where I wait tables…and Velvet, well, they decided her being the bouncer was her best option.” Veneer exclaimed. 

 

“Hey, no one has caused trouble since, haven’t they?” She added with a smug grin. 

 

Vivian grasped onto her husband's arm as she looked around in bewilderment, “This is all so amazing! And beautiful! Whoever picked the colors and themes was quite on point!” 

 

Vaughn shrugged, “…The casino I own is better.” 

 

“Vaughn!” 

 

“What?” 

 

“Wait…You own a casino?” Branch hopped on the table, “Dude, okay, okay, that’s pretty impressive!” A smile of triumph crossed Vaughns face. 

 

“Branch! Please don’t get him started!” Veneer pleaded. 

 

“What? He’s interested. Why not tell him?” 

 

“Dad!” 

 

“Cause half the stuff that happened there wasn’t legal?” Velvet crossed her arms looking at her father. 

 

“Not legal? Well it’s safe to say where the twins get that from.” Floyd crossed his arms, casting a glance towards Vaughn.

 

He mirrored his stance, “Wasn’t. Past tense. I turned over a clean slate….Well…attempting too.” 

 

“Well, whatever happens here in Bruce’ n’ Son’s is one hundred percent legal. Ain’t having the cops coming in here.” Bruce replied, mainly out of pettiness, but this hit a hard nerve with Vaughn. 

 

“Legal or not, my casino is the top performing business in the under-city.” 

 

“Yeah! Oh! And don’t forget the Colosseum!” Veneer chimed, “…Which uh…we uh…yeah…we don’t talk about anymore…what Colosseum? That’s crazy…” He immediately remembered its sole purpose. He gave his dad a sheepish grin, “S-sorry dad.”

 

”Well this resort is the top of the notch out here in our world. I proudly take pride in that of course.” Bruce grinned. 

 

“….Maybe it could use some inspiration from my place to spruce it up…”

 

“I heard that!” Bruce chimed. 

 

Vivian covered her face as the two argued back and forth, “…I am so sorry. Vaughn can get passionate about things.” She looked at Brandy.

 

“Oh my little Brucey can go all day bragging about this old place. I just let him. Makes him feel good about himself.” 

 

“Brandy!” Bruce’s jaw dropped. 

 

“Oh my goodness, I do the same with my husband!” 

 

“Vivian!” 

 

Brandy giggled, “It honestly riles me up when he gets so passionate about things, not going to lie.” Bruce was waving down his wife, begging her to stop.

 

“Me too! He doesn't know how hot it makes him look when he’s talking about something he loves.” Vivian smiled. 

 

“Ew! Mom!” Velvet grimaced.

 

“…Seriously?” Veneer scowled. 

 

The Rageon continued talking to the petite Vacationer, “Oh the way he talks about our children! He’s so passionate about them, it melts my heart!”

 

“Yes! Brucey too! Oh you should’ve seen him when they were born!”

 

“Please, tell me, did he cry?”

 

“Like a baby crying for momma!”

 

“So did Vaughn!” 

 

They laughed and giggled as secret after secret began to pour out. Bruce and Vaughn staring mortified at their wives.

 

“Oh sweetheart! Come on, let's get a drink! I’ve needed a gal pal like this to just pour out all my feelings too!” Brandy took Vivian by the arm as she proceeded to the mini bar in the far corner. Bruce and Vaughn were left standing, their mouths gaping open…What just happened? It was Bruce who accepted the defeat first. He hopped over across the counter he was standing on…he started mixing some drinks…

 

“…Well…come on now. Might as well have a drink. I feel that we’re going to get close and personal VERY soon.” Bruce gestured as he began pouring some drinks into martini glasses. Vaughn turned to give the Troll a peculiar look. 

 

“….Never have I thought I’d have a drink with a Troll…” He murmured. 

 

“Well I never thought I’d have a drink with the father of my brothers kidnappers or whatever the story is…and an apparent ex-crime lord of an under-city…. Yet, here we are. So cheers.” The Troll took a sip of his drink. 

 

Vaughn picked up his drink, “Cheers.” He took a drink, “How much do you think they’re telling each other?” 

 

“Buddy, we’re probably going to know each other’s kinks by the end of the night.” 

 

“….Oh my god…” Vaughn buried his face into his hands. 

 

The twins and the rest of the Trolls stood in silence as they watched everything unravel, trying to process what exactly happened. They all stared in confusion, the only one to have a smile on his face was Veneer…

 

“This is definitely going to be a fun family vacation!” 

 

 

Chapter 9: Sacrifice

Summary:

Velvet has made choices that now have her, her brother, and their new ally, Apollo, facing death at the outer ridge of Under Rageous called the Edge….

….that is until a certain someone comes in… and sacrifices himself for the twins…

Notes:

Vaughn and Apollo info:
https://www.wattpad.com/1481302784?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=_simplydannie

“LET US GO!”

 

Velvet kicked and screamed as the Under Rageons held her captive. They had driven them to the Edge…. The edge of Under Rageous where a large fault lay, it fell forever into an eternal void, and eternal abyss…. No one knew what lay at the bottom… just a black void.

 

The Under Rageons pulled Velvet out of the car first. Followed by her brother, then the Strobe, Apollo…. The traitor.

 

“Déjame ir, cabron!” The Strobe muttered in Spanish. All three had their hands tied behind their back as they lead them close and closer to the edge of the fault.

 

“You don’t have the right to say anything anymore, puto.” A Strobe grasped Apollo by his hair and pushed him forward, causing him to stumble to the ground, “You failed. You said you were gonna bring the brats to us… but what did you decide to do…. Side with them instead. Do some flirting am I right.” He winked at Apollo, glancing towards the young female Succubi.

 

“Leave him alone!” Velvet cried out.

 

“Yeah. Yeah. We’ll leave him alone alright. Along with all you three… at the bottom of the Edge. Move it.” Pointing their guns the guided the three closer and closer. Veneer stood his ground in between the guns and his sister…

 

“Why are you punishing her? She did what you wanted. She got to you the resources. Let her go!” He stared down the Under Rageons surrounding them…. He hoped they couldn’t see him buckling at his knees… he was terrified, but having Velvet walk out of here alive was his one and only goal.

 

“Yeah. She did. Then she double crossed. Which in the line of the cartel…. Is a sin that needs to be punished.” The Rageon clicked his gun.

 

“Cool it! I’m the one who betrayed you. Not her. And not him. Deal with me.” Apollos spoke up standing in front of Veneer and Velvet.

 

“…. What…. No.” Velvet murmured.

 

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll make sure to make you pay. Now stand in a line. NOW!”

 

“LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE! BASTARD!” Veneer flared as the yanked Velvet away from him.

 

“Oh, little puppy has a bark guys!” They all laughed.

 

They pushed and pulled them standing in a row at the edge of the fault. They faced the Edge, looking down at the dark void that awaited them at the bottom…. This was there end. Veneer looked at his sister…

 

“…Run…” He whispered to her, “Run once you get the chance, okay, Vels. I’ll give you time.”

 

She shot a glare at him, “What? And leave you behind?! No.” He could see the tears beginning to sting her eyes, “This….This is my fault…”

 

“…No it’s not, carina.” She heard Apollo say, “….We all screwed up…Especially me. You two run. I can hold them off long enough I think.” He winked at Velvet.

 

“No!….I’m not leaving you either…” She murmured.

 

“…Vels, please…” Veneer begged…They could hear the gun click as the Under Rageons prepared to fire, “…Please run…”

 

“ENOUGH!” A loud familiar, deep voice emerged from behind them. They all turned…the twins heart sank: it was their dad. “….Let them go. Let them all go.”

Vaughn demanded. All the Under Rageons around were the ones with guns, Vaughn was not armed, yet, they all trembled at his presence…

 

“Let. Them. Go.” He demanded again.

 

“No, no, no. That’s an option, mi amigo.” Another voice emerged. Making his way down through his goons was Eros, the Strobe mafia leader… Vaughns rival… no one hated Vaughn more than him, and Mistress of course. “Your daughter double crossed my cartel. That’s a big no no. So, she has to pay. Along with the rest of her little gang.”

 

Vaughn turned to face his daughter, “Dad…. I’m…. I’m sorry okay. I just…. I was desperate… so wanted to be my own person, prove I can make my own choices…. I didn’t…. I didn’t mean for any of this… especially bringing Veneer into this…. I’m….. I’m sorry.” Tears strolled down her cheeks as she looked her father in the eyes. What did she right now? A hug…. She wants to run into her father’s like she had so many times, and finally just embrace him.

 

“You’re willing to kill your own son?” Vaughn turned back to Eros.

 

“Not much of a son really. Double crossed me in order to help your brats.” Eros spat, “Now if you excuse me. I have some death wishes to grant.” He singled for his men to prepare to fire. Hesitantly they brought up their guns as they carefully eyed Vaughn.

 

Veneer took his place in front of his sister again, hoping he’d take most of the hits… Apollo stood his ground next to him as well.

 

“You got balls, amigo.” He smiled at Veneer.

 

“Thanks? I think?”

 

“It’s a compliment. Hermano to hermano .”

 

“Oh! Well, thanks!” Veneer beamed at the Strobe.

 

The guns clicked, but Vaughn spoke again, “…. Appeal.”

 

“Wait!” Eros stopped, “what did you say?” An evil grin coming to his face.

 

“Appeal. You know what that means. You know the code.”

 

“Oh I do! You not trying to play tricks are you, take me for a fool?”

 

“No. I came here alone, unarmed….I appeal.” Vaughn swallowed the lump in his throat. Eros smirked. With a single gesture of his hand his guards removed the three Rageons from the ledge.

 

“What? What does that mean? Dad, what does that mean?” Veneer demanded as he struggled against their grasped, “what does that mean?!”

 

One guard went over to Vaughn, afraid to touch him, he simply gestured for Vaughn to move closer to the edge, “…. Hey! Hey what gives!? Dad!? What gives?” Veneer called out again, tears falling down his face.

 

“….Im sorry…. It’s the only way I can protect you. Both of you…. You’re survivors… I know you got this.” He looked at both his children with the most sincere look…. The look of a father.

 

“…..Daddy….” Velvet murmured, a pitch coming to her voice as she tried to fight back the tears, “I’m sorry. We’ll figure this out okay. Just come away from the ledge. We’ll figure it out.” She spoke, her voice shaking as she began to cry.

 

“…. Look away sweetheart.”

 

“No! Daddy please! Please! Please no!” She cried, trying to pull herself free to run to her father, “Daddy please!”

 

“….. I love you….. both of you… so much…”

 

BANG!

 

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the fault… within moments their father was gone…. His body being sent down to the abyss.

 

“NO!” They both cried as they ran to the ledge. Apollo was quick at their heal. He grasped Veneer by the wrist as he fell to his knees, reaching over the ledge, crying out for his father. He was able to grasp Velvet by her arm.

 

“Let go! Let go!” She cried clawing at his hands

 

“I’m sorry…. I’m so, so sorry…” The Strobe murmured, tears forming in his own eyes.

 

“Let go!!! I need to get him!” She cried at the tops of her lungs.

 

“We need to make sure he’s okay! Let go!” Veneer began pulling his wrist away.

 

“…. He’s gone…. I’m so sorry….. but he’s gone…” Apollo closed his eyes as the twins let out the most gut wrenching cries he’d ever hear. Velvet fell into his arms, Veneer fell to his own knees.

 

Laughter approached. Eros went over to peak over the ledge. He spat at the abyss below, “If I knew this is what it would take for him to surrender so calmly I would’ve done this along time ago!!! Finally, the unde city is mine! Mine!!” He turned to his goons, “I just killed Vaughn Montegue once and for all!…. Get their asses tied up and back in the car!”

 

They went over to the three Rageons. The twins struggled against them still crying, still yelling for their father at the top of their lungs…..

 

 

Behind the thicket near the edge, small eyes watched as everything unraveled…

 

The small gasps and cries.

 

“…. Oh my god….” Poppy’s voice murmured.

 

“….. they….. they killed their dad…. Right in front of them.” Branches small voice echoed out. Her turned to face his brother next to him, “He knew…. He knew this would happen, wouldn’t he….”

 

Floyd stood silent. His head hung low….

 

“Take care of them for me. Be the father they always deserved….” Vaughns voice echoed through his skull. Yes…. The older Rageon knew what was to happen… to save his children… he sacrificed himself…Floyd wiped the tear that fell from his eye… his heart shattering into two.

 

“…. He’s with his wife now…. And my promise to both of them…. Take care of their children.” He looked at Branch and Poppy, “Let’s go save them.”

Chapter 10: Tragedy (Velvet and Veneers Version)

Summary:

Inspired by and written for @jules0511 on Tumblr!

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ : Mentions of gunshots, blood, and death.

In my AU, it is Vaughn who finds Vivian dead after the home invasion. But my friend asked, what if it was the twins that had found her first instead....

Notes:

Vaughn and Vivian info here:

https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/759736540875423744/vaughn-and-vivian

The twins sat on top of the stairs…. they were eight.

 

It began with their father coming into the room as they sat on the bed with their mother coloring. He came to each of them, placed a kissed on their heads, then their mothers.

 

“…I have to go.” They heard him whisper to her placing a kiss to her cheek. He walked out the door. Velvet and Veneer looked at each other, then their mother…she was speechless, worried, scared. Without a word she got off the bed and ran after their father. Velvet was the first off the bed to follow.

 

“Vels!” Veneer called out.

 

“Shh. Only follow if you’re going to keep quiet.” She tiptoed out the door. Veneer fidgted with his hands as he hopped off the bed to follow his sister…

 

….and their they were. Looking down at their parents. Their fathers hands over their mothers face. They couldn’t hear what they were saying, their voices were hushed amongst only each other. Their parents leaned their forheads against each, before their father brought their mother in for a long, deep kiss… then he was gone. Vivian stayed where she was for a moment, extending her hand out towards her husband, as if it would magically bring him back. She held her stomach for a moment before turning around to find the twins standing on top of the staircase looking down at her.

 

“How long have you two been standing their?” She asked cocking her head to the side.

 

“Not that long. Where’s daddy going?” Velvet asked.

 

Vivian stood quiet a moment, thinking how to tell her children without really telling them what their father did for a living, “He was called to a meeting.”

 

“This late?” Veneer asked, “He wont take long right? He always tells us goodnight.”

 

“No he won’t sweetheart. He’ll be back just in time to tuck you in. As a matter of fact, just for tonight, you two can stay up and wait for him.” Vivian smiled.

 

“Really?!” The twins echoed.

 

Their mother nodded, “Just for tonight though. Don’t get used to it.”  They jumped up and down running down the stairs and straight towards the kitchen.

 

“Where are you two going?” Vivian asked them.

 

They cried out in unison, “Getting snacks!”

 

 

 

 

 

Velvet and Veneer stayed up playing together, eating snacks, drawing, reading. Slowly but surely sleep was beginning to get to them, and their father was still not home. Veneer yawned as he laid down on his parents bed.

 

“No Ven! We got to stay up till dad gets home!” Velvet shook him.

 

“…but im so sleepy.” He curled himself into a tiny ball as he began to allow sleep to overtake him.

 

“No Ven, don’t!” She shook him again, “Mooooommmm, he’s falling asleep.” Velvet called out to Vivian….

 

….She was in the grand restroom pacing up and down carressing herself as the nerves kicked in. Vivian could hear her daugther call out to her, “Just give me one second sweety.” She called out looking at the clock on the wall….fifteen minutes. It had been exactly fifteen minute. She took a deep breath and neared the bathroom sink where an elongated white stick lay…. with a bright little pink plus sign right on the center. Vivians hands shot up straight to her face as she gasped.

 

“…oh my god….oh my god…” She whispered, a smile coming to her face, tears falling down her eyes….she was pregnant again.

 

The door opened to the bathroom, “Mommy, Vennie fell asleep.”

 

Vivian quickly wiped the joyful tears from her eyes. She wasn’t going to tell them…not yet. She’s had miscarriages before. She wanted ot make sure this one stayed before telling Vaughn or the twins. She turned happily to Velvet, “It’s passed his bed time, of course he’s going to be tired. Come on. We can wake him up when dad gets home.” Taking Velvet’s hand she took her back to the bed room. “Let him sleep. Why don’t me and you-“

 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

 

Vivians heart fell to the pit of her stomach. She knew that sound all to well. Loud voices were heard outside. Vivian quickly went to shut off the light to their room, and peeked out the window to the gorund below…she could see the shadows of Rageon’s moving, the glowing lights of Strobes…..oh no….they were discovered….they knew were Vaughn lived. She ran to her side of the bed, her hand reaching underneath her night stand…she began pressing the panic button frantically.

 

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

 

Vivian grabbed a bat, “Wake up your brother now!” She ran to the door, her hand hovering over the knob. Velvet began shaking Veneer, his eyes slowly opening.

 

“Mistress! Mistress we have to get out now! The home is being invdaded.” It was the sweet voice of one of the maids Vivian opened the door.

 

“Oh thank god it’s you. The other house employees. Are they following protocal?”

 

“Yes, Miss. But we need to get you and the children out of here. Come on quickly…”

 

BANG! BANG!

 

…The shots were getting closer and closer. She knew the guards were doing everything in their power. Vivian ran to her children, “Vennie, get up sweety, we got to go.” She quickly placed his tubing back around his nose, “You keep this on okay. You two stay with me. Stay very close. Do you hear me?”

 

“What about daddy?” Veneer asked.

 

“He’s coming. Trust me he’s coming. We have to go. Remember what we taught you.”

 

“No asking questions, we follow what you and daddy say.” They twins repeated.

 

“Good now let’s go.” She took them in each hand and followed the maid out the door and into another hallway of the manor…

 

BANG! BANG!

 

Velvet screamed at the sound of the shots. “Don’t be afraid sweety. Right now you have to be brave. Keep running, stay with me.” They continue down the hallway. Two guards were waiting for them opening a secret door.

 

“Hurry up! Hurry up!” They called out. Vivian, the twins, and the maid made it to the secret door…it was fairly small, but enough for them to fit in, and conceal nicely; Vivian made sure to usher in the twins first.

 

“It’s an ambush isn’t it.” Vivian looked a the guard.

 

“…Yes…there’s too many. Once you guys are evacuated and safe, I’m going to call whatever men i have to retreat….”

 

BANG! BANG!

 

Bullets went flying past them as they took cover. Vivian looked a her maid….she had been shot….she now lay lifeless on the floor. She swallowed the lump in her throat….right now was not a time to mourn. Vivian figured the intruders hadn’t seen the twins, nor noticed the secret doorway yet…but if they got closer, the secrets would be revelaed. The guards took cover firing away, killing some of the goons on sight.

 

“Miss get going now!” They called out to her. Vivian took a moment looking at the guards then at the scared faces of her children.

 

“….Follow this passageway. It was made just for you two. It will lead you somehwere safe. You stay there you hear me. You stay their until me or you father come for you.”

 

“But mommy…” Velvet began to protest.

 

“No. Remember what we taught you for times like this: listen, no asking questions. Stay safe. Stay together….I love you. I love you both very much.” She quickly kissed their heads before shutting the door….the last thing she would see was the terrified look of the twins, “….please keep my babies safe….”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Velvet gripped Veneer’s hand as the made their way down the passageway, the sound of their feet echoing. Veneer gripped tightly to his breathing backpack, Don’t take it off, his mother’s words echoed in his mind, “I want to go back for mommy.” He said.

 

“No. She said keep going. She said her and daddy would find us….that daddy is coming back soon. He’ll stop those bad guys. I know he will.” She kept pulling her brother. Nothing could be heard from the outside….nothing. Like all the sound had disappeared. Either it had stopped, or they were so far away from it now. Velvet pulled Veneer along a passageway that turned left. She didn’t know where she was going, their mother said this was made especially for them, so wherever they went had to be safe….

 

…..They kept running and turning down endless passageways in what seemed like forever…..

 

Finally, they came upon a door….a door that seemed that would lead them back into the manor, but neither of them opened it. They sat in silence, waiting….listening…. The fighting, the voices…just as they came, it was all gone. The manor seemed like it was silent once again. Velvet placed her small hand against the door…

 

“Velvet no! What if they’re still out there.” Veneer whispered.

 

“…I don’t think they are anymore….” She pushed the door; and just as she predicted…the manor was empty. She stepped out first…then Veneer. They walked hand in hand into the manor…..they went looking for their mother…

 

…They saw what no eight year old should see…the bodies of guards and intruders alike…

 

“…Mom.” Velvet called out. They began making their way to where they last saw her. They walked up the stairs and back into the hallway where they were in not to long ago, “Mom.” She called out again…but she wasnt there….So, they kept walking….they walked…they walked…they called…and they walked…

 

….Then…they noticed a familiar set of light green hair from a distance lying on the floor.

 

“Mommy!” They echoed running to her. When they reached their mother, they noticed the pool of blood around her, her eyes closed, blood trickling from her mouth and nose…

 

“Mommy?” Veneer kneeled down shaking her gently. “Mommy wake up. They’re gone. The bad guys are all gone.”

 

Velvet kneeled down on her mother’s other side. She reached out to touch her arm…she was cold, she was really cold, “Mom, do you need blanket? You’re so cold. Mommy?” She joined her brother in shaking their mother…why wasn’t she waking up?

 

They heard footsteps echoing down the hallway…a voice calling out, “….Vivian!..Velvet!….Veneer!” The voice was familiar… They both stood up and took off running down the hallway. The turned the corner and collided with their father, embracing him in a tight hug.

 

“Daddy!” They cried hugging him tightly. Vaughn let out a sigh of relief as he hugged them both. He them hugged tightly, ever so tightly. Thank God… He thought to himself. He kneeled down at their level and just held them close…the fear of finding them dead earasing from his mind as he held them. He kissed both their heads, trying to withold tears from following out….His children were safe in his arms…but where was-

 

“….Daddy! Daddy, mommy isn’t waking up. She’s lying on the floor and isn’t waking up.” Velvet looked up at him.

 

“…W-what….” Vaughn’s voice grew shaky, his eyes growing wide as the fear set inside him once again.

 

“…Wake her up, daddy! Like in the bedtime stories you would read to us. Give her a kiss and wake her up!” Veneer shook his father….

 

……Vaughn’s heart falling to the pit of stomach as he looked down the hall where the twins had come from to see the familiar light, green, beauitful hair sprawled out on the floor….

 

 

 

Chapter 11: There and Gone

Summary:

Trigger Warning ‼️ : mention of pregnancy loss and blood.

A small story focusing on the twins parents, and Vivian’s beginning journey of trying to have a baby. Before the twins, the journey wasn’t always rainbows and butterflies… unfortunately it involved loss.

Notes:

Vaughn and Vivian info here:

https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/759736540875423744/vaughn-and-vivian

It was about three in the morning when Vivian awoke.

The blankets were draped over her and her husband after sharing one amazing night. Vaughn was asleep, his arms wrapped around his wife tightly, his face nuzzled at the back of her neck. She giggled gently trying to unwrap his arms from around her torso. 

“Baby,” She laughed, “Baby, I have to go to the restroom.”

“Mmhm.” He murmured in his sleep as hestitantly let her go, “….Hurry back..” He was still half asleep, facing the ceiling with his arms draped over him. Vivian couldn’t help it, he was to handsome, she kissed his cheek before getting out of bed. She clothed herself with a robe and reached into her night stand pulling out a small box she had been hiding for weeks….a pregnancy test. Tonight wasn’t the only night her and Vaughn were together. She’d been keeping track. They’ve been married three years now, and Vivian has yet to concieve, being the way they were with each other, she had to get pregnant at some point…and she was hoping this was it. 

Vivian waited twenty minutes pacing back and forth as she lay the test down in the sink, “Please, please, please, please…” She prayed over and over again. Her and Vaughn weren’t using any blockage to prevent her from being able to concieve….so why hasnt’ she yet? Viviain looked at the clock on the bathroom wall, one more minute. 

“Please, please, please….A baby…Just one baby at least.” She continued to pray. Time was up….Taking a deep breath she leaned over the sink to look at the pregnacy test….

….. There it was…..

….. a positive pink sign.

She squealed, quickly covering her mouth. Vivian grabbed the test and hid it somewhere good; she wasn’t going to tell Vaughn, not just yet. She was going to wait just a little bit more. 

Vivian looked at herself in the mirror, a smile growing across her face, “Finally!” She beamed. She had wanted to make him a father so, so bad. She wanted to give him the reason to leave this lifestyle behind and maybe just get out of Rageous all together…. And finally they could. 

Vivian turned off the bathroom lights and made it back to bed. She crawled in next to her husband and hugged him tight, unable to wipe the smile off her face. Vivian nuzzled her face into his bare chest as he wrapped his arms around her once more… everything was perfect…

A week passes when she’s finally able to get a doctor to come around their home. Vaughn was out, so she had to be quick….

“Well, you’re nearly two months pregnant.” The older Rageon smiled as he began putting his things away. 

“Two months? I’ve been pregnant all this time? I didn’t feel any symptoms or anything.” She places a hand over her stomach.

The doctor laughed, “You don’t need to show symptoms. It’ll just happen. The baby is looking good, so please, continue to take care of yourself just as you’ve been doing. I’ll see you again in another four weeks?” 

 

…Till then, now that she had the confirmation, she began planning on how to break the news to Vaughn. Vivian wanted it to be special…it would be their first baby after all. He noticed her more than happy mood, the way she was much more affectionate. Vaughn was curious as to what surprise she was hiding, what was it she was planning. Before heading off one day he decided to ask.

“Okay. There’s something your planning. What is it?” He cocked his head to the side, a smile on his face. 

A small blush came to her face, was she really that bad at keeping a surprise a secret? “Well, if you must know. It’s a surprise. A surprise you wont know about till you get back home. Now out!” 

He chuckled, “Normally you don’t want me to leave, and now you’re practically kicking me out of my own home?”

“Yes. I love you. Be careful. Now shoo.” Vivian proceeded to push him out towards the door, but with maximum effort, he was nearly twice her height. Vaughn chuckled as she continued to try and push him out the door as he effortlessly just stood there, “Vaughn!” She complained. 

“I haven’t had my goodbye kiss you know.” 

“….You’re a menace.” She smiled grabbing his face and pulling him into a deep long kiss, “There. Now leave! I need to finish getting your surprise ready.” 

“Fine. Fine.” He smirked as he walked off. 

“…Stay safe.” Vivian murmured as she closed the front door, “Okay. I have to finish setting everything up!” 

 

The hours went by and Vaughn finally made it back to the manor. When he walked in it was quiet, no Vivian to greet him as she normally did. A house maid walked by, “Where is Vivian?” He asked as he set aside his things. 

“Oh, the mistress has been upstairs. Seems like she was getting something ready for you, sir.” She gave him a light smile. 

He nodded, “Thank you.” He made his way up the steps towards their bedroom, “Vivian?” He knocked, when he heard no answer he pushed open the door….

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED TO DAD! 

The banner read across their bedroom. He was in shock. This was her surprise to him…all this time….she was pregnant. He wobbled at his knees a bit as the realization hit him….he was going to be a father.  A mixture of emotions ran through Vaughn: happiness, joy, anxiety. He wont deny that having a baby with Vivian was one of his goals, but would he be a good father? Especially in the life he was brought into? One thing was for sure….there was another precious life he was going to protect. 

“Vivian! Vivian, this was your surprise all along?! Come here so I can hug you, darling!” He walked into the room looking for his wife, “Vivian?” 

CRASH.

A sound was heard coming from the master bathroom. Vaughn bolted,sliding to a halt as he saw Vivian kneeling on the floor….blood surrounding her.

“Oh my god!” He rushed to her side, grabbing some towels, cleaning her up, “Baby, what happened? Look at me. What happened?” He brought her face to meet his, tears falling down her face twisted in agony and pain.

“….I just….I just needed to use the restroom…then…Blood….it wouldn’t stop….why is there so much blood.” She began to shiver, her voice cracking as the tears began to spill out again. Vaughns eyes trailed where the blood was coming from…his heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

“….Oh Vivian…” He pulled her to an embrace as she broke down once again. She clung tightly to him as her body shook, letting out her pain and cries. 

“…We were going to have a baby…a baby….everything was fine. The baby was fine…” She cried, burying her face into his chest, “Why? Why?”

“I don’t know sweetheart. I don’t know…. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

“….No…no….I’m sorry….You were finally going to be dad…” She sobbed, “You were finally going to be a dad….i messed it up…” 

Vaughn grabbed Vivians face, making sure she looked him square in the eye, “Don’t you dare think that you hear me. Don’t you dare. This is not in your control Vivian. Because if it was you wouldn’t have lost it. You would’ve fight to keep it….This is not your fault do you hear me. This isn’t the end. One day, Viv. One day.” 

Her lipped quivered and she clung tightly to him. Her cries filled with pain and agony, “….Hold me….Just hold me and don’t let go…” 

“…Always, Viv.” 

Hearing the cries, house maids and guards came up to find them, but Vaughn signaled them to leave…he didn’t want anyone helping his Vivian another than him right now. He wanted to be her comfort…and so he was. He allowed her to cry in his arms till she couldn’t no more. Vaughn bathed her and changed her. Carried her to the bed, tucking her in, then went back to clean the blood…

When he went to check on her, he saw she had fallen asleep. Vaughn went to turn off the lights to leave the room.

“…No…No stay with me..” He heard her say. She looked at him with red eyes, holding her hand out to him, “…I don’t want to be alone…and I don’t want anyone else….Just you..” She told him. Vaughn smiled. He went to change himself then crawled into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her. She nuzzled her face into his chest….whenever she was like this she felt safe, comforted, secure….

“…Never let me go…”

“….Never, Viv…Never.”

Chapter 12: The Bail

Summary:

Moments ago, the Trolls sang the perfect family harmony, releasing Floyd, inspiring Veneer to admit the truth…

Now the twins are on their way to “prison” in other words, the Rageous Detention Center for Troubled Youth… where the twin see a face they’d never think they’d see again…

Vaughn Montegue (father of the twins) 

https://www.tumblr.com/simplydannie/756842652889137152/vaughn-montegue-tattoos-inspired-by

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“FRAUD! FRAUD! FRAUD! FRAUD!”

The crowd booed and yelled, spitting slander and names as Velvet and Veneer were escorted to the vehicle. The Trolls remained behind on the yacht celebrating their reunion. 

Tears of rage stung Velvets eyes. She looked at her brother, “How could you!” She spat. He frowned, his heart sinking to his gut. Velvet had left him no choice, he had to, she was going crazy…He didn’t want to loose her…or loose Floyd. Veneer turned around once more to glance back at the yacht…

The Trolls continue to embrace and celebrate…only one Troll stopped and looked his way: Floyd. 

The small Trolls smile faded as he caught Veneer’s eye. The Rageon attempted one final smile before disappearing into the sea of raging Rageons. Floyd didn’t know what to think. he didn’t expect Veneer to admit their crimes so publically…it was bold of him…Floyd was happy to once again be back with his brothers, but at the same time saddended to what he had just lost…

“What do you say Floyd?” John’s voice cut his train of thought. 

He stared at his brother clueless, “What?” 

“I said we should all retire back to Vacay Island, together, as a family again.” His brother smiled.

“….Right…Family….” Floyd murmured. 

It was Branch who noticed the indifference that suddenly overcame his older brother, “Floyd, whats wrong?” 

Fiddling his fingers, Floyd stared at the ground. It was over…it was all finally over… just like that. His years in the under-city with the twins, his months trapped and witnessing the twins abuse at the hands of the Mistress…it was all over. He was finally reunited with his brothers, just like her had wanted…but he had lost something too..

“…How…how long do you think they’ll be in prison?” He finally asked.

“For life hopefully.” John spat out. Bruce elbowed him and shook his head. 

“Why do you care Floyd?” Branch asked. 

“I just….Maybe, there is a way we can bail them out? Maybe strike a deal with Rageous? Maybe they can do like community service with us or something? I can teach them and help become better. I know I can.” 

“Floyd, they tortured you for months!” Branch intervined. 

“I know but…”

“No! What doesnt make you think they wouldn’t want to kidnap all the Trolls they see! I mean they did that with all you guys.” Branch continued. 

“But Branch just listen…”

“No Floyd! You’re free. I have all my brothers back now. We arent doing this again. Please Floyd…I’m begging you.” 

Floyd looked at Branch, his little brother’s eyes pleading for this. Floyd had abadnoned him, he had left him and their grandmother at the mercy of hungry Bergens…He was surprised that he had made it out of there. Floyd couldn’t do this to him, not again, his brother needed him… he was willing to give them all a second chance they really didn’t deserve. If their paths werent meant to cross again, then maybe it would bring the twins back into his life….right? 

“…Okay Branch.” He finally smiled, yet he still carried a glint of regret in his heart….Was he doing the right thing? 

 

 

They rode in silence in the back of the vehicle. Veneer casted a side glance to Velvet: her face was buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she continued to sob uncontrollably. He reached to touch her hand, but she winced and scowled at his touch..

“DONT!” Was all she said. 

“Vels, just listen please…”

“I SAID DONT!” 

His face dropped as sorrow came upon him, “…okay.”

“………I hate you……” He heard the words escape her lips. Upon hearing them, tears came into Veneer’s eyes. Those were the words he had never wanted to hear from his own sister. She was always his pillar…it was always them against the world. Growing up, they always had each other when they had no one else. Through the schemes of the Mistrss, they still held on strong to each other…but if she hated him…then he had no one….

The vehicle arrives at the Rageous Detention Center for Troubled Youth. As they neared, a mob of angry Rageons were assembled outside…

“FRAUD! FRAUD! FRAUD!” 

The live feed of what happened reached everywhere around Rageous… and they were angry. The guards went around to escort the twins inside safely…

“TORTURERS!”

“FRAUDS!”

“SADIST!” 

“EVIL WRETCHES!” 

The slander didn’t stop, they kept being spet out left and right. 

“Stop it please!” Velvet screamed as tears continue stinging her face, “We…We didn’t do anything wrong!” Cameras hovered over them as they made their way to the entrance. They were media cameras…but Veneer knew all too well who else was watching.

“It wasn’t us! It wasnt us!” Velvet continued to cry.

“Vels, enough.” He attempted to whisper 

“It wasn’t us! It was…” She was cut off as Veneer wrapped his hand over her mouth. She fought and grunted as he continued to drag her along towards the enterance. 

“Let me go!” She struggled. He ignored her and didnt release her until they were safe inside. “What the hell Veneer!” 

“She’s watching. You know she’ll do something to you if you even mention her name in public.” Veneer warned. 

“YOU were the one to rat us out! It’s YOU who should be in trouble traitor!!” She spat. Her word echoed in the empty halls…It was then she realized what she said…

“I know…I know….I’m going to get what’s coming….It’s what I deserve right?” He didn’t look her in the eye. Veneer stared down at the ground, tears dropping to the floor near his boots.

“Ven….I…..” Her words were interupted as a light skinned, dark blond Rageon entered.

“Velvet and Veneer. We’ve been waiting for you…Follow me.” He said. Each twin was taken into seperate hallways. Velvet turned over her shoulder to see her brother disappear farther within the emptiness of the hallway…

 

 

The live feed kept replaying…and replaying….and replaying….

“Listen up Mount Rageous: We. Are. FRAUDS!” 

He kept replaying the clip over and over again. He looked at the time…This happened about an hour ago. So where were they now? 

He rewinded the clip and zoomed into a small little figure standing on the ground looking up pop star Rageons. His lips curled into a snarl as he saw who it was: Floyd. He had a ditaste for that Troll…The one who escaped his clutches, the one who drove these twins up into Mount Rageous and away from home…

There was a knock on his door. As it opened, a giant, menacing looking Bergan walked in. 

“We have news to where they were sent boss.” The Bergen said to the Rageon sitting on the chair. There was silence, no answer. The Rageon played with the wedding ring on his finger…a memory of his late wife…”Boss?” The Bergen said again. The Rageon stood from his chair: pale skin, tattoos going up his forearm leading into his torso, dark green hair slicked back…and steel ice blue eyes. He grabbed his black coat and put it on. 

“Get the vehicle ready. I have a call to make with the bastards at the cloud line…Also, keep on eye out for that witch…I’m sure she is also watching them and waiting for her moment to strike like the vile snake she is.” The Rageon said.

The Bergens nodded, tilting their head in agreement to their boss, “Yes, Vaughn. We’ll be waiting for you.”…

 

 

As the hours went by, Velvet found herself alone in a waiting room. She had changed from her Rage Dome attire to an organge “prison” uniform. Her brother hadn’t been brought to her. She began to fiddle her thumbs as she grew anxious…Could she have already gotten to him? Is the Mistress somewhere she coulnd’t see? His words rang in her head: I’m going to get whats coming. He knew then…He knew that punishment would await him if he had told their secret…but he still did.

“Ven….Where are you?” She murmured to herself. She startled as the doors opened breaking her train of thought. The dark blond haired Rageon entered. He signaled his guards in to cuff her. “Seriously? Hand cuffs?” 

“Got to take precaution.” He smirked, “Follow me.” 

She followed him out of the waiting room, “Where’s my brother?” 

“He’s waiting for you. We needed to ask him some questions first, since he’s the more truthful one it would appear.” 

She snarled at his remark. He lead her to the interigation room where Veneer was waiting sitting down by the table. She let a sigh of relief…He was safe…at least for now. 

“Sit.” He told her. Velvet took a seat next to her brother. He looked her way hoping for some sort of acknowledgement from her…but nothing. 

“So…Your brother tells me about you two being the pawns of someone greater? Your manager.” The Rageon said. Her head snapped towards Veneer with a scowl on her face. You told him, her eyes seemed to say. 

“We’re safe her Vels. We HAVE to tell them now.” Veneer replied. 

Velvet pondered a moment for her next words. Mistress was cunning, sneaky, who knew if one of the guards were working for her. Veneer was already in a lot of trouble, she had to ease it up a bit, “Our manager? Sure, she was rough around the edges. Dramatic even…but the whole Troll thing was our own idea.” 

“Vels!” Veneer stared at her mouth gaped open. Why was she covering up for the snake?

“Really? Youre manager had nothing to do with anything you guys had produced.”

“She didnt even know alright! We were doing fine keeping it on the low until blabber mouth here had to tell the world what we did!” She spat towards Veneer.

“No! That’s not true! You know that’s not true! She brought us up from the under-city….” Veneer declared.

“Wait, you two are from Under Rageous? From below the cloud line?” The blonde haired Rageon asked.

Uh oh. “Y-yes.” Veneer responded.

“Then this cant be possible. The powers of Mount Rageous do not associate with those in Under Rageous. No offence. It’s just a rule. How did you really sneak up here?” 

“I- I told you! Our manager! She came to us…”

“I’m not buying it. Epsecially since the higher powers know the rules about bringing ANYONE from Under Rageous into the city. Look kid, do you have parents we can call?”

Both twins fell silence. Yes, they wanted to say, but in unison, they shook their head. 

“Figures. A high percentage of the under-city has nothing but orphans and crime.” There was a knock on the door, a guard poked his head in.

“Sir. You have a call.” 

The blond haired Rageon stood to his feet, “I’ll be back. I’ll need to have a talk with my boss now that I know you are from the under-city.” He walked out. 

Velvet threw daggers at Veneer, “NICE GOING MORON!! Why the hell would you let that slip!” 

“I-it was an accident! And why were you defedning her! Why on Earth would you defend Mistress after what she put us through!” 

“Because she’s going to be after us Veneer!  You already screwed up! We can’t trust anyone because we don’t know whose working for her or any of them! The higher powers? Don’t you think they know what goes on in the udner-city? Don’t you think they’re in it in dealing Trolls and illegal stuff too? God, Veneer why don’t you think!” 

….She fell silent as the door opened again. A guard came in grabbing them both by each arm. 

“Where are we going?” Veneer asked. 

“We need this room. We’re moving you to another one.” He responded as he guided them out the door. He lead the twins further down the hall, way to back on the far left corner. Velvet took a glance at the guard, a feeling that something was off dropped to her gut.  

“Wait..” But she had no time to protest as the guard shoved them into another interigation room, “Hey!” She called out. The door closed and locked. 

Veneer began to hyperventilate, “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Why did he lock us in here? What do we do?” 

“Calm down!! We were going to have to face her one way or another!” 

“You two put up quite the show…of course, not quite the ones they expected.” A familiar deep voice spoke to them. The twins froze: they didn’t know whether to be relieved….or frightend…. They both turned their heads at the same time to see a pale skinned, tattooed, dark, green haired Rageon sitting at the foot of the table, his piercing ice blue eyes shining through the dim lit room: their father. 

“Dad?” Veneer was the first to speak out.

“What the hell do you want?” Velvet spat.

He was unbothered by her words, “Do you know how long I have been searching for the both of you?” ?” Veneer was the first to speak.

“What the hell do you want?” Velvet spat with a scowl on her face. 

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“We don’t care. We don’t care for you at all. Why do think we ran away in the first place?” She said. Veneer fell silent…He did care, secretly, Veneer had hoped their father would care enough to go searching from them…and he did…

“That’s another matter we can discuss another time. I am here to bring you two home.” Vaughn replied. 

“No!” 

He stood up, towering over the both of them, “I didn’t ask. I am telling you: we are going home now.” 

“No! We’re not going back! We would rather take our chances with Mistress.” Velvet crossed her arms…Veneer just stayed hugging himself.

Vaughn winced at her vile name. It was the Mistress who took them away and brought them up here…only to make a fool of themselves, make money off of them, to use them for their abilities. 

“You have no idea what the woman has planned.” 

“Oh and you do?” 

“…Much more than you know.” 

“Then freaking tell us dad! What the hell with all these secrets!” 

“These secrets have been what’s keeping both of you alive! You’re lucky that bitch didn’t leak out that you two were MY children….but I know she has something much deeper planned. I have to collect you before she does, and take you both home.” He stated.

“Well good luck with that, cause we ain’t leaving! Right Ven?” She looked at her brother who had an uncertain look on his face. He casted his sister a pleading glance. 

“Maybe….we can try being a family again?…Now that Floyd is out of our life…” He sad with a sorrowful tone. 

“….The Troll….All this time you still care for that Troll…” An anger began to fume inside Vaughn. Was it jealousy? Jealousy that the twins saw the rat more of a father than him? “Tell me Veneer, where is he now?”

Veneer was silent.

Vaughn continued, “He’s not here. But i am. And i am taking you two home.” He looked behind them and nodded. Bags were placed over their heads.

“What the hell!” Velvet screamed. Both twins kicked and struggled as their father’s Bergen guards carried them out a back door. 

“…I was not going to take no for an answer.” He stated simply, “That vile woman wont get her hands on you again….or anything with our families name.” 

 

Chapter 13: True Colors

Summary:

Events have occured before the Trolls find themselves in a giant warehouse owned by the Mistress. Unfortunately, they have given the twins to their old manager. Taking them back, she resumes to mental abuse and hsing them as her guinea pigs. After hearing the truth from Branch, that Velvet and Veneer were not the ones to take the Trolls, instant regret enters them. Now they go search for their new friends… in hopes they can find them alive and well.

”True Colors” Art

 

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The Trolls made their way through the air vents of the facility…. it was huge.

Room upon room they looked, but their was no sign of them….Their was no sign of the twins.

“We got to find them fast. Who knows what Mistress is doing to them…or did.” Floyd said. The Trolls made the mistake of allowing that witch to take them away… They promised the twins theyd be there for them, they would never abandon them…and what did they do? Hand them over to someone who was abusive to them from the beginning.

Episode after episode, the wins grew worse and worse. The Trolls didn’t know how they could help Velvet and Veneer. The Trolls grow hopeless in finding a cure to this Troll poison. They grew fearful as more and more Trolls began disappearing. They blamed the twins for it… especially when Branch disappeared…So they allowed the Mistress, their old manager, to take them away because she said she knew how to help them. After finding Branch and a handful of Trolls, that’s when they all realized they made a mistake…Now here they were…desperately trying to find them. 

“You think JD and Clay are having any luck?” Branch asked.

“Who knows. This place is huge! They could be anywhere….” Poppy began to say.

“Over here!” Viva cried out. The rest of them made their way to where Viva was looking….There they were, tied back to back on some sort of chair. The little Trolls scanned the room making sure it was clear. The opened the vent and made their way down to the two giant Rageouns.

“Velvet! Veneer! Oh thank heavens you’re alright! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Poppy chimed at them….no answer. Sounds were heard from the vent opposite them; more Trolls came out: John Dory and Clay.

“You found them! Come on! Let’s get them freed up and out of here.” John Dory said. He and Clay made their way to the door, listening for anything or anyone that might come in. Branch was the only one who stood silent, staring up at the twins….something didn’t look right.

“Vels, Ven! Come on guys! I’m so sorry I let that monster take you away…..again.” Floyd said as he desperately tried to undo the knots that binded them together….still no answer.

“…Floyd…” Branch said as he got a closer look at the twins.

“Poppy! Viva! Help me undo these knots!” Floyd said. Between the three of them, they desperately pulled and pulled. 

“…Guys…” Branch began to say again.

“Branch help them out!” Clay called out.

“Guys!” Branch cried louder…all the Trolls stopped and looked at him. “…I think….We’re…..we’re too late…” Everyone turned to look. 

Velvet and Veneer sat there….expressionless. Their eyes half opened, staring off at nothing….The color in their eyes having almost faded to nothing, dark circles looming underneath…Their skin looking paler than it was.

“Velvet…” Floyd said looking at the girl….nothing….He inched closer to Veneer. “Ven?” The boy didn’t turn to look at him at all…it’s as if he wasn’t event here. Floyd looked at Branch. “No…no we can’t be too late..”

“The poison…this can’t be because of the poison can it?” Poppy asked. What did she do to them? The Trolls looked around for clues, all there was in the room were some of the twins belongings on the desk nearby….The Trolls noticed vents near the floor, these vents were different than the ones they came in from…a wierd essence came from them.

“…She….she used more essence on them…She poisoned them even more.” Branch said with a horrified expression.

“Thats why she tied them up. To keep them from hurting themselves or each other as they went crazy...the episodes….Oh my gosh…that’s…that’s…” Viva covered her mouth as small tears went down her face.

“She practically tortured them…” Branch said. Now the twins sat their, practically zombies. 

“No…No, I refuse to believe they’re gone. Velvet! Veneer! Come on we have to go!” Floyd cried out…..nothing…just silent breathing and far off expressions. 

“…Velvet… You left your favorite cashmier sweater back at Gristles castle…Well, we kind of stained it..” Poppy said…Nothing…She looked at everyone else…they had to have them come back somehow.

“Come on kid…come on.” Branch heard John Dory say. Floyd pointed towards something on the desk.

“The locket! Get the locket!” He told the Trolls. Grapsing it, they flung themselves on Veneer’s lap…they opened the locket… Inside was a photo of the twins, and their parents. 

“Remember this. You told me about this day…It was your guys 8th birthday. They took you guys camping. You said it was the best day ever.” Floyd said as he pointed at the picture. They tried putting it towards Veneer’s line of view, but he didn’t budge, he didn’t move. They moved over towards Velvet. “You told me that you made fun of Veneer that day cause he fell into the stream, little fishes getting into his pants. Remember? Come on you have to remember!” Floyd screamed out. 

There was no reaction from either one of them…The poison continued to consume their mind…they were gone…there would be nothing left of them…Branch stayed at the desk as the rest of them tried to continue to get the twins back; anything they could bring up that would spark their interest. He looked at the twins belongs on the desk….He saw Veneer’s notebook. During their stay with them in both Bergentown and Vacay Island, Veneer carried a notebook with him. He always had his nose in it…Branch never bothered to ask him about it..

“Would you like to see what I did?” Veneer would ask.

“No.” Branch would tell him giving him the cold shoulder. Opening the book, Branch saw what the kid would do….he would draw…and he was pretty good. Pictures of his time with the Trolls, sketches of Bruce and the kids, Bridget and Gristle, his sister….Branch. He’s so cool, was written in Veneer’s hand writing next to a drawing of Branch. I have the coolest dad, another note next to a picture of Floyd playing a tiny guitat. Goals, Veneer wrote by a drawing he did of Poppy and Branch. A weird feeling began tearing at Branches heart…

“…I’m sorry….” Branch mumbled at first. He turned to face the twins…towards Veneer. “I’m so sorry….For everything….I didn’t listen either one of you…Especially you Veneer…” It was as if Branch was talking to stone as the twins continued to sit their motionless. “You both just wanted another shot at family…redemption in life…we could’ve given you that…but we didnt…..I’m sorry.” 

They continued to stare at the twins, hoping for signs of life…something. Tears began forming in Floyds eyes.

“They’re gone….they’re really gone…I….I failed them.” He said.

“We all did Floyd….I have never failed anything as queen before…But this…I screwed up big time.” Poppy fell to her knees hugging herself. Viva went to embrace her sister. Everything seemed familair to Branch at this moment…this took him back…back when they were captured, about to be eaten by the Bergens that one night…before Bridget allowed them to escape. The hopelessness, the sadness, it all felt the same. Something in him began to wonder that maybe there could be one chance to bring them back…maybe, just maybe…. He began to sing…

The rest of the Trolls looked up at him. At first they were confused, but then they saw him looking directly at Velvet and Veneer as he sang…. One by one, they all began to sing their heart out, hoping that Velvet and Veneer were in there somewhere…listening…. they had to be….but as they continued to sing, there was no reaction from the twins. There was a moment of silence. Branch tilted his head down in defeat….until….he heard something…the voice was barely audible, but it was there…It was Veneers…it sounded like he sang a few verses of the song…The Trolls looked at each other, ears perked up. Branch sang again…..

….And again he heard Veneers voice….then Velvets…barely audible…but it was there. Branch hopped off the table and got closer to the twins…he sang louder and louder…right now he didn’t care if anyone outside would hear…he was determined to bring them back. The louder the Trolls sang, the more audible the twins became….they did it, they had found their voice. 

In the blink of an eye the twins snapped. Color came back to their eyes, the dark circles gone. They blinked in confusion looking around the room. Veneer was the first to see the Trolls.

“….Guys what..…Branch!” He called out as he saw the small Troll amongst everyone else. The last Veneer remembered, Branch had been kidnapped.

“Hey, bud.” Branch said softly with a smile on his face, a small tear streaming down. Poppy walked over to hold his hand.

“What the…Why am I tied to chair with Veneer? To close for comfort! Get him off!” Velvet began to wiggle around causing a comotion…Yep, she was back. Together they undid the knots, freeing themselve. The Trolls were overfilled with excitement. Branch, Poppy, Viva, Floyd, Clay, and John Dory flung themselves on the twins, their force causing them to fall over. They held them as close as their tiny arms can in a warm embrace. Veneer happily held the little Trolls close…Velvet was a little less affectionate, but she smiled.

“We’re sorry! We’re so, so sorry! We should not have let you go!” Poppy exclaimed to both. 

“Why did you?” Velvet asked.

“…We were afraid. You guys were getting worse…we let our fear win. We’re so sorry.” Viva exclaimed.

“Same. I walked out on family…and I let it happen again.” JD said. 

“Me too…There’s just no excuse. We promised to take care of you.” Clay added.

“…I have no excuse…I promised your parents I’d take care of you…I failed them…twice….I let you get taken and abused by the same person…I’m sorry.” Floyd looked between both Velvet and Veneer. Veneer gave him a soft smile.

“I guess you can call it even then?” Veneer responded.

“No..No. Don’t ever think like that okay. We’re never letting you two again.” Floyd responded.

“Well that’s depressing.” Velvet replied earning an elbow from Veneer, but they all knew that was her way of being affectionate…of being thankful. 

“And I’m sorry too…for being so cold and mean. I just couldn’t get over what you guys did to Floyd…but I shouldve been more open…I’m sorry…Especially to you Veneer.” Branch couldn’t help it, he squished Veneers cheeks together. “You’re art…is amazing by the way.” He said.

“Thanf youz…” Veneer said through squished cheeks. 

“Okay, okay. Loving the bromance!! But we still have missing Trolls to find.” Poppy exclaimed.

“Right. You guys in?” Branch turned to Velvet and Veneer.

“Always. From here on out.” Veneer replied. Velvet shrugged and nodded in agreement.

“Why not.” 

Chapter 14: Reunion

Summary:

Based on my ask on Tumblr:

“Hello... its me!

I just imagined a scenario where Veneer gets killed and while everything else happens while he is gone. Veneer wakes up in heaven with wings and halo. So he is confused at first but then he meets his mother in heaven. And shes all surpised to see him and cant help but notice how much hes grown and so on.
It would be a rather sad reunion“

That's all Vaughn heard. The single, subtle shot of a gun.

 

He flinched, half expecting it to have hit him. But when Vaughn looked down, he was unharmed, no wound, no blood... What did they shoot?

 

It wasn't until he heard a whimper then a small voice call out, "...Dad?" He turned around, his eyes widening in horror.

 

"No." He muttered, his heart pace quickening, “No.No. No...." He ran over just in time to catch Veneer as he collapsed to the ground... blood seeping through a bullet wound in his chest... right over his heart.

 

"Ven.... Ven... Son look at me." Vaughn spoke gently, holding Veneers hand close to his chest. "Do not close those eyes.... Do not close those eyes... hear me. Come back to me."

 

Veneers eyes darted to and from... his vision blurry. He could hear his dad but couldn’t see him… the world slowly began to go dark, “….Dad…” He whispered again.

 

“I’m here! I’m right here! Ven… please. Don’t do this to me! I told you to stay put! I told you to stay away!” He could see the life leaving Veneers eyes… like staring into glass, “Ven?…. Ven?…” He gave him a gentle shake…. No response. Vaughn let out a horrific, pained cry as he held his dead son in his arms…. “No… no not you too…. Please…”

 

 

 

 

Veneer opened his eyes…

 

He found himself in his home… weird… he swore he was with his dad not too long ago. He had heard his voice too. Veneer was laying in his old bed, in he and his sisters old room. He didn’t have on his normal Under Rageous attire, but rather, white, silk, pajamas.

 

“Huh. This is weird?” He muttered. That’s when he heard it… humming. A familiar, beautiful sound. He hoped off of bed, pressing his bare feet against the wooden floor. Walking out the door he followed the humming straight down to the kitchen…

 

…. A familiar wave of blue green hair greet him…

 

“M-mom….” He whispered.

 

Vivian heard his voice and turned around…. Her eyes wide, mouth gaped. She slowly approached him, her hands cupping his face. She had met all her previous children already… those that weren’t able to be born… but this familiar green tuft of hair was different…

 

“….Vennie…” She gasped.

 

“….Hey mom.” He smiled, choking back tears.

 

“… My Vennie… my little Vennie!” She brought him into a tight hug, “…. You’re so big…. You’re so, so big…” She had died when they were only seven. At the time he was still fighting his sickness, unsure if he would even make it to his teen years… but there he was. Wait…

 

“Why? Why are you here? Did you get sick again?” She asked not letting him go.

 

“No…. It’s a long story…. Dad…. I… he…. I didn’t get to say goodbye… to him…. To Vels…” Tears began spilling down his face.

 

“I know, sweetheart. I didn’t either. That’s why I wait here, I wait here for your father… for you two… I had hoped you’d be older though… have a family of your own first.”

 

Veneer chuckled, “I guess that wasn’t for me mom… I’m just happy to see you again…. But… I’ll miss dad and Vels too….”

 

“I know sweetheart,” She passed a thumb across his cheek, “For now… let’s just wait here together… me and you.”

Chapter 15: The Date

Summary:

Though it's really not her first date, Velvet has a date with someone who really has her falling bad. New emotions begin to swirl... and she's not sure what to do.

Character Facfs: Apollo Rios

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The differences between the upper and lower city have finally been settled. Things aren’t perfect yet, but they're getting there… Rageons now roam freely between both cities. 

 

The twins have moved back up to Mount Rageous along with their father who has obtained the job of Rageous CEO. As his ambassador to the Trolls Kingdoms, he hired a familiar pinked haired, white rooted Troll, and when he came to visit, he’d bring along his little friends, one of which tonight was helping Velvet get ready for a date. 

 

“You really think the hair isn’t too much?” Velvet looked at herself  in the mirror: Her normal ponytail styled into a big half up-do… Good enough for a little Troll to hide…Which is exactly what Poppy planned on doing. 

 

“Listen, if you want this to work, I need some place to hide. Hoodie might be too obvious.” Poppy exclaimed going over the Rageons hair one more time. 

 

“....And nothing is less obvious than hiding in someone’s hair…” Velvet arched her eyebrows at the Troll.

 

“I did this with my best friend Bridgette. And now look, her and Gristle are happily married.” The small Troll beamed. 

 

“Slow down. This is our first date. Marriage is pushing it.” Velvet adjusted her glittering pink hoodie over her mini dress. She laced up some high top sneakers to finish her look. 

 

Poppy hopped on over to the Rageon, “Oh, like you don’t see yourself marrying this guy.” The Troll wiggled her eyebrows. 

 

“Ew. No. Marriage….To Apollo! Ack! Gag me!” 

 

“I rest my case.” Poppy giggled, “Okay, I am only here to help you on your first date. Give you some tips and hints, then after this you're on your own.” 

 

“If there’s even a second date….” Velvet whispered to herself. Poppy noticed the sudden shift in her mood… Was Velvet really worried about a date? THE Velvet. This girl had to have gone out on a number of them!... So why was this one any different?”

 

“Hey. Simple word of advice… just be yourself. He asked you out for a reason. Make sure you remind him of that reason, yeah?” The pink Troll smiled. Velvet took a deep breath… she was sure Apollo would regret asking her out… Easy, Vels, you’ve been on dates before! Each one ate out of the palm of your hand! Ugh! Why is this one so different? She thought to herself. 

 

Down stairs, the door bell rung. 

 

Velvet began shaking in her shoes…. This was a bad idea…she should cancel, say she’s sick… God, she was becoming her brother? Her nerves began to cause her body to tremble. What was wrong with her? She was always the cool composed one?.... A tiny hand was pressed against her thumb.

 

“Come on girl. Let’s make sure you nail this date!” Poppy beamed as she hopped into Velvet’s half-updo, “Just make sure you do as I say, got it.”

 

Velvet took a deep breath, “Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Let’s just do this.” 

 

“There you go! Just a little less attitude.” 

 

 

 

 

 

…. Apollo felt their eyes burning into him as they sat across him. His eyes shifted back and forth from the both of them: eyes narrowed, arms crossed…They really were father and son. 

 

“Wanna take a picture? It’ll definitely last longer.” He smirked. 

 

“... Do you want to date my daughter or not?” Vaughn glared, his icy cold demeanor filling the room. 

 

“Okay I’m sorry. I’m nervous, okay? Cut me some slack?” 

 

“Why are you nervous? What do you plan on doing? Where do you plan on taking my sister? Any shrewd ideas crossing your mind? Well, they better not.” Veneer rambled, receiving a nudge from his father. 

 

“Easy, bean stalk. I don’t plan on anything shrewd. If you gotta know, I reserved us a table at the fancy, smancy restaurant east of town.” 

 

“...The Blaze? Seriously? How the heck do you manage that?” Veneer raised his eyebrow. 

 

Apollo smirked, “Well the guy who had reservations suddenly broke his ankle and couldn’t make it. Go figure right? Decided to give his reservations to me.” 

 

“That’s oddly specific.” Vaughn muttered.

 

“Hey, why deny any good fortune right?” The Strobe beamed. 

 

“Apollo….Word of advice. If you plan on continuing to see my daughter, the life of the under-city has to be left behind you….I did. And I did it for her, for him. You want a fresh start in life? Here’s your chance…don’t ruin it. Because if I hear you hurt her…I’ll resume my old life… and come after you. Am I clear?” 

 

Apollo straightened up as a chill coursed his spine, “Yes, sir.” Was all he muttered before hearing footsteps coming down the stairs. He quickly stood up, adjusted his collar, “Hey, princess.” 

 

“....Oh wow girl, he’s cute!” Poppy whispered through Velvet’s hair. 

 

“I know he is. Now shhh.” She whispered back before joining the rest in the living room, “....And how many times have I told you not to call me that… Especially not in front of my dad..” She rolled her eyes. 

 

“No pet names in front of dad or brother, got it.” He saluted as he made his way to the front door. 

 

“Vels, if this bonzo tries anything, I made sure to put my name on speed dial! Got it.” 

 

“...Wow…My hero, everyone. My little brother.” 

 

“Girl, you're only three minutes older. Don’t flatter yourself.” He smiled. 

 

Velvet ruffled his beanie then looked towards her dad, “...You know how to handle yourself. Between me and you, don’t be afraid to give him hell.” He winked. “Have her back by midnight.” 

 

“You got it boss.” Apollo waved as he escorted Velvet out the front door and to cycle parked out front. 

 

“A cyber-cycle. Why am I not surprised?” She crossed her arms, “Are you even certified to drive this thing?” 

 

“Oh yeah sure. Super certified.” He hopped on handing her a helmet, “Come ooon. You know you want to.” 

 

“You better hang on, in there. These things go fast.” She whispered to Poppy taking the helmet from his hands and putting it on. 

 

“Now don’t get excited for the next part… but you’re going to have to wrap your arms around me.” 

 

“Don’t get over excited yourself, glow worm.” 

 

“Woooowww. Glow worm. Okay, that’s one I’ve definitely not heard.” He chuckled. But she was right, as soon as she wrapped her arms around him, his face flushed, his heartbeat quickening… God he hoped she couldn’t feel it. He started up the cycle, a small whirring sound humming through as it began to float off the ground. “Hang on.” He said as the cycle took off… 

 

… It was all so exciting. The feeling of the adrenaline running through her as they sped down the highways of Mount Rageous… the feeling he gave her as she had her arms wrapped around him… He smelled good too. Her eyes shimmered at the passing lights of other vehicles. Cyber-cycles were really a thing of speed, and they sure made you felt as if you were flying, so weightless, so effortlessly. She loved it. 

 

Within minutes they found themselves at The Blaze, the most populated restaurant of Mount Rageous. Despite her time up in the upper-city, Velvet had never set foot in here: it was big, fancy, so beautifully put together.

 

“How’d you manage to get reservations here?” She asked as they were guided to their table. 

 

“Hm, do you really wanna know?” He smirked as he drew her chair for her. 

 

“What’s with that look? No. Forget I asked. I don’t want to know.” She replied as he took a seat across from her. The nerves began to settle in again. Normally, she took full control of everything from here on out. She was the boss…but this was different… this felt different. Poppy could sense it. The small Troll looked across at the Strobe who had a smile on his face. 

 

“Okay, start a casual conversation.” She whispered. 

 

Casual. Okay, she could do that… 

 

“So, how's the weather?” Crap. Maybe she couldn’t. 

 

“Weather. Well, the day called for clear, calm skies. No rain or snow if that’s what you're asking.” He teased. 

 

“Fine. Be an ass. Just trying to start up a conversation.” She crossed her arms. 

 

“Velvet!” Poppy hissed from her hair.

 

“....Fine…Sorry.” 

 

Apollo tilted his head, “Sorry?” 

 

“...For calling you an ass.” 

 

To her surprise, he chuckled, “Why? I kind of like when you get all snappy and call me names. I take it as a form of endearment.” 

 

“Really? So what if i called you a wanna-be, pretty, boy, with a bad taste in music?” She smirked.

 

“Oof. Okay, that one was way below the belt there, chica.” He laughed. 

 

Okay, he’s laughing, that has to be good. God what was wrong with her, really? 

 

“Velvet, I really don’t think you need me. Looks like you're doing fine on your own.” Poppy whispered. 

 

“NO!” Velvet said a little too loudly. Apollo's eyes only widened, staring at her speechless, “....No…I uh, don’t think I’ll be having soda.”

 

“...Right. Um, no soda.” 

 

“Poppy what do I do?” 

 

“Um, ask him what he plans on having for dinner?” 

 

“What do you plan on ordering?” She asked, casually looking at the menu. 

 

“I'm in the mood for a good burger. The ones here in Mount Rageous any good?” 

 

Velvet was growing more nervous by the second. Like every question he asked through her in a loop hole, every word he spoke to her. Fear of her saying the wrong thing really began to cause a surge of emotions. She didn’t hear what he had asked, she was to busy staring aimlessly at the menu, the same question brewing inside her mind…

 

Why is she feeling this way?

 

 So ditzy. Clumsy, confused, uncertain…So helpless… It was new to her, not a feeling she was used to…she wasn’t quite sure if she liked it just yet. Velvet was always the strong one. Always the certain one….and yet….here she was…feeling the total opposite… especially when she around… him. 

 

“Velvet?” Poppy’s voice echoed in her hair. But the Rageon girl was still in a transe….

 

“Princess? You alright?” It was Apollo’s voice that snapped her back to reality. Her blue eyes blinked at him, a look of concern on his face. 

 

“I- um…What?” She stuttered. 

 

“I asked if the burgers in Mount Rageous are any good?” 

 

“...Oh…yeah…burgers…real good.” Come on Velvet, this isn’t like you. 

 

The smile on Apollo's face quickly dropped. He could she was having second thoughts… second thoughts about this date, about him. “We can totally ditch this joint if you're not into it. You know what, we can do something you're into. You know more about Mount Rageous than I do.”

 

“Vels, he’s trying to save the date. He thinks you're not into it. You have to say something.” Poppy whispered.

 

Unknowingly, Velvet spoke a little too loud, “What? But I am into it!” 

 

Apollo tilted his head, “Into what?” 

 

“No, dummy. I was talking to the Troll in my hair-’’ She paused. 

 

“I’m sorry…the Troll in your what?” He arched an eyebrow, mouth gaped open…

 

Great…

 

Velvet tried to find the right words to say. To save this date that had barely even begun. She had no idea what came over her: she simply stood up and darted out the door. 

 

“Velvet!” Apollo bolted after her, catching her a few feet away from the restaurant, “Girl, come on. You’ve been…You haven’t been yourself. What's going on?”

 

She paced back and forth under a lamp post, taking a seat on the bench, she glanced down at her feet, “...I don’t know what the hell is going on…” She muttered, reaching into hair and pulling Poppy out. 

 

The small Troll waved, “Hi. Yeah you weren’t supposed to see me.” She smiled awkwardly. 

 

“...So there really was a Troll in your hair? Why?...Wait-’’ 

 

“No moron! I didn’t Troll-nap her. She- i asked her to come to help me…” 

 

“Help you? Like, on this date?” 

 

“No, help me to a fight to the death, of course on this date, idiot.” She clasped the bench tightly, her brows furrowed as she continued to think. 

 

“...Vels, if….If you didn’t really want to come on a date with me. You could’ve said no. Sure it wouldve sucked…but I am not going to force you into liking me…even if I would really want you too.” He took a seat next to her, never taking his eyes off her. 

 

“I did want to come on this date with you.”

 

“Then why have you been acting differently?” 

 

“I don’t know Apollo! Could you stop asking!” She clenched her fists. They sat in silence, staring at the ground before them…. 

 

Velvet finally spoke again after a while, “I’m the confident one. I’m the one who is so sure all the time. The boss for crying out loud! I’ve been on dates before and I owned it! I was in charge. Having them eat out of the palm of my hand… But this, it feels different. I’m helpless. Unsure. Lost. It’s new to me… I don’t know how to feel about it.” 

 

Silence again. 

 

“...Maybe…I have something to do with it. Maybe I’m making you feel uncomfortable.” Apollo broke the silence, a tone of sadness in his voice. He wanted to make Velvet feel a lot of things, but sadness wasn’t one of them. 

 

“You’re right. It is you…” She held up a hand to him before he could say anything, “Just shut up so I can finish.” She took a deep breath, “It’s not in the way you think. Ever since you asked me on this date, it’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about. Like some stupid love struck girl which isn’t my style. And now here we are! And I’m continuing to act like a stupid love struck girl! I’m a freaking mess…” 

 

He cautiously placed a hand over hers, “Did- did coming on this date scare you? Be honest.” 

 

She let out a heavy sigh, “No. It’s not the date that scared me…. It’s the thought that I’m falling for you that scares me… This is new to me Apollo! I swore I’d never fall for anybody because screw it right, why get hurt when you can avoid the problem?! I don’t know what to do. I’ve never felt this way about anyone… You’re so annoying. So full of yourself. You don’t bend at my will. You freaking challenge me all the time… why the hell do you make me feel this way?” She finally looked at him.  

 

He was lost for words. He’d always thought he would’ve been the one to admit his feelings, but here she was, beating him to the punch. With Velvet, rules were broken or bent, perhaps that’s why he felt the way he did towards her, “Princess, I ask myself the same question. You’re controlling. Snarky. Bossy. Sassy. Confident. Overly confident I might add. Definitely not the type I’d go for… But, I couldn’t resist when it came to you…You’re a mystery…I mystery I HAVE to solve. And I’ll take as long as you can give me to solve it…. Forever, preferably.” 

 

The two Rageons only stared at each other in silence. Velvet was one to always plan ahead. To make sure she only got into situations she knew she could control… yet, here she was… getting into a situation that was way beyond her control. The outcome unknown… Poppy only let out a loving sigh as she watched the two speak, both Rageons turning to eye her.

“Oh! Sorry! Don’t mind me. Well, Velly, looks like you have everything in control from here. Don’t think you’d need me to guide you. Then again girl, you didn’t need me from the beginning.” Poppy winked. 

 

“I guess. Thanks anyway though.” Velvet smiled. 

 

“Wait…You wont need a ride or something?” Apollo asked, looking at the tiny being.

 

“My boy, you definitely have a lot to learn about Trolls.” She smiled, using her hair, she whipped away and out. 

 

Apollo stood up from the bench with a stretch. He turned to Velvet offering her his hand, “Should we start over? Finally get this date going the right way.” 

 

She bit her lip… but smiled, finally taking his hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

Chapter 16: I Had A Brother….

Summary:

Events led Velvet to find safety in Bergentown. She only dreads those small little words, “Where’s Veneer?”

3 months ago…

All you could hear was the sound of their feet against the concrete down the alley. Velvet strung Veneer by the wrist, pulling him violently behind her. She lead them behind a dumpster big enough for them to hide. Velvet pulled him close.

“Quiet!” She whispered to him. Veneer covered his mouth attempting to hide his staggering, broken breathing… he was scared. Velvet peeked around the dumpster; she saw shadows and quick movement far off the alley.

“Where the hell did they go!!!”

“I saw them come this way!!!”

“Cursed Rageons! Find them now!” 

She heard their footsteps and voices leave, “We’re okay… for now.” 

“What do we do? Where do we go?” Veneer asked her.

“I… I don’t know… Why in the hell did they send us back here in the first place?” Velvet looked at the glooming under-city of Under Rageous. Way above she could see the dazzling lights of Mount Rageous. “We’re not supposed to be back down here.” 

“…. I broke their contract. When I told everyone what we were doing… I’m sorry Vels. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was just scared that….”

“… that you were loosing me. Well thanks for the protection Ven! Look where we are at now! You idiot!” She yelled. Velvet took a look at both of them…they were back into their under-city clothing. Veneer had his stupid purple beanie again… god she hated that thing. “You look ridiculous.” 

He turned away frowning. Veneer had never intended for this to happen, for them to be hunted down, for them to be living in fear again, “I’m sorry Vels.” 

“Shut it! We need to get out of Rageous for good. It’s the only way we’ll be safe. Follow me.” She led them through the alleys away from the any eyes. For one they stood out, their kind of Rageon was known for pale skin, the bright green hair didn’t help much either. Velvet knew of a back way out of the city, an opening they could take…and leave for good. Only thing is, where would they go?

As if reading her mind Veneer responded, “Can we make our way to the Trolls?” 

She rolled her eyes, “Why are you still thinking about those damn Trolls?” 

“They’ll take us in. I know Floyd would.” Veneer said. 

“No. We’re not going to those Trolls. We’re going to find another way.”

“But Vels…” 

“I SAID NO!” Velvet turned around and stabbed a finger into her brother’s chest, “I am not listening to you any longer Veneer! Look where that got us! From now on you do as I say…GOT THAT!” 

Veneer was hesitating to respond…

“I said go that!”

“O-okay.” 

“….I hate you….” She told him before continuing…They walked a few minutes in silence before she started recognizing the layout; they were close, the opening to the outside world was not far off…

“There you guys are!” A happy voice boomed from behind them. The twins turned to see a Rageon with glowing blue eyes and mouth staring at them, he had spirals where his pupils should be…he was a Neon. “Thought you could run away huh?”

“Let’s go Ven!” Velvet grabbed his wrist and started running again. Their feet barely touching the ground on how fast they were running. “We’re almost there!”…But she skid to a halt as two more Rageons appeared blocking her way: Both had pointed like ears with slanted pupils, when they grinned they bared sharp pointed teeth… Those in Mount Rageous called every one down here “defects”, the product of years of mutation from the horrible, harsh environments. 

“Go back, go back!” She turned around to find more Under Rageons surrounding them. “….shit.” 

“Corned like little mice. We’d get you one way or another.” The Neon Rageon approached. He snapped his fingers. The other Rageons came in and grabbed each twin firmly the arms, a grip so tight that they could feel their arms grow numb. 

“What the hell! Let us go! What did we do to you? We don’t even know you!” Velvet cried out. 

“True. True. You don’t. But we know you. The failed superstars. I mean you could’ve gone far if it wasn’t for this yapper here.” He pointed towards Veneer, “You guys have done nothing to us, by all means you’re innocent.” 

“Then let us go please.” Veneer begged. 

The Rageon nodded his head, “No can do.” He pulled out a knife, playing with it in front of the twins…he was taunting them. “You know how Under Rageous feels about you Succubi Rageons….cursed, the sight of your kind is just bad all around. And then who get’s pulled to be up at the top from the hundreds of thousands of Rageons in the under-city? A pair of bratty teenaged Succubi Rageons with no damn talent, other stealing abilities of others and sucking their damn life!”

“Don’t even go there! Our kind is the one that gives you guys the Trolls you so happily buy in the Black Market!” Velvet declared.

The Rageon snickered, “Ah yes there’s my other reason. Turns out that Trolls have a negative effect on everyone. A poison if you will. Pretty nice way to try to wipe out the rest of us when your kind take their claim in the under-city.”

“That’s a lie!” Veneer cried out. 

“….One by one, we have been taking Succubi Rageons out….cleansing the city of them for good.”

“You can’t do that! There’s, there’s families! Kids!” Veneer cried out.

“And those kids will grow to be soul sucking creatures just like the family that raised them… just like you two.” He told them.

“Some don’t!” Veneer continued.

“Ven, shut it!” Velvet warned.

“Some kids were just like me and my sister. We didn’t have parents to help us control what we have! Our parents were good people too. They didn’t want us to do what we did. We were just stupid. We believed in the wrong person…”

“Veneer that’s enough…”

But he continued, “It’s not us anyways! Those up in Mount Rageous is what caused our separation in the first place!” 

“Oh my gosh!! Blah, blah, blah! Don’t you ever just shut up! I don’t care what you have to say kid! I just really dislike your kind in the first place…. They took everything from me!” The Rageon screamed.

“… I’m sorry. But that wasn’t us…”

“I had enough of you! Bring me the yapper!” The Rageon holding Veneer dragged him to their leader. He pulled out the knife again and gently skidded it across Veneer’s porcelain skin.

“No….No…NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Velvet cried in desperation. Veneer’s eyes grew wide in horror, tears beginning to fall from his face, his body began to tremble.

“Oh! Listen to that boys! She begs.” He laughed as he continued to glide the knife across Veneer’s face and down his neck.

“Leave him alone! Out of all of us he’s the most innocent!” Velvet continued to cry.

The Neon Rageon licked his lips, “No Succubi Rageon is innocent…You’re all guilty…You’re all cursed…” 

Veneer struggled against the Rageons….he began to grow desperate, he began to grow more afraid. Veneer continued to beg for his release, for the release of his sister…His eyes began to glow a hue of pink. The Rageon holding him down began to panic, “Boss…What’s happening?” 

“The poison effect first hand.” 

But something else began to happen…Veneer pulled and struggled, trying to break free, “Please let me go he begged.” As his eyes glowed, something began to happen to those around him…their bodies illuminated light as Veneer began aborbing their essence…their life force. They could feel themselves growing weaker, their bodies growing numb.

“Stop it….STOP IT!” The Neon Rageon yelled.

“He can’t control it! Just let him go please!” Velvet yelled struggling against her captor. She tried, she tried her hardest, but she couldn’t break free. Velvet hoped the high of the poison would come to her…but it didn’t. What’s going on, she thought to herself. The Rageons around Veneer grew weaker and paler. 

“Tell him to stop!” The Rageon holding him cried. The Neon Rageon put a hand around Veneer’s throat, grasping it hard and firm. 

“No please! No please, leave him alone!” Velvet cried as her tears began to fall. Holding Veneer’s throat, the Rageon brought out his knife again…

“Cursed brat”… 

…..Veneer began to cry out in pain…

“NO OH GOD! NO STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! VENNIE!! PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE HE CAN’T CONTROL IT! HE CANT CONTROL IT! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT PLEASE!!! OH GOD STOP IT, STOP IT! VENNIE!!!!!!” 

Present day…

Velvet was on a bus that lead away from the city she resumed in for the past couple of weeks…

It had taken three months, but she had finally found where Floyd would be at, where the Trolls lived. She carried with her a small duffle bag with only a few belongings she had acquired on her small journey. Velvet still had on her Under Rageous attire, one of only two outfits she’d switched back and forth too. Her hair now fell in loose curls around her…on her head, her brother’s purple beanie…

Velvet could feel the stares of those riding in the bus with her…Rageons were not common outside from Rageous, the sight of one was extremely rare, and quite alarming. She didn’t care to make any eye contact or conversation. All that mattered was for her to reach her destination and finally rest…perhaps be rid of the pain she had been carrying for the past three months. Velvet leaned her head against the window and stared at the scenery outside. She had no more tears to cry…she was drained…she was numb. Velvet had grown paler and duller…as if the life was completely sucked out from her….and it was, it really was. 

Night had fallen and the stars shown brightly. Veneer would’ve loved this, she thought to herself. He was always curious about what world lay outside Rageous, about what life was like. Everything in Rageous was artificial, well, mostly everything. He was an idiot, she told herself….Nope, still no tears…

“BergenTown. Next exit.” The words displayed on the over-head. This was her stop, finally, after three months…at least she’d hope those in BergenTown would be able to help her…She really had no other option. 

The bus came to a halt at the stop. Collecting what she had, Velvet made her way out of the bus and into the bus stop. The doors screeched behind her as they closed, the tires of the bus whirring against the asphalt is it drove off. There was a road that lead away front the bus stop leaving her no choice but to follow it through. The road lead her through the outskirts of a wooded area… it wasn’t barren like the woods in Under Rageous but rather green and sprouting with life, with creatures she had never scene before or even knew existed….She hated it, she hated every last little bit of everything she saw..…it reminded her of him. Velvet averted her eyes from the scenery, she continued to walk with her eyes glued to the ground.

Eventually, she came upon the gates of BergenTown, home of the King of the Bergens, “Really? This is it? Not much.” She pushed the small button that rang the bell of the gates of the Bergen Kingdom…

 

“So tonight what she would do? I was thinking like a game night! Oh even better! A dance off game night!” Poppy beamed. 

“Oh boy.” Branch exclaimed next to her. The little Trolls had decided to spend the evening with their Bergen friends. Normally it would be all the Trolls, Branches brothers and Viva, but this night, Poppy just wanted it to be a couples evening really.

“How about we just play some board games? I brought out some pretty cool we can play. For this one I was thinking we do boys vs. girls!” Gristle chimed. 

“Great idea Grissy!” Bridgette clapped her hands.

Branch pumped up his arms, “Be ready to go down Poppy!” 

Before they could begin their game, a guard came into the room they were gathered in, “Sire, forgive me but, we have a visitor who requests an audience with you.” 

“A visitor? Is it a Troll?” Gristle asked.

“No sir. It’s not a Troll, it’s not a Bergen either.”

“Oh! Maybe a Vacationer! We’ve been getting more Vacationers since Bruce advised our kingdom.”

“No…No sir not a Vacationer.”

Bridgette looked at Gristle with an arched eyebrow, “Then what?” 

 

The four of them followed the guard to the main entrance…That’s when they stopped and realized who their visitor was.

“Oh no. No, no, no. She has to get out of here!” Branch exclaimed.

“Velvet?” Poppy’s voice sounded.

“Yes, yes. It’s me in the flesh.” The Rageon said sarcastically. 

“Are you out of prison? Because we promised the other kingdoms we wouldn’t harbor fugitives.” Gristle stated. 

Velvet crossed her arms and scoffed, “I’ve been out of prison for the last couple of months. Thanks a lot.” 

“Okay good. Now go somewhere else!” Branch scrunched his face as he looked upon the girl. 

“Such a happy little grudge Troll.” She teased. 

“Why are you here?” Gristle asked.

Velvet let out a sigh, “I need….I need a place to stay. It took me three months but I finally found you all. I left Rageous. I’m done with that place. I just need a fresh start, something new.” 

They fell silent. Should they turn her away? Gristle didn’t want to risk any friendship the Bergens had with the Trolls. Velvet may just mess that up if the Trolls found out she was staying here…but then, she needed help, she needed a place to say…she needed a home…but they couldn’t help feel that something was missing. Seeing her standing there alone felt odd. That’s when the dreadful words were asked, the words she didn’t want to hear, the words that she knew would be asked when the Trolls or anybody that knew her saw her again…the words that stung her heart…

“Where’s Veneer?” 

Chapter 17: Forgotten

Summary:

Veneer and Velvet are out of prison, set forth to start a new life... with a little help from little creatures of course. As days go by Veneer finds himself being pushed aside.... And slowly forgotten.

The twins opened the doors to their new apartment.

“Uggghh…” Velvet scoffed, “It’s soooooo small.”

“Well, what did you expect? A fanfare welcome for what after we did?” Veneer brushed past her, placing his luggage on the floor, his hands on his hips, “This honestly isn’t too bad Vels! It could’ve been worse in your opinion…”

“What’s worse than rotting away for almost a year in prison, Veneer?” Velvet tossed her luggage aside and plopped herself on the couch.

“...Getting sent back to the under-city.” 

“.....Touche. God, I hope he doesn’t come looking for us.” She sat up and made her way up the stairs.

Veneer bit his lower lip “......Yeah…Yeah sure.” He mumbled following her up the steps. 
The apartment was a two bedroom, and one bathroom, “Great. We have to share a bathroom!”

“Girl, calm down, we’ve done it before.” Veneer couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“We were kids. We're not kids anymore. You have stuff I don’t even wanna see!”

“Oh god Vels, grow up. You can have your first turn in the bathroom. There happy?” He walked over to open the doors to the bedrooms.

“I call this one!” Velvet ran into one throwing herself on the bed.

“....Okay? They’re the same size you know.”

“No. This one looks way bigger, so I call it.” 

Veneer rolled his eyes. Gathering the few belongings he had, he made his way to the room that would be his…

CRREEEEEKKKK. 

Veneer heard something along the floor board make a sound, followed by the patterns of little feet, “Oh please don’t tell me we have rats…” he muttered…

CREEEEEKKKK….

Again the sound. He reached to grab a pillow, holding it over his head as he crept slowly towards the direction of the sound; he could hear small noises behind the dresser, it sounded like voices. Veneer opened the dresser door. 

“Oh hey! There you are!” A small Troll looked up at him with a smile. 

“AHHHH!!!!” Veneer screamed instinctively slamming the pillow on the small Troll. 

“OW! HEY KID! OW! KID! OW! OW! KID IT’S ME!!!!!” 

Veneer peered open one eye to stare down at a familiar little face, “Wait- I know you. You’re Floyds brother! Well, one of his brothers.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Heck of an arm kid.” He rubbed his head, “John Dory.” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“We were obviously waiting for you two to arrive?” 

“We?” Veneer turned around at the sound of more small pitter patters across the floor board. A small pink haired Troll popping up, followed by familiar dark blue hair, and another tuft of pink hair.

“Hiiii!! We met briefly during the Rage Dome show! I’m Poppy! This Branch, and you obviously know-” 

“Floyd!” Veneer happily exclaimed as he ran over to the tiny Troll, picking him up in his arms. 

“Hey, Ven. Heard you guys got out early on account of good behaviour.” The Troll smiled. 

“It was tough for Velvet, but she managed.” The Rageon smiled, placing the Troll back down with the others, “But- why are you guys here in the first place?” 

“Oh right!! Well, we have decided-” 

“I think you mean, YOU decided for us Poppy.” Branch crossed his arms. 

“Yes, yes, anyways! We have decided to be your life coaches!!” The small pink Troll chimed. Veneer arched his eyebrow, tilting his head. 

“Poppy had this idea of helping you guys get back on track. We were impressed by the way you stood your ground Ven, the way you couraged up and admitted everything.” Floyd smiled.  

“Veneer! Who in the world are you talking to- Oh you have GOT to be kidding me.” Velvet walked in, crossing her arms, she snarled at the sight of the Trolls, “No. Nuh uh. Whatever you guys got planned, we are DONE with Trolls. Out. Out now.” 

“Well, you heard her, she don’t want help.” Branch retorted. 

“Oh no, no. You need this most of all, Velvet.” Floyd pointed. “We’re going to be your life coaches. Make proper teenagers out of you two.” Floyd pointed out. 

“And who says we want to be proper teenagers in society.” 

“Oh come on, Vels. I wanna give this a try! Count me in!” Veneer smiled. 

John Dory clapped his hands, “Perfect! Since you two are twins, his vote counts for her vote too.” 

“That’s not fair!” Velvet retorted. 

 

…. Veneer was more than happy to receive life lessons from the little Trolls. In reality, he was just happy to mend things with them again, especially Floyd. He wasn't one to really have friends growing up, other than his sister. For some reason, it had always been hard for him… more so when he and his sister were sent up to Mount Rageous when they were nine. Being from the under-city, they really had never fit in, their pale skin having them stand out in front of the rest of them. It was hard, just them against the world.

Then fame happened, suddenly everyone loved them… but he knew it wasn’t for the right reasons, which is why he did what he did. Yeah, he risked his sister hating him, but it was better living in truth than in a lie…. 

…. Yet, as the days passed with the little Trolls, the more he realized about his truth… he was, well, a nobody. He saw how easily they began to migrate towards his sister’s more vibrant personality. It was only her that they began to coach now really, not him. 

“You’re good Veneer! Your sister needs a lot more focus than you do.” They’d exclaim. And that was that. Now where did he hear that before? Oh yeah, with their aunt and uncle they stayed with in Mount Rageous. She was the more ‘troubled’ child according to them… so she’d get the most attention… Their father would never do that… but he wasn’t there was he? So Veneer couldn’t think about that. He began to notice the drift little by little. It began when they focused more on getting her singing career back on track… 

“Despite what you did, there’s no doubt about it. You’re a star!” John Dory exclaimed. 

“Yeah I know!” Velvet flipped her hair as she stood inside the recording studio. They had her practicing non-stop, and for sure she was improving. 

“Uh, John, when can I get a turn?” Veneer swiveled around in a chair within the control room. 

“Maybe tomorrow buddy, we really have something going on here.” 

“....You say that every time I ask.” 

“This time I promise, though okay.” 

…. But that promise never came. It never was his turn when it came to sing, to practice. Perhaps his time with music was done? Maybe it really was his sister's turn to shine. He’d find something, he’d find his calling.

The days turned to months, and he only grew lonelier by the second. With this new schedule Velvet had, they never hung out anymore, he attempted something with the Trolls, but they never had time. And when they all agreed to hang out with him, well, they’d forget. His attempt to make friends outside was a hit and miss… 
“....I wanna go home…” He began to murmur to himself at night. But he couldn't go home… this was his new home now… 

 

 

….. “Ven! Wake up!” There was a pounding at his door one morning. 

“Ugggghhhh.” He rolled out of bed, his hair sticking out all over the place. “Whhhaaaaattttt.” He opened the door. 

“Get dressed, bedhead. The Trolls wanna talk to us about something.” She trotted downstairs. 

Talk? About what? Veneer scratched his head making his way to his mirror… that’s when he saw it, the calendar. It was their birthday! They probably had something planned for their birthday! Veneer squealed in delight as he quickly dressed himself up, running downstairs. 

“I'm here!!” He slid into the kitchen…nothing. There was nothing. Okay, a little strange, but it was still early.  

“Good morning Veneer! We have a special mission for you, well, both of you I guess we can say.” Poppy smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. 

“Okay? What?” Velvet arched her eyebrow staring at the small Troll curiously. 

“We got a list of orders you need to go pick up.” 

“Orders?!” Velvet whined. 

“Princess, they're all for you and this new pop idol thing we’re trying to help you with. Least you can do is go pick up the stuff.” Branch crossed his arms handing Veneer the paper. 

“...Wow…that’s- that’s a lot of stuff…” Veneer exclaimed, “I guess we go now?” 

“Yes, yes! Now shoo!” Poppy practically shoved them out the door. The twins stepped out in silence, a little confused as they blinked to each other. 

“Well, while we’re at it, maybe we can stop at Fizzy Freeze for a free sundae!” Veneer chimed. 

“Free sundae?” 

“Yeah, it’s our birthday, I say we celebrate while we’re out.” 

“Veneer, we’re not kids anymore to celebrate by getting free ice cream.” 

“Okay then. No free ice cream. How do you wanna celebrate then?” 

Velvet stayed silent. 

“Come on, sis. Tell me and we’ll do it!!” 

“....You want honesty?” 

“Of course.” 

“....I…don’t want to….celebrate with my brother…” 

“....Oh.” 

“I mean, we’re kind of too old for that. I’ve finally made friends, Veneer. I was hoping they’d remember and want to celebrate with me…I haven’t even gotten a text from them! It’s just…uggghh. Whatever. Let’s just run these stupid errands.” She marched towards the car. Veneer on the other hand, well, he really hadn’t made any friends yet. All he had were his sister and the Trolls… maybe they’d want to celebrate with him when they got back. For the time being, the twins drove in silence as they went to run errands the Trolls had laid ahead…

 

It was nearly two hours when they returned, boxes and bags in hand. 

“Worst birthday ever.” Velvet muttered as she opened the front door. To their surprise, the whole apartment was dark, “Hello? Guys?” The twins set down the boxes and switched on the light…

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” An echo of voices filled the complex as the Trolls jumped out, an assortment of Rageons the twins age behind them. 

“You guys remembered!!!” Velvet ran over to her friends embracing them in a hug.

“Girl, of course we did!” One Rageon girl smiled. 

“Those errands were a distraction. Couldn’t have you around while we set up.” Poppy giggled pushing forward a birthday crown for her, “We all thought you deserved this.” 

Velvet took the crown in her hands, placing it on her head, “What do you mean?” 

The Trolls looked at each other, with a smile on their face, “You’ve made amazing progress…. You’ve really proven to us that you really have what it takes.  You have the potential.” 

Velvet did her best not to smile at the comment, “Yeah. Whatever.” In her words, it was a thank you. 

“Alright, alright! Now that the birthday girl is here, let’s party!!!” One of her male friends cried out… 

 

Veneer stayed back, he read the banner clearly: Happy Birthday, Velvet. He made his way into the kitchen to find the birthday cake. There it was: Happy Birthday, Velvet. He looked in the fridge for anything else, any other cake with his name on it….nothing. Veneer didn’t say a word. He slipped away, knowing they wouldn’t miss his presence. He trotted upstairs quickly grabbing something from his room and then making his way to Velvet’s. 

“...Happy birthday, sis.” He smiled, placing a small box by her nightstand. He walked over to his room, hearing the laughter and music downstairs, Veneer closed his door and sat on the floor by his bed, pulling his knees up to his chest… 

….they forgot…. 

Of course, they would’ve forgotten that it was his birthday too… it was like he was nonexistent the past couple of months… Veneer really couldn't take anymore of it. This life was even lonelier than the life of fame he had spent with his sister…. He hated it… 

“I want to go home…” He muttered, “....Dad….I want to go back home with you….” The tears started spilling out…

….he felt so, so alone…. So forgotten. 

 

 

 

 

 

   

Chapter 18: Poisoned (Veneers Version)

Summary:

Having used to much essence, the twins are left poisoned.

The poison can affect their darkest thoughts and deepest desires, leading them into blind emotional rages. Something in them is changing, and they have no control over it.

Branch did not like it one bit… Velvet and Veneer should not be here, so close to Trolls. But he couldn’t argue with Poppy and Floyd.

 

Those two were determined to redeem them… raise them right. Floyd knew the siblings before they turned on him, he said he knew what they were capable of.

 

Branch walked into Bergentown as they were preparing for the days festivities. There really was no special holiday planned, Poppy just felt like celebrating a milestone for Velvet and Veneer. He eyed the tall Rageoun from far away as she helped Poppy set up balloons.

 

“You’re such an awesome balloon decorator Velly! You can add that to your talents!” Poppy exclaimed.

 

“I don’t think “ballon decorator” counts as a talent. Now I’m thinking you’re making things up.” Velvet said sarcastically. Branch approached them eyeing Velvet.

 

“Your boyfriend keeps giving me the stink eye, I think I might accidentally squash him.” Velvet smirked.

 

“I’d like to see you try rotten brat.” He said.

 

“Gloom troll.” Velvet responded.

 

“Okay!! I love how we are all getting along.” Poppy laughed nervously. “Hey Branch, why don’t you go get Vennie! He went to go pick out some flowers for our center pieces.”

 

“Why me? Why not send Floyd?” Branch protested.

 

“Because we are all working on getting along with each other… Besides Vennie would have a kick in hanging out with you!” Poppy exclaimed, a bright smile coming across her face…. How could he possibly say no.

 

“Whatever.” He exclaimed as he headed towards the direction Poppy told him to. He didn’t know why Veneer would follow him so much. Branch would continuously give him the cold shoulder, but Veneer would always come back around…. Annoying, Branch thought.

 

“Veneer! Veneer!” Branch called out. “Poppy would like you back now?” Silence. As Branch got closer to a clearing, he saw a bunch of flowers gathered in one pile. Okay, so he’s here somewhere , he thought to himself.

 

“Veneer!” Branch called out… how could he miss him? The kid was almost 7 feet tall. As Branch kept walking, he heard the sound of waves… the sea wasn’t very far. The little Troll got closer to a clearing that lead him to a cliff that over looked the ocean…. There was Veneer.

 

“There you are. Come on. Poppy wants those flowers asap.” Branch said…. But Veneer didn’t move. He stood near the cliff gazing out the sea. Branch could see him sway back and forth. “Hello? Earth to Veneer.”

 

The young Rageoun turned to look at Branch…. The little Troll was lost for words…. Around Veneers eyes was a pink pigmentation, dark circles looming under his eyes…

 

“Veneer?” Branch called out again.

 

“It’s my fault. It’s my fault.” Veneer kept repeating. He looked down over the edge of the cliff. “It’s all…my fault.” He took a step closer.

 

“…..oh my god…” Branch murmured. He couldn’t call for help… he was afraid that anything sudden would cause Veneer to jump…. Branch had to calm him down… he had to choose his words wisely.

 

“N-nothing is your fault Veneer. Let’s talk about it.” Branch said as he inched closer.

 

“No it is. I’m a horrible brother… my sister hates me, the world hates me, you hate me.” Veneer said as he looked over the cliff.

 

“Ven…. I- I don’t hate you.” Branch responded. How was he, a 6 inch little troll, supposed to pull a 7 foot a Rageoun away from the cliff.

 

“What if I…. It be better if…. What if I stepped over this cliff?” Veneer inched closer and closer. “It be peaceful…. So peaceful…”

 

“No Veneer! We need you. Your sister needs you. You’re working to get better remember.” Branch began to calculate his next moves as he eyed a tree near by.

 

“I hurt Floyd…. I let us hurt Floyd…. The water…it seems so fresh….” Veneer was inches from falling over. “It’ll be okay….”

 

“No!” Whipping his hair around the tree, Branch slingshotted himself around and right towards Veneers chest. The force was enough to cause the Rageoun to stumble backwards away from the cliff. Branch landed with a soft THUD next to Veneer. The Troll looked up towards him…. The pigmentation was gone as were the dark circle…. He could see Veneer starting to come back slowly.

 

“What happened?! Why are we here?” He began to panic. He turned and saw Branch. “What was I going to do?” He asked as tears began filling his eyes.

 

Branch couldn’t believe what he saw… the kid was about to throw himself over a cliff…. And it seemed like he had no control of what he was doing, only acting on impulse. If Branch had showed up a minute too late…The small Troll got close to Veneer, placing a small hand on his.

 

“…..We’re going to help you…. We’re going to help both of you.”

Chapter 19: … I’m Sorry

Summary:

Velvet and Veneer take the chance again and run from their father... their father who's been trying to protect them... who loves them. But once were they gone, he looses all hope that they ever cared for him at all....

Notes:

TW: MENTION OF S**CIDE

 

“Aaahhh!!! Dammit!!!” Velvet grabbed whatever she could and tossed it against the wall. “You should've listened to me, Veneer!! We could’ve been out of here!!” 

 

Her twin brother sat in a chair at the corner of the room; his arms crossed, a furrow in his brows, his green stringy hair now falling over his eyes instead of the normal updo, their fathers purple beanie on his head, “… Calm down Vels. We’re not trapped for life. It’s dad..”

 

“Might as well be trapped for life! I told you to follow the Trolls and book it out of here!! But you didn’t!” 

 

“Yeah, because I actually wanna be a family again! I want more than life than just stupid fame, Vels!” 

 

“Well, so do I!” Velvet sat on the floor, knees to her chest. 

 

“...What…?” Veneer sat up, staring at his sister, “...What…What do you want Vels?” 

 

“I just…I want to get out of here…I don’t care where we go. Even stupid Bergentown sounds nice. I want to make my own name in this world… I don’t want to be part of the Montegue name anymore…”

 

“Velvet…You don’t- you don’t mean that? We were a family Vels. A happy family. Us, mom, dad…”

 

“We were happy when mom was around… Everything changed when she died.” 

 

“...I know Vels.” Veneer got up to sit next to her, “It changed all of us, but none of that is dad's fault. He-”

 

“IT’S ALL DAD’S FAULT VENEER!!! THIS STUPID TITLE HE HAS!!! THAT'S WHY THEY CAME TO KILL HER!! THAT'S WHY HE SENT US AWAY AND MISSED  TEN YEARS OF OUR LIFE!!!” Her eyes glowed, the anger rising and boiling inside of her. 

 

“No. It’s not his fault… This burden put on him is not his fault!! You know it! You’re just angry and want to put the blame on him!” 

 

“I am angry…and I am leaving the first chance I get! Screw this!! Screw dad!!” 

 

CLINK. CLINK.

 

A soft tapping from their window sounded. The twins glanced at each other… no one should know where they’re at… their home was a secret. 

 

CLINK. CLINK. 

 

Veneer slowly went to the curtain, “Stop it! What are you doing?” Velvet scolded.

 

“Sh!” He hushed her as he pulled the curtain back, the twins both letting out a yelp as the faces of tiny Trolls were plastered on the window. 

 

“There you two are!!” Poppy chimed, bouncing up and down happily. 

 

“Open up the window please.” Floyd waved. Veneer pried open the window. 

 

“What? How?” 

 

“We followed you guys. We wanted to see if you were alright-” 

 

“And if you want to come with us!!” Poppy chimed. 

 

“Poppy!” 

 

Veneer bit his lip, “...I…I…” 

 

“Yes!” Velvet stood up, “I’m coming.” 

 

“Vels!” 

 

“I’m going, Veneer…. I want this. I want to start fresh… come on. Let's go.” 

 

“You want to go, but I want to stay with dad!” 

 

Velvet looked at him, her face softening just a little bit. “Ven, it’s always been us. Always. Are you really going to let me leave alone?” 

 

Veneer stayed silent. If she went with the Trolls, he knew she’d be safe, he knew she would be in good hands… Maybe eventually she’d come back… but… was it certain she’d be safe? Was it certain she wouldn't go and make stupid decisions that could get her in trouble? Or even worse? 

 

“Then at least lets tell dad-” 

 

“NO! You know he won't let us go… especially when he sees the Trolls… Come on, Ven….please.” 

 

Veneer eyed his sister, then the room around him… he would go, just to make sure she’d be okay, but then he’d come back to his dad… to talk to him…to try and convince him, “....Okay….” He finally whispered as he followed his sister out the window. 

 

They skillfully climbed their way down from the third floor, the Trolls perched on their shoulders. Floyd glanced at Veneer, “..Are you sure you want to do this?” 

 

“...Velvet needs me… She’s not in her right mindset…” 

 

“Maybe… but what do you want?” 

 

“....I just…want this all to stop… I want things to go back to some sort of normal-” He began to say until he was cut off.

 

“HEY!!” a guard called from the roof. 

 

“Run!” Velvet cried out, grabbing her brother's arm. She pulled him down the backyard of the mansion… which was the size of a park. She led him to some bushes, kicking away the dirt. 

 

“Stop them!!” 

 

She could hear the guards yell. She found the latch, pulling open a hidden door. 

 

“Since when was this here?” Veneer looked up at his sister. 

 

“Shut up and jump in before they catch us!”  She shoved him through, following in herself…

 

 

 

 

 

The door eventually led them to another door. When the twins opened it, they found themselves in an old abandoned factory somewhere in the Succubi District. They popped out looking at their surroundings, “...Come on. Let’s see if we can hop out somewhere in the fencing.” Velvet was the first to come out, Poppy on her shoulder. 

 

“The rest of us are waiting somewhere north of here!” The small Troll chimed, hopping off Velvet’s shoulder, “Come on!! I’ll lead the way! Doesn’t seem like there are any Under Rageons here to worry about.” Velvet rolled her eyes at the peppy little Troll, but followed close behind. Veneer trailed along slowly, Floyd still on his shoulder, a somber look on his face…. They just ditched their father… again… How would he explain it this time? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“...Sir… They… Seems like they ran off….again..” A guard came into Vaughn Montagues office. The older Rageon just stayed looking at his window… he was quite, a little too quiet. 

 

“...Thank you. Now, leave me.” He demanded. 

 

“Sir…shall we…shouldn’t we pursue?” 

“....No. Now. Leave. Me.” He demanded again. The guards nodded, closing the door behind them as they left. It was then that Vaughn slumped his shoulders, the sad look coming to his eyes… 

 

“... I failed…” He went to his desk, looking at the pictures set upon it: Vivian and the twins, they were about four there, “...It’s not the same without you Viv… I tried… I don’t…I don’t know how to do this on my own… They don’t want anything to do with me…no matter how much I try.” He looked up towards the window again. He loved his children, didn’t they know? Was he showing it wrong?... But truth was… they didn’t want anything to do with him… He has lost their affection, their love… perhaps it was best if he was gone from their life… they didn’t want him… as much as he tried… they just didn’t want him, nothing at all. “...I’m sorry… I failed you both… Everything I have… it means nothing… Not without any of you.” 

 

He opened the first drawer in his desk… pulling out a pistol… 

 

 

 

 

“We're almost there!” Poppy chimed, skipping along.

 

“Oh thank God. Hurry up, Ven.” Velvet quickened her pace. 

 

Floyd noticed Veneer’s silence, the young Rageon never looked up from the ground, “...Veneer… Come on, you have to say something…” 

 

“...I lost count on how many times we have run from him since coming back. After every time he continues to find us, he searches non stop for us. Floyd… what if this time it's different… What if he gives up looking for us? Give up on us?...” 

 

“You still love your dad, don’t you.” 

 

“....Yes. He never treated us badly, Floyd.. Sure after mom died, he was stern, a little hard. He sent us up to Mount Rageous… but that was to protect us…” He stopped in his steps, as a realization hit him.

 

“Ven? Hello? What’s the hold up?” Velvet stopped and turned out, “Cold or something?” 

 

He blinked, staring blankly at his sister, “...He’s always wanted to protect us… he felt like a failure when he couldn’t protect mom…but…but who's there to protect him?” 

 

“His guards?” Floyd unanswered a little confused.

 

“No. No. That’s  not what I mean… He’s been suffering in silence all this time… we weren’t there for him…” 

 

“....Ven?” Velvet approached him, “....What are you thinking? Come on, we’re so close to getting out of here.

 

 

 

 

 

…A little game of roulette never hurt anyone… right. A game of chance? Vaughn took all the bullets except one. He turned and turned the barrel until heard it click into place. He held up the barrel to his head…

 

CLICK…. Nothing…. He turned the barrel for another round…

 

 

 

 

 

“...I’m going back…I’m not leaving him again Vels!” Veneer gently grabbed Floyd and placed him on the ground, running back to the hidden door they had come from. 

 

“Veneer!!” Velvet ran after him, “Where are you going?! Stop?!” The small Trolls had no choice but to run after her as she pursued her brother…

 

 

 

 

 

 

CLICK… again no bullet… Vaughn twisted it again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Veneer had no intention of slowing down. He hopped through the door once again, landing on his feet and running off the direction they had come from… He could hear his sister calling after him as she pursued him, but he ignored her… 

 

 

 

 

 

CLICK…Another empty round… Vaughn twisted the barrel again…. 

 

 

 

 

 

   

“I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry…” Veneer muttered as he emerged from the to the side of the door, the manor in sight, “I won’t leave you again…” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CLICK… empty… He twisted the barrel… Roulette…a game of chance…he pulled the barrel to his head once more…….. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Dad! Dad!” Veneer called out as he emerged through the back door of the manor, the guards shocked, “Where is he?”

 

“In his study…” 

 

Veneer ran upstairs, “Dad!” A smile growing on his face, “Dad. I’m sorry. I’m sorry we tried running again. Dad I-”....

 

He fell silent… 

 

“....Dad?” Veneer froze. Vaughns head was slumped to the side… blood trickling down the side, dripping down to his finger tips. That’s when he laid eyes on the gun on the floor, “....Daddy?....Daddy?” Veneer ran up to him… the warmth slowly fading away. “No…No, no, no…Dad, I’m sorry! I’m right here! Come on…Come on wake up! I promise I won’t leave you again!! I’m right here dad!...You…you never failed me… I know what you did, you were trying to protect us!! I know!! I’m sorry…I’m sorry!!....Daddy please..” The tears came pouring out of his face, “....Dad…. I don’t wanna lose you too….” He began to choke on his sobs, his shoulders shaking from the tears that poured out, “....Daddy…” He cried as he curled into his fathers lap, crying into his chest. 

 

The echoing of footsteps were heard down the hallway, “Veneer!! What the-” Velvet never finished her sentence as she saw her brother curled into their fathers lap, his heartbreaking cries echoing the room, “...Veneer….What’s wrong with dad? Why isn’t he waking up?” She could feel her lower lip quiver, “Tell him to stop it! Tell him to wake up!” 

 

“....I can’t….I can’t…. It’s our fault… It’s all our fault….” Veneer cried, “...I’m sorry….I’m sorry…” He repeated over and over again. 

 

Velvet leaned against the door frame, slowly sliding down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest, “.....Daddy….” She whispered, her own body beginning to shake. “....It’s….my fault….Daddy…. I… I still need you….” The tears started to spill out. Her father… he thought they didn’t care anymore, that they didn’t need him. No matter how hard he tried, they kept running from him… And now… he is gone… 

 

“Daddy….I’m sorry….I’m so sorry….I love you…I never told you… but I love you…” 

Chapter 20: Jokes On You

Summary:

Velvet, Veneer, and Branch constantly tease Vaughn and Floyd about being a couple since they always bicker as one. The two finally decided enough is enough- giving the twins and Branch a little piece of their mind. But it also exploits some deep feelings.

“…What!” Vaughn exclaimed with a raised eyebrow, sitting opposite the little Troll. For his children’s sake, Vaughn had bought them a home up somewhere in Mount Rageous, away from the city, and away from the under-city…somewhere safer for them to live but not far either. Today, the twins had invited everyone to their house warming party. Once Vaughn arrived, the teasing began..

 

 

“Hey Floyd! Your wife is here!” Branch called out, smirk on his face.

“Do you not realize I will and can squash the life out of you?” Vaughn snarled at the tiny creature.

“Yeah, you wont. You know your kids won’t forgive you if you did.” Branch smirked, crossing his arms. He knew he was safe, and he was dangling that card in front of Vaughn whenever he could.

 

“So Floyd, who’d be the girl in the relationship, you or dad?” Velvet smirked, “I say you.”

“Seriously Vels, you too?”

“I’m kidding! It’s honesty so funny to see you and dad’s reaction whenever we mention it.” She started to laugh.

 

 

 

“Pretend we made it official.” Floyd crossed his arms, “They tease us about it, why not give them a taste of their own medicine.”

“They wont believe it. They know i can’t stand you.” Vaughn grimaced.

“Yeah i know, i know, feeling is mutual. But just imagine the look on their faces when they just think we are a couple.”

“Listen, I wouldn’t know how to pretend even if I tried. The only one i was comfortable like that with, was my wife.”

“Then pretend I’m her!” Floyd noticed the shocked confused look on Vaughns face, “Okay, okay, that came out wrong I’m sorry, but you know what I mean.”

Vaughn groaned. He would like to see the face of the twins. A little payback for always giving him a hard time about him and the little Troll. “….Fine…don’t expect much out of me.”

“Don’t worry. Let me do all the talking.” Floyd beamed.

 

 

Everyone was down stairs. Poppy was making sure all the guests were taken care, the music blasting, everyone having a good time, “This is going so well guys!” She chimed at twins.

“Thanks! Looks like everyone they’re having fun.” Veneer smiled, “…But where are dad and Floyd? They’ve been gone for a while.”

Branch smirked, “Probably talking all lovey dove to each other.”…But he fell silent when he turned to see the sight in front him…his own brother on the shoulder of the infamous Vaughn Montegue…literally on his shoulder…the two smiling, “… Um…okay what?”

“Hey guys!” Floyd smiled, leaning on the side of Vaughns face, “Sorry we kept everyone waiting, there were some things we had to talk about and get off our chest.”

Everyone was stunned into silence: Floyd on Vaughns shoulder…both…smiling…seemingly getting along. Getting along a little two well actually. And this wasn’t like Vaughn…not like Vaughn at all.

“..Um, hey. Talking? Talking about what? Something funny? You two seem…happy.” Branch asked, afraid of the answer he was going to receive. He looked at the twins They had the same confused look on their face.

“Yeah…Um, liking this party?” Veneer asked.

“It’s pleasant.” Vaughn replied simply.

“But that’s not what we were talking about.” Floyd smiled, “Right, V.” He patted the older Rageons cheek.

“Okay..what the hell? Dad, why are you letting him do that? Flick him off your shoulder!” Velvet yelled out.

Vaughn arched an eyebrow, “Why? I find it enduring.” Floyd was even caught off guard by his response…a little flattered as a blush crossed his face.

“….En-enduring…” Veneer murmured, “….W-what’s going on?”

Floyd stood upright on Vaughns shoulder, “…Well…we thought about what you guys would continuously tell us. We took. It to heart.”

“Take what to heart Floyd!” Velvet now demanded an explanation to all of this. Why was her dad so chill about Floyd being on his shoulder? And touching his cheek!!

“What you all say about us all the time? We thought about it.” Vaughn crossed his arms side eying the Troll.

“We thought why not! Why not give it a chance, and it turns out…well, there were hidden feelings along. So we made it official. Besides you two see me as your other dad already.”

“WHAT!” The twins echoed, their jaw dropped. No, no, no, no, no, this could not be happening. Sure they loved them both, and saw them both as their dad…but….but this! Them being a….couple!

“Dad! W-with a Troll? Like, are you sure?” Veneer arched an eyebrow.

“I have an open mind.” He shrugged.

Branch still hadn’t said anything. His eyes wide, his mouth open. Sure, he would tease, sure he would make fun…but that’s all it was. He didn’t want his brother actually getting together with the Rageon. A Troll and a Rageon? That’s scandalous, “Floyd! What the heck man! I was teasing! It was nothing for you to actually consider and go for!”

“Branch it’s you have i to thank. I wouldn’t have considered it all. Yeah, we’re different, but I think we can make each other happy. We both care for the twins.”

“He’s like nine, ten years older than you!”

“Age is just a number my brother.”

“FLOYD!”

Floyd and Vaughn both smirked as they saw the three going crazy. Velvet and Veneer rambling how this was weird, how they love the idea of two dads, but not like this. And Branch…sure he wanted his brother to be happy, but, with Vaughn? The guy who kidnapped him first! Tortured him almost! Was that a kink for him? He rambled and rambled along with the twins, their arguments and statement music to Floyd and Vaughns ears.

“…This was actually a good idea.” He turned to look at Floyd.

“Oh just enjoy it a little while longer.” He placed his hand on Vaughns cheek again. He quickly withdrew…They were pretending…nothing more.

The two waited awhile longer, basking in this worry and concern.

“…Are you three done yet?” Vaughn asked crossing his arms.

“NO!” They yelled in unison.

“Weeeelllll, jokes on you.” Floyd smirked, “How’d it feel? Not so good huh?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Veneer stuttered.

“You three tease us all the time. I see now that you don’t like it if it were true.” Vaughn spoke up.

“You were just messing with us! That’s horrible!” Velvet growled.

“Hey, you tease us all the time. A little taste of your own medicine. How did it taste actually?” Floyd smirked.

Velvet threw him the finger, “Hey! Do that again and im taking everything you hold dear away from you, including your phone.” Vaugh stated. She grunted, stomping her foot, she turned away and walked to her room.

“Okay, sorry! We wont tease you guys about it again! I swear!” Veneer waved his hands in the air. He turned to glance down at Branch.

The small Trolls eye twitched, “….Fine….I’ll stop….You’re cruel.”

“Cool.” Floyd hopped off Vaughns shoulder and on to a nearby desk. “Well, seems like they all learned their lesson. Nicely played. I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to play it off.”

“…Well, only to a certain point, not anything more.” Vaughn crossed his arms, “But…that was fun to see….Nice job.” He smiled down at the Troll before walking away.

Floyd only huffed and smiled as he watched the Rageon walk away….something….something funny hitting the pit of his stomach…a funny feeling. Nope, nuh uh, nope. He shook the feeling off until he turned and saw Branch staring at him.

“….Dude….” Branch told him.

“What?”

Branch crossed his arms, “Seriously?”

“….What!”

“You weren’t really playing on your end were you?”

“Branch, what are you talking about?”

“…..You….You really find Vaughn alluring!”

“NO I DON’T!” Floyd yelled at the top of his lungs… a blush across his face.

Chapter 21: Caught

Summary:

Velvet has made it official with Apollo for the last two months... hiding it from her father. Veneer warns her he's grown suspicious, but Velvet is in the moment. One night, her romantic evening is ruined as Vaughn finally catches them.

Velvet and Apollo

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It’s been about two months since their first kiss…since their first everything really.

 

And for two months Veneer has kept his sister’s relationship with Apollo a secret from their father. He knew she shouldn’t do this. How could she trust him? How did she know his word was true? How did she know he wouldn’t just turn his back and turn them in to his father?

 

Veneer hated lying to his Vaughn….and Velvet began feeling the guilt of hiding her relationship too. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t, but Vaughn was her dad…she cared….she had always cared. Despite his flaws, despite him not being the father they needed when their mother died, she still loved him. Velvet always remebered the father he once was to them: loving, caring, playful. Their mothers death changed them but it changed him most of all.

 

She’d feel the guilt when she would sneak out at night to go meet the Strobe…

 

 

 

One night, he came to her. Velvet was in her room writing in her personal journal…

 

CLANK….CLANK….CLANK…

 

She heard the sound of tapping, something being thrown against her window, “The hell?” she murmured. With caution, she turned off her light and peeked. Velvet didn’t see antyhing, but a familiar glow. The Strobe poked his head from the bushes that surrounded the manor, a smirk on his face.

 

“Oh my god!!!” Velvet exclaimed, “He has a freaking death wish.” She quickly ran to her bed and began tying sheet after sheet together creating a rope. Velvet quickly ran and opned her window. Apollo saw and came running over.

 

“Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair!” He called out.

 

“Shut up, or i’ll let the freaking guards catch you, moron!” She lowered the rop of sheets allowing him to climb up to her room. Once he was at the window, Velvet grabbed him by the loops of his pants and flipped him inside, he landed on the floor with a loud thud .

 

“….Ow….That’s not really how the princess greets the prince in the stories.” He looked up at her as he lay on the floor.

 

“You want that kind of princess? Well sorry, I’m just not that kind of girl. What the hell, Appa?! You could’ve have gotten caught; be shot dead on sight! And how the hell did you find where I live! No one is supposed to know! No one followed you right. My dad will kill you if-“ She was cut off as Apollo pulled her in for a kiss.

 

“I love it when you vent like a maniac.”

 

“Shut up.” She kissed him again before pushing him away, “How did you find me?”

 

The Strobe began walking around her room…her own little world, “Remember that day I saved you and your brother from those goons? Well to make sure you were safe I kind of followed you home.” He picked up and placed things back down as he examined her collection of little knick-knacks.

 

“…Stalker much. You knew where I lived this whole time?”

 

“Yep.” He turned to her giving her a big smile.

 

“God, your annoying.” She turned her heel to sit on her bed. “Don’t go messing up my things.”

 

“You’re kidding me? I’m like in your own little world…How many people been up here?”

 

“….You and Ven.”

 

“….How about guys?”

 

“…Just you and Ven. Im a private person, why the heck would I let anyone in here.”

 

Apollo’s hands and eyes trailed to a picture of a very pretty Rageon woman. She was standing next to Vaughn, a smile on her face, “…Your mother?” He turned and looked at Velvet. She answered with a simple nod, “She was beautiful. Just like you.”

 

“I’m nothing like my mom. She woulnd’t have done the things I did.” She curled up onto her bed hugging her knees. Apollo noticed the change in her deminor. He made his way and sat next to her.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Trolls napping, troll torture….fraud…cheating…She was a good person…”

 

“We all make mistakes, carina. Just because you made mistakes doesn’t make you bad person…at least in my eyes.” He reached over and held her hand. She still wasn’t used to this…physical contact that…but with Apollo, she welcomed it. He made her feel a way that she couldn’t explain. He was so annoying, but it was so alluring to her. She just couldn’t keep herself away from him or keep herself from thinking of him…. and the feeling was definetely mutual. She intertwined their fingers and leaned her head on his shoulder. They allowed a few moments of comfortable silence to pass before he spoke up…

 

“….. I want your dad to know about us…” Apollo said. She looked up at him wide eyed and gaped mouth.

 

“…W-what….”

 

“I want him to know. I want to be part of your life properly, not hidden.”

 

“…Apollo, he’ll kill you… He’ll think your just with me to get to him…”

 

“I’ll take that chance.”

 

“No.” She stood up pacing back and forth looking at him, “If I’m stubborn, wait till you meet my dad. He wont listen. He’ll hurt you.”

 

“He just thinks he’s protecting you. He’s trying. Better than my own dad ever would. Son of a bitch doesn’t care about me… but your dad…he loves both you guys. Velvet I want to be part of it too. I can prove myself to him. What do I have to do? Through myself off a roof? Heck I’ll do it.”

 

“Shut up. No you wont….And no…not right now... I can’t just burst in there and say ‘hey dad, here’s my boyfriend! Your enemies son!’”

 

“Enemey of an enemy is a friend right?”

 

“That saying is a load of crap, no it isn’t.”

 

“Por favor, cariña.” He stood up walking to her once again, cupping her face in his hands as she crossed her arms. She was so stubborn, but it was something he absolutely loved about her.

 

She sighed, “…Let me think how I can break it to him. I have to reel him in slowly before hooking him.

 

“Are you talking about your dad or fishing?” he teased.

 

“Keep it up and my dad is going to find out squat.”

 

“Okay, okay……Can I kiss you again?”

 

“….Whatever.” In Velvet language, it meant yes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Veneer warned Velvet not to leave, not to sneak out, “He’s suspicious about something, Vels. He’s figured you’re hiding something.”

 

“Did you tell him something?” She combed up her hair as she readied herself to meet Apollo at his place this night, “Please tell me you didn’t sell me out…again!”

 

“…What? No? And it’s not because of you. Appa is kind of growing on me. He’s the only who can really put you in your place.” He smirked, “That’s admiring in itself.”

 

“Oh shut up.”

 

“….You have to tell dad? If he finds out-“

 

“I know Ven. Im just…I’m just still working on how to tell him. But I’m not going to stop seeing Apollo just because of it.”

 

“See him another night then. Dad senses are on high today. Please, listen to me for once, sis.”

 

“I’m not gonna let dad stop me from finally having an amazing guy Ven.” She opened her window, “I’ll see you later.” And she was gone…

 

 

 

 

 

The night was going well, too well. Apollo decided to make her dinner. A little recipe from his own culture. Velvet had no idea he could cook until she tasted his food. God, he was too perfect. What was so damn attractive was that he would actually listen to her, he actually cared for her. Damn him, she thought to herself. They spent their nights as usual: talking, venting, him teasing her, and her getting upset. Horror movie night, was that particular night…Velvet and Apollo laughed at the stupidity of the people in the movies and why they deserved to die because of it. They were part way into the third movie when it just ended up being a full on make out session. They were on his couch…like their first night together…their lips intertwined, bodies close, no one notices someone breaking into the hideout. Velvet laid ontop of him as she continued pressing her lips against his, his hands going up and down her back. She tugged on his pants, “Vels..” He looked at her.

 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” She whispered as she continued to press her lips against his..

 

“….I figured something, but hoped my hunch wasn’t true.” A familiar deep voice sounded from behind them. Velvet quickly sat up, getting off the Strobe…the horror and embarrasment in her eyes when she saw her father standing there…a gun in hand.

 

“….Daddy…” She murmured in fear. Apollo sat up, but he didn’t distance himself from her. He to was ashamed, but he wanted to prove to Vaughn how much he really cared for Velvet, how much he really loved her.

 

“How long.” Was all the older Ragon said.

 

“Dad, just listen to what I have to say please…”

 

“HOW LONG!”

 

“…..Two months.” She hugged herself looking away. Apollo instinctively reach to hold her hand. That’s when Vaughn snapped.

 

He lifted the gun and pointed it straight in between the Strobe’s eyes, “Don’t you dare touch her!” Velvet quickly stood in between her father and boyfriend.

 

“Dad no! No! Listen to me dammit. He’s not like anyone else. He’s not an enemy. I thought he was too…but he become our friend. He saved us….we…..we fell in love….Dad, please listen to me. Give him a chance…please.” She begged him, reaching out and holding his arm. Vaughns hand began to tremble, his finger so  close to pulling the trigger…

 

“….Let’s go…” He finally said.

 

“….Dad come on….”

 

He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, handing her over to two of his guards that came with him. She kicked and struggled against them. “Make sure that she doesn’t leave. That she doesn’t escape.” He commanded.

 

“Dad just listen please!”

 

“I don’t know how you don’t see that I am trying to protect you…both of you. You’ve disobeyed me for the last time. Take her away.”

 

“Dad just listen to me please! Dad!” She cried out kicking and screaming.

 

“Vels!” Apollo called out going after her…

 

SMACK!

 

Vaughn punched him square in the jaw, “….You’re getting off easy….You dare come close to my daughter again….you dare touch her again….I will kill you.”

 

“Then kill me now….because I am not going to try and stop seeing her.”

Chapter 22: Veneer and Maleek

Summary:

They didn't get off to the best start... but now the two are practically inseparable. Veneer continues to appeal to Maleeks better nature, knowing there's a good guy deep inside. A guy Veneer hopes Maleek sees himself one day.

Maleek

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“What are you doing!?” Veneer held on tightly as Maleek drove left and right through the woods outside of the under city. No one dared venture out there. Only the bold and the crazy. Obviously, Maleek was both. 

 

“Following directions. Now let me focus.” The Gorgen male muttered. 

 

“Following directions to where? When I said I’d join you I didn’t expect you coming out into the woods. It’s dangerous out here!!” Veneer exclaimed as he held on for dear life.

 

A faint smile appeared on Maleeks face, “Then don’t hang out with me. Simple as that.” 

 

“Yeah and leave you friendless? I don’t think so.” 

 

“Geez. Thanks for that confident boost squib.” 

 

Maleek made a sharp turn right, coming to a halt as a thicket appeared in front of them, “Damn. Guess we continue on foot.” He hopped out of the car grabbing some weapons, tossing Veneer a small knife.

 

“What do I need this for!?” 

 

“Protection.” Maleek simply explained. “Come on. We better hurry.” 

 

Securing his beanie Veneer followed as close as he could to the taller Rageon. Maleeks snake hair on the alert. 

 

“Hurry for what? How often do you come out here?” Veneer asked.

 

“A little too often. Practically know my way around like the back of my hand.” 

 

“Maleek! Why? These woods are dangerous!! Rageons have died out here.” 

 

“I haven’t obviously…” 

 

“Yet!! Does your dad make you come out here?” Veneer looked up at him.

 

“No. It’s more of a sport for me. The Black Market pays highly for goods brought from the woods. Obviously only the craziest of Rageons come out here. That includes you now squib.” He looks down at the smaller, a devious look in his eyes.

 

“What!?” Veneer's face flushed, “Oh no, no! I’m not crazy. I saw you at the Black Market. Saw what job you were taking up. I was hoping to talk to you out of it. Obviously, that didn’t work.” 

 

“You have to stop worrying about me. It’s not anyone’s job to worry about me-” Maleek was cut off.

 

“Yes it is! After all we’ve been through Mal? I’d consider you my friend. And friends worry about each other. When will you learn to let others care for you?” 

 

Maleek fell silent as his eyes focused straight ahead. This little guy was persistent. It was admirable, he had to admit, but he doesn’t know why he’d form such an attachment to him. Why did Veneer care so much for him? Morgona was his sister so that was understandable. Apollo knew him since he was a kid, so he got that. But Veneer owed him nothing. Maleek had tried to kill him a couple of times, yet Veneer continued to stay. Honestly, Maleek didn’t mind. He enjoyed his company, he looked forward to hearing from him everyday, despite his stoic demeanor every time they hung out. Veneer made him feel a way he wasn’t used to… he was scared, but he liked that little happy feeling he’d bring.

 

“….Why?” Maleeks words came out before he could stop them. 

 

Veneer looked up at him confused, “Why what?” 

 

“Why do you stick around? After everything I put you through.” Maleeks voice was deep and soft. Total opposite of Veneers.

 

“…. I don’t know. I haven’t figured out that part or over-analyzed it like you… I just… I guess I just like hanging around you.” He offered the Gorgen a smile.

 

Maleek was about to open his mouth to say something, but a faint cry stopped him as it echoed. Veneer took a step behind Maleek, clenching the small knife tightly.

 

“What was that??” 

 

“What we're here for. Come on.” He tugged at the smallers shirt pulling him along. Veneer didn’t like that one bit. What on Earth were they there for? He followed closely, his eyes darting everywhere as he anticipated an attack any moment.

 

“Does your sister or Apollo know you come out here?” 

 

“No. They wouldn’t like it.” 

 

“Ya think!” 

 

Again the cry echoed… 

 

“Come on.” Maleek grabbed Veneer by the wrist and took off running. The cry grew louder and louder the closer they got, “There! Got it!” 

 

Underneath a trap lay one of the creatures of the Under Rageous Woods. The more it struggled to free itself, the tighter the snare encased it, cutting its skin. Veneer stood back as Maleek ran up to it…

 

“…. Is that..” 

 

“A Leopard Gecko.” 

 

The creature was huge. It had the body of a feline. Its face mixed reptilian and feline features. Beautiful scales covered its body rather than fur. 

 

“Rageons will pay handsomely for its scales. They’re hard and rare to catch.” Maleek took out his knife.

 

“…. That’s all you’re going to kill it for? Its scales!?” 

 

“Veneer, I have a life to live, money to make. It’s my life or his.” 

 

“What makes you think his life is less than yours? Because he can’t talk or think like you or me??” 

 

“You used to use Trolls for your own gain. Even your father harvested them.” 

 

“We did. But we changed. We saw it was wrong. I changed. Then my sister. And now my dad. I’m not perfect Maleek, but I’ve learned the value of creatures smaller than me.” 

 

“People like me don’t change, Ven. It’s in my blood.” He hovered the knife over the creature, staring down at its struggling body.

 

“…. Yeah you do. I’ve seen it. You tried killing me… but then you ended up saving me so many times. You helped me and my sister, helped  Apollo… you asked me why I like being around you?I wanna be there to finally see you become the person I know you are: a good person.” Veneer knelt down in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. 

 

Maleek held his gaze for a moment. The two only stared at each other through the silence of the woods. The Gorgen finally let out a sigh as he looked away…. 

 

He began to cut the trap, loosening it enough till the creature was able to break free and scurry off.

 

“…. There goes my million bitz.” He rose to his feet, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” 

 

 

 

The trip back was silent. Veneer casted glances at Maleek every now and then. Was he mad? He didn’t want him to be mad at him. He actually couldn’t stand the fact of Maleek being upset and not wanting to talk to him anymore. 

 

“…. I’m sorry…” The small Rageon finally spoke.

 

“What?” 

 

“…. I know you probably took forever to hunt that thing down… I kinda ruined it…. So… I’m sorry.” 

 

Maleek finally looked at the smaller, “…. I nearly killed an innocent animal, and you’re the one saying sorry?” 

 

“… You’re mad. I know you are.” 

 

“… no… I’m not… you honestly never cease to surprise me, squib.” 

 

Veneer turned to give him a small smile. Maleek drove him near a station that would take him to the Succubi District. 

 

“…. I’ll talk you later?” Maleek asked, looking at Veneer as he hopped off.

 

“Really?” A hopeful glint came to his eye. Earning a soft smile and nod from the Gorgen. Veneer then reached into his satchel, pulling out his phone. 

 

PING! 

 

Maleek heard his own go off. He looked down to see the notification, his eyes widening in surprise, “Ven…” He had just sent him one million bitz. 

 

“Good deeds are rewarded too.” Veneer winked causing the Gorgen to fluster. 

 

“But, your dad..”

 

“We have enough money to spare. He’ll understand once I tell him. He’s kinda growing fond of you. So don’t mess that up.” Veneer snickered, placing the phone back in his bag.

 

“Ven, I can’t..”

 

“You send it back, I'll just keep sending it to you. Worse I’ll let my dad know you’re not accepting my kind gesture. We wouldn’t want that would we.” 

 

“… no.” He looked down at his phone, a faint smile on his lips. “Thanks-” He was cut short as Veneer wrapped his arms around him in an embrace. Maleek wasn’t familiar or really comfortable with physical contact. Even his sister and best friend knew that… but with Veneer it was different… he welcomed it.

 

For Veneer, Maleek felt safe. He always felt safe when he was around him… These were little victories for Veneer. Little signs that Maleek was slowly opening up and letting him in..

 

“I’ll message you when I get home.” Veneer waved as he boarded the tram that would take him back home.

 

“Looking forward to it…” Maleek whispered softly with a smile.

Chapter 23: I Didn’t Know!

Summary:

Veneer and Maleek have grown close. They begin to hang out more, stay nearer to each other. One day Veneer decides a nice dinner would be a good idea. Maleek just leaves out one thing… his allergy.

Maleek and Morgona

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“Alright, sis. How do I look?” Veneer hopped down the stairs of their manor, taking a spin. He sported his usual purple beanie with an opened up red dress shirt and black tank top underneath.

 

“…. Like my idiot brother.” Velvet replied not even gazing at him. She was too busy intrigued into her phone. 

 

Veneer rolled his eyes, “You know, ever since you and Apollo made it official you've been glued to your stupid phone. You literally saw him last night!!”

 

“Your point is?” She arched an eyebrow finally casting him a glance. 

 

“Uuggghh. I knew this would happen when you got a boyfriend.” 

 

“It’s not just any boyfriend, Veneer. It’s Apollo.” She let out a dreamy sigh as she continued texting away. 

 

“Ew… gross.” He made sure he had everything in his pockets before heading to the front door.

 

“Oh yeah? What about you? Going on this little date.” 

 

Veneer spun around to look at his sister once more, “It’s not a date!…. We’re just… hanging out.” 

 

“Uh huh. I’m soooooooo sure.” She smirked peeking up from her phone, “Dad said don’t be too late.” 

 

“Yeah. Yeah.” 

 

 

 

 

 

Porters Potluck 

 

That was the name of the restaurant. Probably one of the fanciest you’d find in Under Rageous. Veneer and Maleek stood outside the enterance.

 

“Ever been?” Veneer beamed up at the taller.

 

“No. I don’t really get out much, you know.” 

 

“Well, now that you met me, that’s gonna change.” Veneer squealed happily as he led him into the building, “I tend to be allergic to alot of stuff so this place is one of the only restaurants that accommodate it!” Veneer began babbling on.

 

A smile came to the younger Gorgens face. People who could talk up a storm tend to annoy him… but Veneer had become the only exception. Maleek was actually willing to listen to Veneer, no matter how unorthodox his conversations were sometimes. He liked it… he also liked Veneer. This was the fanciest place they’d hung out in. So Maleek just didn’t mention one thing: his severe shellfish allergy. 

 

The Gorgen wasn’t one to display weakness to anyone. So he wasn’t about to admit that Veneer out of all people. This place didn’t smell fishy at all, so he figured he’d be in the clear. The waitress sat them in a nice little private booth. Maleek took in the interior and its decorations. 

 

“I guess it’s nice. Being the under city and all.” He admitted.

 

“My parents would bring us here all the time. Well my dad would rent out the place so it was like a private thing.” Veneer thanked the waitress as she set down some menus, “Aren’t you gonna peek?” 

 

“I’ll just have what you have.” Maleek offered him a small smile.

 

“What?” 

 

“You know this place better than me. So I trust you have a savory taste right?” 

 

A small blush crossed Vens face, “Uh, yeah. I guess so. But what if you don’t like what I order?” 

 

“Then I’ll make you pay for it later.” Maleek smirked.

 

“You’re cruel.” 

 

 

 

The two chatted after Veneer placed their orders, and within moments their dishes were brought out. A bright, big smile crossed Veneer's face.

 

“Thanks!” He beamed, “Bon appetit!” He took the food into his hands as he took a bite. 

 

…. Maleek didn’t even have to touch it or eat it. One whiff and the proximity of the dish was enough to tell him: it had shellfish. A rash started to appear on his face as soon as the plate appeared. The snakes in his hair coiled close to his body, shivering. His eyes began to get itchy… no, no, no… Not right now. Not right now!! 

 

“…. Mal? Are you okay?” Veneer noticed Maleek just staring at his plate. What alarmed him was the redness spreading all over his body. Maleek began scratching, “Mal!? What’s going on? You're red!”

 

“…. Nothing. I just feel warm, that’s all.” He tried hiding it. His body was starting to feel weird. It was starting to feel weak.

 

…Veneer stretched out a hand to feel his forehead…. That’s what did it. Veneer had close contact with the platter and now close contact with Maleek. Within seconds he began to swell. Veneer could see his breathing quicken.

 

“What the hell!? Mal!!! Oh god, let's get out now!!!” Veneer reached out and touched him again, only making the allergic reaction worse. “AH!!! WHAT THE- I'M SORRY!!! WHAT'S GOING ON!!!”  Veneer freaked out as Maleek curled up on the floor, holding his stomach. 

 

“…. Allergic…. Shellfish….need medicine….” Was all Maleek was able to muster. 

 

“WHERE!? WHERE DO I GET IT!?!!! 

 

“Back…. Pocket…” 

 

Veneer carefully but quickly reached into Maleeks back pocket, trying to avoid touching him again. His placed the pen directly where it needed to be placed as the insulin spread through his body. Eventually Maleek calmed down; the rash and swelling slowed down and eventually stopped, his breathing regulated. Maleek stared up at Veneer with a guilty look… a blush crossing his face.

 

“WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A SHELLFISH ALLERGY!?” 

 

 

 

The walk home was spent with Veneer scolding Maleek, the rash still apparent on his face.

 

“…. Its weakness Ven.” 

 

“It’s not a weakness! Being open about it, about vulnerabilities, is actually the bravest thing anyone can do!! You could’ve died Mal!!! And it would’ve been my fault!” 

 

“… no it wouldn’t have.” 

 

“Yes it would’ve!!” They stopped at Maleeks front door, “…I like being around you, Mal. It's fun. I enjoy it. But… you have to be open with me. No more surprises please. Think you can do that?” Veneer stared up at him with hopeful eyes. 

 

Maleek gave him a soft smile, “But I’m full of surprises.” Veneer smacked him on the arm, “Alright. Alright. I’m sorry… I promise.”

 

The two looked at each other with a smile…

 

Before anything more could be said between them Morgona opened the front door. She stared at the rash on her brother's face. A smile and laugh escaped her lips.

 

“HA!! Loser!”  

Chapter 24: … Everything Gone

Summary:

What if…

Velvet and Veneer find themselves back up at the too as they discovered their new talent. Once again, they leave everything they knew behind, including their father, and two special Under Rageons who hold a special place in their heart: Apollo and Maleek.

Fame. What they've always wanted, but after an accident takes everything from them... isn't really worth it?

Velvet and Veneer. 

 

Their names were once again lighting up the skies of Mount Rageous and its Summit. Once again fans were screaming their names: they were back. 

 

This time, no Trolls. Were the friends with them? Veneer was, and Velvet, well she tolerated them enough on her part. It wasn’t because of their truce or the truce Under Rageous now held with the Trolls. 

 

No.

 

The twins have discovered their true talent. A way they could captivate the people without really hitting the perfect note. It wasn’t the Troll essence that did it… it was an ability they had inside them all this time: charm speak. 

 

Oh boy. Could they hypnotize a crowd with just the sound of their voice; make others believe what they wanted them to believe. Velvet discovered this first, in which then she taught her brother. Soon enough, and yet again, she convinced him to come back to Mount Rageous; to once again leave the under city: to leave their father.

 

 

 

Veneer stood staring down at his luggage, embarrassed to meet his fathers eyes. Vaughn just stood there. Silent. A stoic demeanor as always, but Veneer finally saw something in his eyes he had never quite seen before… sadness.

 

“Is this what you want?” He finally asked Veneer. 

 

No. No, Veneer didn’t want this. Yet, this was the best choice for him, like Velvet said. Right? 

 

“...Yes. I- I want to go back. I want to try again. The right way.” He finally looked up to his father. 

 

Heartbreak.

 

That’s all he saw in Vaughns eyes. Finally, things were at peace in the under city. Finally, things were made right. Finally, he had his children back… but they just wanted to leave him. Again. Was there something wrong with him? Was there something he needed to change? He lost his Vivian. Now again he loses his kids. He didn’t argue though. Vaughn didn’t want to beg his children to stay when they wanted to leave, as much he wanted too.  

 

“...Okay. If- if that’s what you and your sister chose.” Vaughn nodded looking down at the ground. He wasn’t one to cry. The only time the twins saw him cry was when their mother died. This moment though Vaughn was at his most vulnerable. Veneer could see it. It took all his might to not run over to his father and hug him, “...Just know, I’ll always be here when you need me.” Was all he said. 

 

Vaughn turned to glance at Velvet, but she dared not look his way. She didn’t want to. She still hated him, or, at least she thought she did. She opened the back of the black limousine and turned to Veneer, “Let’s go.” 

 

He nodded, “...Bye dad.” Grabbing his luggage, he walked to the vehicle and got inside. 

 

Velvet turned to two Under Rageons standing by her: Apollo and Maleek. “Well.” She said, waiting for them to join the twins. Her eyes meet Apollo's gaze with a longing, hopeful look. 

 

Apollo and Maleek looked at each other, then turned to Vaughn. The older Rageon gave them a slight smile, nodding to them in approval. 

 

“Go with them. Watch over them for me.” He had told the boys. Yet, it pained them to leave him alone. The boys had promised to visit, afterall, Maleek still had his sister down here. In return, Vaughn promised to watch over her. 

 

With a small nod of acknowledgement, both Maleek and Apollo joined the twins inside the limousine, leaving part of the world they had always known to enter a world full of glam, glitter, and nothing but fake smiles and love. It was quiet on the way back up to the cloud level city. Veneer let out a sniffle or two, wiping the tears that would escape his eyes. Maleek noticed, reaching over to place a gentle hand over Veneers. 

 

“Sab theek ho jaega. Ham donon ek doosare ke saath hain. Main tumhaare paapa par nazar rakhoonga.” He spoke in his tongue. 

 

Veneer let out a small smile, learning a few phrases here and there, “...Thanks.” 

 

Apollo stared at Velvet. He knew she was hurting, she was just too proud to admit, “Princess.” He spoke out patting the spot next to him. Velvet hesitated, but finally, with a sigh, she switched over to sit next to Apollo, never turning her face away from the window.

 

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked. 

 

“No. I just want to get back up there.” She muttered.

 

Silence. 

 

“.... We got each other. Remember that. I ain't ever leaving you.” He intertwined his fingers with hers. 

 

She melted. Her hand squeezes his. Finally, she leaned on his shoulder, letting out a small sigh, “...I know.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That was five months ago. 

 

So much changed. The twins took off higher than they did when they first appeared. The ultimate comeback is what Rageous was calling it. Slowly and slowly, it began to change them. 

 

 

 

“.... It’s cheating, Veneer.” Maleek spoke up as the other was getting ready for a perfomance. 

 

“How is it cheating?” Veneer turned to him, arching an eyebrow, “Were using our talent. No one else's. I'm not going to hurt Floyd or anyone else again.”

 

“Yes. It’s talent. But you’re still tricking them into loving you. Putting a spell on them just to win their favor.” 

 

“Mal, how else are me and Vels gonna rise up to the top again? And it’s not tricking. We’re using our talent.” 

 

“No you're not. You’re abusing it.” 

 

“No I'm not! How else am I going to get people to like me!” 

 

Maleek furrowed his brow, “I did…. I liked you without you using anything on me. The same goes for Apollo and your sister. You guys didn’t use anything on us, yet here we are.” 

 

Veneer pouted, crossing his arms. He turned away from Maleek, and said something he would regret, “....You’re Under Rageons…. You don’t count.” 

 

Maleek took a step back, his heart breaking in two.

 

Who was this? This wasn’t Veneer. Or was it? Had the guy he’d been hanging out with and getting to know all a lie? Or was he being clouded and diluted once again by the attention he was receiving? Maleek said nothing. He retreated towards the door of the dressing room. Before leaving he looked over his shoulder once more at Veneer. 

 

“...You changed. This isn't the person I knew… who I grew to like. This isn’t him at all…” And he was gone, leaving Veneer alone to his thoughts. 

 

 

 

 

“Princess, you look beautiful. What’s the big deal?” Apollo watched Velvet pace back and forth like a mad man. Throwing everything in the air. 

 

“Really?! This doesn’t match!! The pink is like WAY off!! The performance is going to be a disaster now!!!” 

 

Apollo chuckled, “I knew you were a primadonna but this the next level, amor. Take my word for it. You look beautiful. The crowd is gonna love you like they always do. Hey, after your show, let’s take some time to destress. Me, you, date?” He reached out to grab her hand… she pulled away. She’s been pulling away a lot lately. 

 

“Can’t. We have an after party to get to.” She looked at herself in the mirror plumping her lips. 

 

“Okay then. Then after we go to this after party, let’s me and you spend time together. Cuddle. Watch movies. Or cuddle and just have a movie playing in the background while we, well, you know.” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

 

“We? After-party?” She looked at him, “The only ones going to this after party are me and Veneer.”

 

“What about me and Mal? You know we always accompany you two.”

 

Velvet sighed. She turned her heel and crossed her arms as she looked at Apollo, “Appa, there’s been talk.” 

 

“Talk? Velvet, all of Rageous know me and you are in a relationship. We didn’t try hiding that when we came up here-”

 

“Not that, Appa. Don’t- Don’t you feel the stares you get? The looks people give you? What they say about you and Mal?” 

 

Apollo shrugged, putting his hands into his pocket, “I do. But I don’t really care. Rageons in the cloud line and in the summit will always look at us Under Rageons like we’re freaks, even if we have peace with them now. Yeah, I look different, but I’m just the same as they are. So is Mal. We ain't gonna change just cause they think we’re freaks. Besides, Mal has Ven, and I have you.” He tried reaching out once more, but she withdrew, a frown crossing his face. “You’ve been distant with me princess. Did I do something wrong?” 

 

Velvet was silent, her eyes never meeting his gaze. Her and Veneer were back up once again. They were doing it the right way, despite what Maleek thought, they weren’t cheating. They deserved this, after everything that had happened, after the crap Mistress and those idiots up at the Summit put them through: they were getting what they deserved. At first, she thought it a good idea to bring her boyfriend with her: Apollo. He made her feel a way she never thought she could feel. She could be vulnerable with him… but things are changing now. The rest of Rageous still didn’t approve of Under Rageons. Apollo was just holding her back. Was she going to let a guy ruin her career? He was supportive of her, her number one fan, but him being an obvious Under Rageon… well, that was ruining her. 

 

So she began to say the words she’d regret, words she thought she would never say to him, “....I want to break up.” 

 

At that moment he could see his heart split. His eyes widening, his breathing quickening, “Wh-what…” 

 

“...This plan I have for my life. It doesn’t include you…” She finally looked at him. 

 

“... B-but….If…If you need me to change…I’ll do it. I’ll change. Tell me what I need to fix….Velvet please…I love you.” 

 

“Dont. Don’t make it hard please…” 

 

“Don’t break up with me… I’ll give you space to think. Velvet please, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened…I can’t lose you.” 

 

“....Leave Apollo. I need to get ready.” She turned around to face her vanity. Through the mirror she could see the tears running down his face. He wiped them. With a silent nod he walked to the door. 

 

“.... I love you, I really do.” He said to her before leaving. 

 

 

 

 

 

The concert was a success, but like Velvet said, Apollo and Maleek were not invited to the after-party. No freaks allowed. Apollo was sitting on a bench just outside the arena where the twins had held their concert. Maleek saw the sadness across his face when he approached.

 

“Appa?” He sat down next to him, “What happened?” 

 

Apollo mustered up the courage to look his friend in the eyes, his lights dimmed as depression took over his being, “....I think- I think Velvet broke up with me.”

 

“What?” Even the young Gorgen was surprised, “...No. No, she loves you. She’s obsessed with you.”

 

“So I thought.” Apollo looked at the ground, “.... I don’t want to move on from her… I’ll try to prove myself to her, that she’s the one for me..” 

 

“...Appa.” Maleek didn’t know what to say. Things have changed. The twins changed. If Rageous didn’t accept them, neither would Velvet and Veneer.

 

“.... Did you talk to Ven?” Apollo turned to Maleek. 

 

“I did. It didn’t go well. He said- he said something to me I thought he’d never say.” 

 

Apollo arched an eyebrow, “What?” 

 

“I’m just an Under Rageon, I don’t count.” Maleek let out a long sigh, “...I thought he- I thought we-” He fell silent. 

 

Apollo reached out a hand to squeeze Maleek by the shoulder, a soft smile coming to his face, “You still got me, pendejo.” 

 

Maleek smiled, “I know.” 

 

Apollo stood up, “Come on. If there’s anyone we can talk to… it’s gonna be Vaughn.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lights of the yacht lit up the town as it sailed down the stream at the center of Mount Rageous. The music and voices of the Rageons inside echoed throughout the city. It was Veneer who stood off alone, sitting on a small balcony that overlooked the shimmering waters. He felt a presence as Velvet came to join him. 

 

“Why do you have a sad, pouty face?” 

 

Veneer didn’t answer at first. His blue eyes just looked down at the waves the yacht made, “...I said something horrible to Maleek.” He turned to his sister, “Velvet, are we- have we changed?” 

 

“No.” Her answer was quick, “If we did, it’s for the better.” 

 

“I don’t know. Maleek and Apollo. They followed us here… They did that for us. Because they cared about us… And, we’re just tossing them aside.” 

 

Velvet was silent, “....I broke up with him.”

 

“What?!” Veneer’s eyes widened, “Velvet you love him!!” 

 

“....I do.”

 

“Then why?!?” 

 

She was quiet, too proud to admit she was wrong, that she needed him, wanted him. 

 

 

 

 

 

Apollo and Maleek had just arrived to Montegue Tower where Vaughn was working… 

 

“Go up to them?! You know Velvet is going to blow a casket!!” Apollo shouted as he and Maleek followed Vaughn down the hallways and to the exit. 

 

“She’s my daughter. I know she will. But, I am not going to let her be clouded by this gift she claims.” He got the keys to a black vehicle where he hopped in the driver's side, Maleek in the passengers and Apollo in the back. 

 

“Veneer is just as clouded as she is. I confronted him, and yet, he’s in denial.” Maleek spoke as he turned to Vaughn.

 

“Perhaps it is my fault… It’s something I kept from them. The so-called family ‘gift’. It was my way of thinking they’ll be protected, especially from those in the Summit. But I was wrong.” Vaughn spoke, his eyes on the road. 

 

“Everything you did was to protect them. Nothing is your fault, comprade.” Apollo smiled. 

 

“What does that mean anyway? If it’s a slur I’ll throw you out of this car myself.” Vaughn narrowed his eyes. 

 

Maleek let out a chuckle, “Get used to it. He has his little nicknames for everyone.” 

 

Vaughn let out the smallest smile that would go unnoticed if you weren’t looking. Maybe they would listen, maybe they wouldn’t, but Vaughn would regret never trying in the first place… 

 

 

…. The road was coming to an intersection… 

 

Coming from the right, was a huge vehicle. A vehicle filled with drunk Under Rageons. The music blasted, the car swerved as they laughed. They ignored the warning signs of the coming intersection; speeding more than 100 mph. 

 

There were no other cars… 

 

None at all. Vaughn made sure before he continued driving up, but that huge vehicle was driving too fast, too reckless… it appeared out of nowhere.

 

CRASH!!! 

 

Metal collided with metal. Cries could be heard. The vehicle was much bigger than the car Vaughn drove. Hardly a dent was left.

 

…But the car Vaugh, Apollo, and Maleek were in..

 

….Totalled. 

 

Vaughn had tried to reach out and block the boys inside from being tossed around. Their voices could be heard as they spun and spun; spinning off the road and into the pits below. Soon after, when the dust settled… there was nothing but silence…. 

 

 

 

 

 

Days later. The twins didn’t receive the call, but a knock to their mansion in Mount Rageous. Veneer answered the door and stared into Morgona’s eyes: Maleeks younger sister. He could see that she had been crying, her eyes read, her breathing elevated. 

 

“Morgona?” Veneer gasped, Velvet joining his side. 

 

“Ugh! Why are you-” Velvet began to say.

 

SMACK!! 

 

The Gorgen girl slapped both twins across the face. A nearby security came and withheld her, “IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! IF HE DIDN’T COME UP HERE WITH YOU, HE'D BE ALIVE!!! HE'D BE ALIVE WITH ME!!!! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!” She began crying out in her native tongue, “Mujhe chhod do! Yah sab tumhaaree galatee hai! Ve sabhee jeevit hote! Main tumase napharat karata hoon! Main tumase napharat karata hoon!” The guards dragged her away…

 

 

… It wasn’t until later in the day, the twins finally found out what she was talking about…

 

It was all over the news in the under city… 

 

Fatal crash. Kills three: Vaughn Montegue, Apollo Rios, Maleek Kumar. Confirmed Dead. Culprates detained for further questioning…

 

…That was all they were able to read…

 

Veneer was the first to break down. He shriveled up into a corner, holding his knees close to his chest, “...It’s not true. It’s not true..” He repeated over and over. He held the purple beanie close to his heart, “It’s not true…It’s not true….” On his wrist the beaded bracelet Maleek had once given him. The hurtful words he told Maleek are still in his mind; the regret of not hugging his father once last time, “...It’s not true… It’s not true….” He squeezed his purple beanie tighter, “...Dad, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…Maleek…” He broke down.

 

Velvet sat on the couch opposite of where Veneer was. She was frozen. No tears. No words. This was a dream, it had to be. This was a sick prank someone was pulling. Soon her father would walk through that door followed by Apollo, with that stupid grin on his face. She clung to the necklace that lay around her neck…. The necklace her beloved Apollo once gave her. 

 

“...I love you.” He told her. 

 

She closed her eyes, remembered the look her father gave her before they left again, hoping she’d say something to him, but she never did.

 

One by one, the tears began to fall from her face. She looked to Veneer who continued to desperately cling to his knees. Velvet finally stood up and knelt down beside him.

 

“....They're gone, Vels.” He whimpered, “...They’re all gone.” 

 

…. Finally, she broke down.

 

…. He was right. It was just them two now as they desperately clung to each other. 

 

….Was this life all worth it? At first it felt like they gained everything that they deserved. Yet, it took this accident to realize that they had already had it… and now, it was all gone. 

 

Chapter 25: The Fall

Summary:

The twins are set to put their final performance that will guarantee them a life on top... but guilt begins eating away at Veneer. During their performance he finally takes a stand to make things... perhaps, his last stand ever.

Mistress || Vaughn 

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Velvet set her hair high and proud, her eyes shimmering against the mirror as a smirk crossed her lips. 

 

Behind her Veneer looked at himself head to toe, “I look so good.” In his shoulder pads, sat two little Trolls.

 

“Kid, kid come on!! You know this isn’t right!!” John Dory cried out, a tiny fist banging on the diamond prison. 

 

“Like we said, we’re putting your talent to good use.” Veneer smirked, crossing his arms, “Not our fault you guys decided to go your separate ways and never make music again.” 

 

“It’s not about that! This is wrong, kid.” Bruce spoke up, “You know it’s wrong.”

 

That’s when Veneer faltered for a quick second, his eyes blinking, the smile withering away from his face. “…. No it’s not…. We- we deserve this… be our own people… that’s why…. That’s why we left…” It’s as if the reality of everything began coming back.

 

“Veneer?” Bruce called out. 

 

He blinked, “…. That’s why….. we left…. That’s why we left dad…. We- we….” He looked in the mirror, “This is wrong… this is wrong. I never wanted to do this in the first place. I just wanted to protect my sister, I just want to go back to dad.” 

 

John Dory quickly glanced at Velvet. She was oblivious to everything, preoccupied with herself in the mirror, “Where’s your dad?” 

 

“…. Not here. But I can’t go, we can’t leave. We’re contracted…” 

 

“By who? We can help you! Let us-“ 

 

Knock! Knock! 

 

In entered a purple Rageon woman: Mistress. Her green eyes staring at her two prized possessions up and down, “Fabulous. You two really look like superstars.” She smirked. It had to be an illusion but the Trolls swore they could see her hair moving…

 

Bruce and John turned to look up at Veneer, “Is that what you mean by contracted?” Bruce whispered. Veneer answered with a slight nod. 

 

Mistress turned her heel and walked to the door, “Come my little superstars…. Your fans await.” 

 

 

 

 

The fans cheered and cried as they walked the red carpet. The twins waved and smiled, signing autographs and taking pictures. It felt like a lifetime but they finally made it to the end that led to the entrance of the Rage Dome. 

 

“Thank you! Thank you! We love you! This performance is dedicated to all of you!” Velvet cried out, a smile flashing her face.

 

“Vels. Vels, please don’t do this.” Floyd whispered from one of her diamonds.

 

“Quiet Troll.” She hissed, never faltering in her smile. Veneer smiled, slowly fading as he looked at his sister. Is this what he had really wanted? She was changing… so was he. He didn’t even recognize who he was anymore, let alone, who his sister was. 

 

“Vels.” He whispered trying to get her attention, but she still waved and smiled at the crowd, the adoring fans who worshipped the ground they walked on.

 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank-“ Velvet faltered, her eyes widening as she noticed a familiar figure in the crowd. Amongst the bright colored young teens everywhere he wasn’t easy to miss: pale skin like them, ice blue eyes, his peacock green hair standing above the rest, “….Dad…” the words were barely audible. He stared right at her… he found them. 

 

Veneer noticed her hesitation. Following her gaze his eyes fell upon the figure too, “Dad?” His heart raced, his excitement rising, “Dad….Dad!” Velvet quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him inside the facility. 

 

“Don’t, Ven!” 

 

“He found us!! We’re okay!!! Let’s go, sis. Let’s drop everything and go!! Let’s go home.”

 

“This is our home!!! He stopped being our dad when mom died!!”

 

“No he didn’t! He did everything to protect us! He lost himself, Vels. Let’s help him find himself again!” 

 

Floyd stared between both of them… he remembered their dad well. Cold, don of the under-city, but there was no question he loved his children. “Vels, listen to him.”

 

“No!!! We’re here! This is our moment to shine!!! Are you with me or not!!!” The glow was apparent in her eyes… a fear crossing Veneers.

 

“…. Yes…. Yes I’m with you….” 

 

Their exchange of words was interrupted as Mistress entered. Had she seen their father out there? Did she have any idea? “Come on. Your fans await. Follow me.” She walked opposite of where they were to perform. 

 

“We’re not performing here?” 

 

“Thing is with fans: they love surprises.” She smirked.

 

 

 

 

The yacht. 

 

It had been set up for the performance. The adoring fans went wild once the twins set foot inside, lights blaring all around. Hundreds flooded the streets, those in cars stopped to catch a few. Star cameras flutter around them.

 

“What’s up Mount Rageous! Didn’t think we’d give you a boring old stage show did you!!!” Velvet cried out into the mic as the yacht began sailing down the jeweled pink river of Mount Rageous. The entire city stopped, frozen in time to watch these two perform. Velvet had them eating out of the palm of her hand like she wanted… Veneer, well, he just glanced around the crowds, hoping to catch a glimpse of his father once again. 

 

“Do it Ven.” Velvet hissed, pressing the button on her vest to activate the essence consumption. 

 

“…. I’m sorry.” Veneer mimicked her move as he drained Bruce and John.

 

The lights brightened, the music blasted, and like nothing the twins began to sing. The more the fans cheered, it seemed like the more power they got… especially Velvet. She could feel their energy, she was practically feeding off of it. Something was different about her, this Veneer could see. He looked at the small Trolls in his diamonds, he looked at Floyd and Clay; they looked at him in desperation. 

 

As they continued to perform Veneer saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his. He turned to look to see a dull bluish grey Troll and a bright pink one: Branch and Poppy. 

 

Branch waited as they neared him before jumping on Velvets shoulder pad and attempted to pull out Floyd. Taking notice Velvet casually swatted the small Troll away. He tumbled to the ground.

 

“Branch!!” Poppy cried as she ran to his side.

 

“Give them back!” Branch cried above the music. 

 

Veneer stared at him until Velvet casually pulled him along, making it seem like it was part of the choreography, “Focus.” She hissed. She guided them to a round platform that shot straight up with them on it. Branch and Poppy stared helplessly as his brothers were taken further away from him. He knew she wasn’t going to stop, he knew it was only a matter of time before she drained his brothers till their death…

 

Oblivious to everything, the crowd cheered and roared. 

 

“Ready for an encore!!!” Velvet smiled as she glowed with pure aura. 

 

“Encore? Sis, please. This is enough. Let’s just quit while we’re on top!” Veneer begged.

 

“No Ven. Can’t you feel it. This is where we’re meant to be!!! The Princess and Prince of Rageous!!! Let dad rule the under city on his own, let’s take the top!!!” She hissed her eyes glowing as she around to her adoring fans, “Can’t you feel it Ven! Feel their energy!!!” She closed her eyes to face the sea of fans around them.

 

This was enough.

 

He lost his mother, practically lost his father, he couldn’t lose his sister…

 

“Cameras off.” He muttered as the floating stars powered down.

 

Velvet reached her hand to press the button once more to absorb the Trolls… but nothing.

 

“What the…” She pressed again and again. Nothing. “What the hell!!!” She turned to notice her two diamonds from her shoulder piece removed. Velvet turned to find her brother with all four diamonds embraced in his arms. 

 

“No. No more. I’m not doing this anymore.” 

 

“Give them back.” She scowled.

 

“No. I want my sister back!! You’re a monster now Vels! Look at yourself.”

 

“Ven. Give. Them. Back.” 

 

“…. Let’s go home. Let’s start over. Let’s-“ 

 

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence. Velvet launched at him, her hands aiming for his throat. He managed to avoid her, fight her off, but she persisted. 

 

“How do you lower this thing?” He looked around for a safe hatch, anything. Around them the crowd couldn’t make out what was happening, they just saw movement up on the platform. 

 

Velvet eventually wrapped her hands on the diamonds, tugging them away from her brother, but Veneer held on with a firm grip. 

 

“Let go!!!” She cried.

 

“Vels, stop!!” 

 

She tugged and tugged. Veneer backed up on the edge trying to pry her hands away.

 

“LET GO!!!” Velvet gave one final tug, slipping, causing them to both lose balance. Velvet fell against the platform she stood… but Veneer was too close to the ledge. He tumbled off, plummeting to the yacht feet below. 

 

THUD!

 

His body landed flat on the yacht floor, the diamonds he held in his arms flying everywhere with the Trolls tossing and turning inside. 

 

“Veneer!!” Floyd cried out as he rolled the diamond towards the boy. 

 

He lay there, eyes halfway open… blood pouring from a wound that formed on his head. He wasn’t moving, he wasn’t breathing.

 

“Ven?” Floyd gasped, his small hands covering his mouth. 

 

The crowd around them shot in horror when they saw Veneer plummet to the ground. Everyone ran away frantically. Velvet peeked over the edge as her senses came back, she saw her brother lying motionless on the ground below.

 

“Ven.” She lowered the platform and ran to her twin, “Ven?” Grasping him by the shoulders she gave him a gentle shake. Her lip quivered as she saw the blood, “oh no… no, no, no… Ven!?” She reached to grasp his body in her arms as she embraced him, hoping some of her warmth would release on him, “Ven, please!!!” 

 

Before she could say anymore, the lights around them shut off, the city going on a temporary blackout. The Trolls banged on their diamond prisons as Branch and Poppy ran to them blindly against the darkness. 

 

“Guys! Guys where are you????” Branch cried out. All they heard were footsteps. Poppy grabbed Branch and led him away… it was pitch black. All they could hear were the panicked cries of the people around them. 

 

Through that darkness, Velvet felt a hand wrap around both her arms. She felt herself lifted away, “No! No stop!!! That’s my brother!!! I can’t leave my brother!!! Veneer!!! Ven!!!!” Her horrific voice echoed through the darkness. She was thrown in the back of a vehicle. 

 

“No Ven!!!! I need to get Ven!!” She banged against the window. Next to her she saw the four Trolls still inside their diamonds, her mascara stained face turned to look up: staring into Mistress eyes.

 

“Quiet! He made his choice! You will stay underground until we can come up with a story for this mess!” Mistress hissed as the vehicle sped away.

 

“I can’t leave him! Please!!” 

 

Smack!

 

Mistress struck Velvet clear across the cheek, “Wake up and grow up! This is the business you wanted! Loss is just a part of it!!!” 

 

 

 

Within moments the lights came back on in the city. Branch and Poppy looked to find Velvet and the four diamonds gone… but there on the floor… lay Veneer. Branch slowly made his way to the Rageon, placing a hand on his cold arm.

 

“…. He tried saving my brothers….” Branch whispered. The sound of footsteps approached. Startled, the two Trolls carefully backed away to stare up at a Rageon who had made his way into the yacht. 

 

He was older. That much they could see. His skin pale like the twins, his hair a much darker green. He knelt down next to Veneer's body, picking him gently and cradling him on his lap. Branch instinctively knew this motion, this care and love as he slowly neared the older Rageon: father and son.

 

The Rageon just swept a thumb across Veneers cheek, “… Ven.” He spoke in a deep, slightly accented voice, “…. Ven, I’m here. I found you. Wake up.” 

 

“…Branch, whose that?” Poppy whispered.

 

Branch took a moment, watching the gentle exchange, “…. His dad… The twins' dad…” 

 

“Veneer. Wake up… please son.”  Again he caressed the young boy's cold face. He knew he wouldn’t be waking up, but that burning hope inside him yearned so much. Closing his eyes, he cupped the back of Veneer's neck and brought his forehead forward to meet his. ”I’m sorry…. I’m so, so sorry…” He closed his eyes, hoping this was just a nightmare. 

 

Branch continued to near the Rageon, standing only a few inches away, “…. I’ve heard of you…. Your name is Vaughn isn’t it?” 

 

The older Rageon still had his eyes closed leaning against His son. He inhaled deeply. When he opened his eyes, a red glow formed, “I will find her. Ill find that witch and get my daughter back….” 

 

“She took my brothers. Let me help you.” 

 

“Why would I need the help of a worthless rat?” Vaughn scowled at Branch, “Why shouldn’t I just kill you now?” 

 

“Because I can track my brothers. I can follow their scent. Whenever they are, Velvet is… you need me… then… you can avenge your son.” 

Chapter 26: Family Ordeal (Part 1)

Summary:

Velvet and Veneer were promised two years in prison... but plans have changed, those high in authority planning a new form of punishment for them. Thinking all is lost, the Trolls come to try and set them free... a new familiar face intervenes. The twins older brother... who's a Bergen??

Vince Volkov Montegue 

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“What!? But our sentence only said two years!! We’ve been on good behavior!!! Even for me!!” Velvet slammed her fists against the table. Veneer only flinched, looking up and down at his sister. He fiddled with the bracelet on his hand: Maleek. 

 

He was so blinded, so oblivious. He wanted to go back down and talk to him, finally talk to Maleek, clear everything out. He just wanted to go home. 

 

“We were discussing: the crimes you did require additional time for us to think everything over.”

 

“Think what over?” It was Veneer who now spoke up.

 

“Why your punishment of course.” The older Rageon spoke to them, a smile on his face. 

 

“You never said anything-”

 

“No we didn’t. It was something we just decided to come up with while you two were in prison.”

 

Velvet scowled, “That's not fair!!! We need our lawyer!!!” 

 

“Unfortunately, you will be denied a lawyer this time around.” The male Rageon collected the papers around him, a never ending smirk on his face, “We’ll collect you when we’re ready for your sentencing.” 

 

“We demand a lawyer!!!” 

 

Without another word, he walked out, leaving Velvet and Veneer alone in the small room with only their thoughts. Veneer kept fiddling with the bracelet around his wrist, “....We’re not going home… are we…” 

 

“And whose fault is that!!” Velvet turned to him, a livid look in her eyes, “Who decided to rat us out to the whole world!!!” 

 

“It was the right thing!” 

 

“Well doing the right thing got us here! We can’t get out now!! We can’t go home!!” 

 

“Why do you care? You never wanted to go home anyways…” 

 

“Well I don't want to be here!! And we’re stuck here!! Thanks to you!!” She flipped the table over, Veneer flinching at the sudden motion.

 

Veneer scooted his chair back away from Velvet, “...He’ll come for us…I know he will. He's been-” 

 

“How the hell would you know Veneer!! He changed the moment mom died!! We were suffocating!! We needed out! And I gave us out!! But you just wanted to go crawling back!!”

 

Guard came in just as she began to lose control. Grabbing her hands they began to cuff her, “Let me go!!! I want a lawyer!!!” Velvet kicked and thrashed, “Let me go a-hole!!” 

 

The other came around to Veneer cuffing him too, “Vels, please just stop… Just stop, we’ll figure this out… We’ll-” 

 

“SHUT UP! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!” 

 

 

 

 

That night Veneer lay on his bed facing the ceiling. When Velvet would have her episodes, she’d spend the night in isolation. That hadn’t happened in awhile. All the while he lay awake, he couldn't help thinking this was all weird- all of this. They were sentenced to serve five years but granted two under good behavior and community service. And now they go ahead and change it? Something wasn’t right… Veneer could feel it. 

 

“...I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have come up here with Velvet… I should’ve just stayed home. I should’ve just stayed with you dad… like a good son.” He whispered fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist once again, “...I hope you’ll be willing to talk to me Mal… I’m so sorry…” 

 

CLINK…CLINK….CLINK…

 

The soft sound of metal echoed throughout his quarters. Veneer quickly sat up looking around.

 

CLINK…CLINK…CLINK…

 

Again it echoed. He swore he could hear the distinct sound of a small voice that followed. “Hello?” He called  getting out of bed.

 

CLINK…CLINK…CLINK…

 

The air vent. The sound was coming from the air vent. Veneer slowly approached, crouching down. He titled his head as the clinking sound came again, almost as if someone was trying to open it from the other side…

 

CLINK!! 

 

The vent door flew open as a small little creature popped out with the most giddiest grin on her face…

 

“HI!!” A pink Troll chimed as she came running out. 

 

Veneer yelped as he staggered back on all fours, letting out the most shrill scream one had ever heard. 

 

“Veneer! Veneer relax! It’s me, it’s Floyd!” The purple Troll came out smiling up trying to calm the Rageon down. 

 

“Floyd? FLOYD!!” Veneer scooped the small Troll into his hands as he spun around, hugging him close to his chest. “I'm sorry!! I’m so sorry for what we did!!!” 

 

“It's okay Ven, it’s okay… Ven, I’m getting kinda dizzy…” Floyd forced a small smile as the color in his face flushed away. 

 

“Oh! S-sorry.” Veneer gently placed him back down. He recognized the other two Trolls with him, “You’re little Brozone right? And you're a princess?” 

 

“Branch. My name is Branch.” The small Troll scoffed, “And that’s Queen Poppy to you. I was highly against this, but I’m only doing it for Floyd. Now we gotta go.” Branch scurried his way to the door, “John will cut the power but it’ll only last a few. Enough time to get your sister and-” 

 

“Cut the power? What are you guys talking about?” Veneer stood up to follow the tiny Troll. 

 

“Let’s just say we heard rumors. Rumors that convinced us that we need to break you guys out of here. We’ll tell you everything once you’re out.” Floyd smiled up at Veneer… that's when the lights went dark; the entire power of the facility had gone off. Branch swung himself up near the locks to pick it. With a click, the door opened.

 

“Let's go!” Branch hissed as he scurried on out, “I know where your sister is, come on.” 

 

Poppy and Floyd ran up Veneer’s shoulder, “Wait!” He quickly went over to his drawer, taking out a purple beanie and putting it on his head. “Okay, let’s go!” 

 

Voices were heard on the floors below, but nothing on the floor they were on just yet. Peeking around corners, hiding behind doors, they skillfully made their way to the isolation ward where Velvet was being kept. Again Branch picked the lock, causing the doors to open with one click.

 

“Weird… you’d think there would be guards around here…” Branch muttered. Something wasn’t right. They had to get Velvet and get out… fast. 

 

Veneer closed the door behind them as they entered the ward. They walked down the hall and peered through the glass windows until they came upon a familiar set of green hair. Velvet sat on her bed, knees up on her chest as she stared off to the ground. Veneer was able to pry the doors open as the power remained off. With a jolt, Velvet looked up and stared at her brother, “What the heck? How- Trolls?!” 

 

“They’re here to get us out. Come on!” Veneer gestured.  

 

“Trolls? Trolls are gonna help us escape? NO! They’re the last things I wanna go with!! I’ll take my chances.” She crossed her arms as she sat in place. 

 

“Velvet, we have no time!! Something is up. They know it! They wanna help us!” 

 

“No!” 

 

Veneer groaned, “Velvet stop being difficult!! We only have a matter of time before the power comes back on!! Then we’ll really be in trouble!!!” 

 

The small Trolls stood by the window on the lookout, “Hurry, please!” Poppy exclaimed. 

 

“Then you go. I’ll find my own way out.” 

 

“Velvet for once listen to me please-” Veneer attempted to pull her by the arm. She didn’t move, she didn’t budge, Velvet remained in place where she sat.

 

“I see the stubbornness never left you, bean.” A voice echoed in the room. The twins, having recognized the voice, paused and turned to look. How long had he been there? When did he get in? He was always known for being sneaky despite his large size. There in the corner, filing his nail with a bloody knife was a dark grey skinned Under Bergen. Horns coming out of his black hair, his tusks sticking out as a smile curled to his lips. The Trolls got defensive. They knew Bergens were friends, but this guy, they never saw a Bergen like him, “Sup’ little beans.” He smirked. 

 

Velvet stood frozen in place with her mouth gaped open. It was Veneer who shook for joy as he ran to the Bergen, embracing his entire frame around him as tears came to his eyes, “Vin!!! Vinny!! I can’t believe it!!! You’re here!!! You’re here!!!” He hugged the Bergen tightly. 

 

He chuckled, returning the embrace, “I never left little bro. Me and dad were keeping an eye on you from afar.” 

 

“Dad?” Velvet finally spoke up.

 

“He hasn’t stopped looking for you the moment you two left.” He scowled, “Which was stupid.” He smacked Veneer upside the head causing the young Rageon to wince, “The hell were you two thinking!!” 

 

“Oh please Vin, we’re old enough to make our own decisions!” 

 

“Ha!! Really? And look where that landed you.” 

 

Veneer rubbed his head, “It was stupid I know! We just want to go home…” 

 

“He wants to go home. I don’t.” Velvet scowled. 

 

Vince turned to look at Veneer, a smile creeping his lips, “Dads beanie huh. Looks good on you-”

 

“Excuse me, bro??” Branch blurted out. Upon the sight of the Trolls the Bergens demeanor changed as his lips formed a scowl, “You two have a Bergen brother??!!... That would explain a lot…” 

 

“What is that supposed to mean…Troll…” Vince took a step towards Branch. Veneer slowly blocking his way.

 

“Bergens used to eat Trolls, and these two come around stealing Troll talent.” Branch squared up. 

 

Floyd jumped in front of his brother,  “Branch please… just listen-”

 

“I recognize you.” The Bergen pointed, “You’re the Troll that took away my brother and sister… convinced them to come up here. Oh, does dad have a bone to pick with you, vermin.”

 

“No, no, no! It’s not like that!” Floyd exclaimed. 

 

“Uggh!! Enough!! Get out Vince!! Take Veneer!! I am not going back to dad!!!” Velvet demanded. 

 

“Well, princess, unfortunately for you, you’re not making these decisions anymore.” With the snap of his fingers the Trolls were scooped up and imprisoned in diamond containers.

 

“Hey!!! What gives!! We’re helping!!!” Branch called out. 

 

“Indeed you did vermin, thank you. Your job is done. I’ll take it from here.” He snapped again; a Bergen came behind Velvet, placing a bag over her head as he carried her out squirming. 

 

“Don’t hurt them!” Veneer cried out as he saw his brothers men carry them away, “They’re my friends!” 

 

“I’m not making the rules here little bro. Dad wants you two back under any means necessary. You talk to him about those Trolls.” The Bergen stood by the door just as the lights came on, an alarm started ringing with red lights flashing, “I came to get you two, and that’s what I did. Come on, do you want to get home or not?” He extended his hand to Veneer. 

 

The Rageon nodded his head, taking his brother's hand… a familiar feeling of nostalgia waving over him. Finally… Finally he could go home. Now he just needed to see how he could free the Trolls….

Chapter 27: Babysitting Gig

Summary:

Brozone finds themselves in the gig of a life time: babysitting!

And they’re not just babysitting anyone, but a certain green haired Rageons new baby.

“Alright, alright! We got the swing, we got the music, we got the food. Brozone listen up!” John Dory stood on top of a desk looking down at all his brothers, “We got the biggest gig of our lives! Bruce maybe not you, but the rest of us! Tonight my brothers….. we are babysitters!” 

 

“Oh yeah, wonderful speech John… after you volunteered the rest of us!!” Branch cried out.

 

“Dude! Babysitting a baby Rageon isn’t going to be a joke!! Bruce, you had children who were bigger than you are… surprisingly… so you’d be the perfect help!!” John smiled widely. 

 

“Brandy let me borrow some old toys, so this kid is going to have the time of his life!” Bruce held a thumbs up.

 

Clay raised his hand, “Okay that’s all fun and games… but uh… what about when it comes to changing the diaper? We’re probably as big as that kids-“

 

“Okay! Don’t need that image. We’ll figure it out. Besides we’re here in Gristles castle. If anything I’m sure someone would lend a hand.” Floyd jumped up next to John, “Besides, this is Velvets first baby and she let us baby sit… Us!” 

 

“I guess that is a step to character growth.” Clay smiled at his brothers, “Let’s do it!”

 

“Alright. But I’m leaving the diaper changing to all of you.” Branch huffed as he crossed his arms. 

 

The grand doorbell of the castle sounded as their guests arrived. The brothers spruced themselves up and ran to the door. A servant Bergen opened the door to reveal two very familiar Rageons standing behind it. Apollo smiled with a diaper bag hoisted over his shoulder. Velvet on the other hand looked a little less enthusiastic as she held her baby against her arms.

 

“Vels! Appa! And little Ezra!!” John cooed as the baby let out a series of small giggles. 

 

“Brozone up for baby duty.” Apollo chuckled as he entered the Bergen castle, “We got everything ya need. Except I’m curious how you all gonna handle the diaper changing?” 

 

“See. Told you. My dad could watch he-“ 

 

Apollo stopped Velvet before she could say anymore, “Babe, we agreed that there would be turns on who watches the baby. Your dad is cool with it. He took care of Ezra the past couple of times. Now it’s his tiny Uncles turn.” 

 

“That’s right! Let’s hand him on over to uncle John here!”

 

“I have like seven kids… no eight… wait nine?” Bruce counted, “Either way I’m like a dad professional to giant babies.” 

 

“Giant babies?” Velvet arched her brow.

 

“His wife is a Vacationer…. Don’t ask.” Was all Branch said. 

 

“You go Bruce.” Apollo applauded.

 

Velvet rolled her eyes, “Why did I marry you again?” 

 

“Cause you love me.” 

 

“Oh shut up.” She held her baby close and tight, “I have a list of all the does and don’ts. You better follow that list. You better make sure he takes his nap. He has some allergies that’s all there too. I brought him his toys. Oh! He CANNOT go to sleep without his favorite blanket. He-“ 

 

“Whoa! Whoa! Vels, we got it. Well all go over the list. Bridgette and Gristle are not far off. We need back up, we’ll call them too.” John smiled.

 

“My dad will be at the inn by evening. If we’re not back by then and you need help, call him.” 

 

“Vels, trust us. Your dad can take this as a little vacation.” Floyd added. 

 

Velvet continued to spew out instruction after instruction, delaying the fact that she had to leave. 

 

“Princess.” Apollo gently smiled, "They got it. Come on. Let’s go.” He took their baby from her arms as he gave him raspberry kisses on the cheek. Ezra cooed and giggled grabbing his fathers cheeks. “Behave, Chiquito! Mom and dad will be back later to pick you up!” He swung his baby in the air, Ezra laughing his little lungs out. “Say bye to momma now.” 

 

Velvet grabbed her baby and kissed his cheeks. Eventually she set him down on the roller carrier they brought, “…. Remember, follow the instructions.” 

 

“We got it! You two have fun on your date! Lay off the baby making for a bit, yeah?” John innocently called out. Both Velvet and Apollo flushed as they waved goodbye. Velvet basically being pulled along as she kept glancing back at Ezra. Soon the doors of the castle closed, leaving the Trolls alone with the baby Rageon. 

 

“Okay, this is it! Let’s see what we have first on the list!” Clay happily dug into the Rageon sized baby bag to pull out Velvets giant list of does and don’t, “Whoa. Talk about over protective momma.” 

 

“It’s her first baby. Besides, she takes after her dad.” Floyd chuckled. 

 

Branch took this opportunity to tease his brother, “Wouldn’t Floyd like to raise a baby with Vaughn.” 

 

“Branch!!!” Floyd warned. His sudden raise in tone startled my the baby; little whines and whimpers escaping his lips. “Oh crap! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re uncle Branch is just being difficult.” 

 

“Not as difficult as your little crush on a certain tall, dark haired Rageon.” 

 

“That’s it.” Floyd hopped off the baby carrier and marched towards Branch.

 

John and Bruce grabbed one each, “Whoa whoa! Okay come on! We’re on baby duty. Velvet trusted us. And if we wanna be a part of this baby’s life we gotta settle our differences now.” John lectures. 

 

Baby Ezra began to whimper again as he kicked his feet and rubbed his eyes. At first they were just tiny grunts, soon he erupted in a full on crying fit. The small trolls covered their ears. 

 

“Great! We got him mad.” Branch called out.

 

“No, no. Based on Velvet's list, it’s feeding time! The little guy is just hungry.” Clay exclaimed.

 

“Okay then. Somebody go fetch some milk.” 

 

“No need. It’s all packed here in these… why the containers shaped like this?” With Bruce’s help Clay brought out a circular shaped bottle, “…Rageons are weird.” It went all over their heads that it was a pump bottle.

 

Floyd and Branch hopped back onto the carrier as their three other brothers brought in the bottle. The baby reached out his tiny hands already knowing what it was.

 

“Ba-ba-ba-ba.”  He mumbled.

 

“Look at that, you already know a word.” Floyd smiled as the baby happily took the bottle into his mouth. 

 

John Dory smiled, “See, this ain’t so bad. As long as we keep the kid satisfied and happy, this will be a piece of cake!!” 

 

 

 

 

Everything was running smoothly. Naptime, playtime, it all went perfect. They even let baby Ezra crawl around to stretch out his little legs. It was all perfect… until John Dory decided to let the baby have a hand on some cake. 

 

Soon afterwards, the baby cried and cried and cried. 

 

“What in the world happened!? He was doing so good!” Branch exclaimed as he showed different toys to the baby. He hoped his would get him a reaction or something, but the baby only kept crying and crying. 

 

“He just ate. Oh! Maybe he’s tired! Let’s get him to lie down.” Bruce suggested. The brothers managed to get the baby on his back. Singing a little tune they hoped would help the baby fall asleep, but even then they could see he was fussy, like something was wrong. 

 

“Diaper check.” Clay suggested…. But no one moved. 

 

“You suggested it brother, you do the honors.” John Dory motioned.

 

With a long, exaggerated groan, Clay neared the fussy baby to take a whiff at his diaper…

 

“… huh, nothing. We’re all clear there.” 

 

The baby continues to cry and kick. He wouldn’t stop, he was obviously trying to tell them something was wrong. Floyd neared Ezra to look at him. All the baby did was cry and hit on his stomach. 

 

“Something’s wrong. Let’s try food again.” Floyd suggested. When they did the baby only rejected the bottle, “Bruce any idea? He doesn’t want to nap, clean diapers, and he’s rejecting food.” 

 

His older brother neared Ezra having a good look at him, trying to think back when his children got fussy like this. He did notice something different, like the babies stomach suddenly inflated like a balloon, “I think he’s having tummy issues.” He laid a hand on the baby's stomach only causing him to cry more, “Yep. Definitely tummy issues.” 

 

“Tummy issues? But we fed him at the exact times and only what they left us to feed him. How could he be having tummy issues.” Branch exclaimed looking at the list again. 

 

John Dory fiddled with his glove, rocking from side to side, “Um, was there uh, anything about cake on that list?” 

 

All at once, his four brothers turned to look at him with a gastly expression, “Excuse me? Cake?” Branch was the first to speak out. 

 

“Well, you know, while the baby was crawling around, he followed me and I kinda got myself a bite of cake from Gristles birthday party. He looked so cute just watching me… I let him have some of the frosting.” 

 

“JOHN!!!” All four brothers cried in unison. 

 

He went over to the list skimming through, “See nothing about cake.” 

 

“It’s cake!! He’s a baby!!!” 

 

“But it doesn’t say cake..” 

 

“It says “no” on solid foods for today!!”

 

“But it’s frosting…”

 

“It’s considered a solid food!!!” 

 

Floyd looked at Ezra who still fussed and kicked, tears stringing his cheeks, “No wonder he’s fussy! Either he has gas and can’t pass, or he can’t go!! How do we fix this!?”

 

“Oh! Let’s put pressure on his tummy. Maybe that’ll help.” The five brothers titled Ezras bum upward, trying to put some pressure on his tummy, which only made him cry more. 

 

“Let’s try sitting him up and burping him.” 

 

Again working together, the brothers sat the baby up taking turns attempting to burp him… but nothing.

 

“Were to small, we can’t do it right.” Branch spoke out, “It’s a little past six, we need to call the calvary.” 

 

“What?! And have Velvet think we can’t do this? No, no we’ll find a solution.” John Dory paced up and down.

 

“John, he’s not comfortable. We know what he needs but we can’t do it. We need help. The poor baby needs help. It was you who told Bridgette and Gristle that we didn’t need help and sent them off, it was you who let a baby have frosting… so call the Calvary.” Branch added. 

 

John let out groan, “Fiiiiiiinnnneee.” He walked over to the next room leaving his brothers with the crying baby; they all desperately tried to soothe him.

 

Within minutes the front door of the castle was heard. Branch and John were the ones to run and answer it. At the enterance stood Velvet's father.

 

“I was surprised you called for me.” Vaughns tone came out flat and cold as per usual. 

 

“We uh, have a litttle baby situation.” Branch admitted. Vaughns demeanor changed into one of worry as he entered. The small trolls quickly guided him to where little Ezra lay kicking and fussing. They quickly explained to him what happened, causing Vaughn to give John Dory a sinister stare. 

 

They all stood back and watched as Vaughn picked up the baby. With a soothing voice he patted him gently on the back. Upon seeing it wasn’t working, Vaughn lay Ezra back down and began stretching his legs, having him do little bends… eventually they heard something… a release. Then again, and again, soon Ezra had stopped crying, his smile returning as he stared at the Trolls then up to Vaughn.

 

“How?” Floyd looked up.

 

“Something you learn from experience.” The older Rageon responded, giving Ezra a gentle smile.

 

“Looks like it’s definitely diaper duty now.” Clay exclaimed. Vaughn was about to intervene when the Trolls stopped him, “No no, let us do it. We got to- we got to get the experience.” 

 

A smirk crept into Vaughn's lips, “Good luck.” 

 

“Thanks uh… thanks for coming.” John muttered in a whisper.

 

“He’s my grandson, why wouldn’t I come?” 

 

“I know you ain’t too fond of us Trolls.” 

 

Vaughn crossed his arms, turning his head away, “You creatures are just hard to swallow… a little too giddy for my taste. But… my children obviously see you as family, so why can’t I?” 

 

John smiled, giving him a small nod.

 

“Would you say your taste is pink haired bluish Pop Trolls?” Branch chimed in with a smirk.

 

A confused expression crossed Vaughn's face, “What?” 

 

“Okay!!! Let’s do diaper time!!!” Floyd blushed as he quickly began pushing his brothers away towards the baby. All four of his brothers snickered and laughed.

 

After a few minutes, the Trolls returned. They all had a horrid look in their eyes, except for Bruce of course, “Piece of cake.” 

 

“…. Now I know, don’t give babies frosting.” John muttered as a shiver went down his spine. 

 

“Why did you give the baby solid food-“ 

 

“It's frosting!!!” 

Chapter 28: Just A Sister Thing

Summary:

Veneer and Maleek decide to spend some time together... Veneer swears it's not a date. Velvet and Morgona don't know how to feel about their brothers growing fondness of each other. So, they decide to see for themselves, but spying on them of course.

Inspired by mintycourage on Tumblr :)

Veneer and Maleek 

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“Soooo, what you think?” Veneer came into Velvet's room. He gave her a twirl: black skinny jeans, high top sneakers, cropped red flannel with a white shirt underneath. He styled his hair back up in that famous swoop, a purple beanie planted on top like always. If it was Velvet that was styling him, she’d add more glitter and crop tops. Then again those days were over. Veneer was his own man now, finally able to be himself outside of his sister's shadow. 

 

“Whatever.” She muttered going back into her magazine cutting out the latest fashion and things she wanted. 

 

“Oh come on Vels!! I still need your opinion!” 

 

“I thought this wasn’t a date?” 

 

“...I-It’s not. Just two friends hanging out.” A blush coming into his face. 

 

“I am soooooo sure.” 

 

“Vels, please tell me how I look!” He pressed his hands together. 

 

“Uggggghh. FINE! You look fine! Not something  I would dress you in, but whatever.” She turned her head away and back to her magazine. 

 

Veneer let out a grunt, “Well, you’re no help.” He stomped out her door and headed down the hall into the garage where Vince hovered over a motorcycle. The Bergen looked up meeting Veneer’s eyes, a small smile coming to his face. 

 

“What up, bean.” 

 

“Vince, Vels is nooooooo help. Mal will be here any minute. How do I look?” He did another little twirl in front of his older brother. 

 

The Bergen only chuckled, “You look fine Ven. Try not to think too much of it! You and Maleek know each other well already. Just think of it as another hang out.” 

 

“I'm not nervous! We are just hanging out.”

 

“Uh huh…except, maybe, this time it’s an actual date.”

 

“....It’s not a date…” 

 

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself to ease your nerves.” He smiled, focusing back on his motorcycle. 

 

Whatever this was, it was definitely different than the other times he and Maleek hung out. This time butterflies flipped through his stomach, there was no denying it. How did Velvet and Vince do this? Velvet always seemed so calm and put together when she was around Apollo. Maybe inside she was freaking out just like he was? Vince and Morgona had barely begun taking it steady, and he made it seem so easy! The sound of the door interrupted his thoughts. Veneer swallowed the lump in his throat. 

 

“You got this, little bro.” Vince muttered, giving Veneer a little shove towards the door. 

 

 

 

When Veneer entered the living room, Maleek was sitting on the couch waiting for him… clear across Veneer’s father. The Gorgen had a serious look on his face, but his wide eyes couldn’t hide the intimidating feeling he felt sitting across from Vaughn as he glared at Maleek. 

 

“Where are you going?” Vaughn asked. 

 

“Eat. Then uh- movies.” 

 

“Whose driving?”

 

“I- I am.” Maleek eyes shifted to and from Vaughn in an instant. 

 

“Do you drink?”

 

“N-no sir.”

 

“Do you plan too?” 

 

“N-no sir.”

 

“OKAY!!! Well thanks for the warm welcome dad!!!” Veneer quickly trotted down the stairs with a nervous smile plastered on his face. He grabbed Maleek by the arm and began pulling him out the door, “I will notify you when we get to the places! So no need to go on spying.” 

 

“Unless you’re hiding a need for me to spy on you?” Vaughn arched a brow.

 

“No! Oh my gosh no dad!!” 

 

Vaughn's eyes shifted between Maleek and Veneer, “I swear, if anything happens to him.”

 

“Nothing will. I promise. We’re just gonna have fun…GOOD FUN!” Maleek quickly corrected. 

 

“Bye dad!!!” Veneer quickly shoved Maleek out the door, closing it quickly behind him, “He uh- He gets a little protective.” 

 

The Gorgen smiled down at Veneer as he led him to his car, “I get it. I was the same with Morgona when your brother took her on their first date. Except maybe I don’t think I was that intimidating.” He opened the door for Veneer to get in.

 

“Boy please. NO ONE beats my dad in intimidation. Oh my gosh, you should've seen him when Apollo came to take Velvet out on their first date!! I swear Appa almost peed himself!!” 

 

Maleek arched a brow as he got in and started the engine, “Okay, this I have to hear.” 

 

 

 

Velvet continued flipping through the magazine. Her leg bouncing up and down. Was this how Veneer felt when she went on her first date? Wait, why did she care? Veneer was his own man now right? He wanted nothing to do with his sister anymore… 

 

“Whatever…” She muttered. Then again. Before they grew close, Maleek did try to kill Veneer. 

 

“Ew, why are you all fidgety?” A voice broke her train of thought. Velvet looked up to see Morgona standing in her doorway. 

 

An exaggerated groan escaped Velvet’s lips, “Why the hell are you here?” 

 

“I came to hang with Vince. Maleek dropped me off when he came to pick up Veneer… ACK!” She shivered, “Out of all people, Veneer, seriously?” 

 

At that comment Velvet slammed her magazine shut, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

 

“Just saying. I don’t think your brother is at all Maleeks type.” 

 

“HA! What makes you think your dear brother is Veneers type at all?!”

 

“Let’s see: he’s mature, strong, emotionally supportive. And what does Veneer offer?” 

 

“Oh please. Veneer may seem like a dimwit but he’s far more emotionally mature than you think! And who do you think you are? You go and steal our older brother and prance around here every so often like you own the place.” 

 

Morgona rolled her eyes, “Vince is mature enough to make his own decisions and not ask his dim witted younger siblings for advice! Besides, excuse me for caring about my one and only brother! You have two to spare!” 

 

“Veneer is the youngest of all of us! Excuse me for being just a tad bit protective of him when he shows interest in anyone.” 

 

“YOURE TWINS!”

 

“I'M TEN MINUTES OLDER!!” 

 

Both girls fell silent. Their arms crossed over their chest as they avoided eye contact. It was clear: they were both protective of their brothers. Maleek was all Morgona had. Veneer being younger, well,’Velvet felt responsible. Suddenly they met each other's gaze, like a light bulb going off in both their heads at the same time. The front door sounded. It was a moment before a familiar perky voice echoed in the Montegue halls.

 

“Vels? Babe, I’m here.” Apollo called out. 

 

Both girls remained silent…

 

“Are we seriously having the same thought?” Morgona finally spoke out.

 

“…. Unfortunately, I think we are.” Velvet groaned. Apollo poked his head from the doorway as he had a small grocery bag in his hands. 

 

“Morgan? You and Vince gonna join us for movie night? Dang. I should’ve brought extra snacks.” Apollo opened the bag as he rummaged through. 

 

“Actually, that’s okay!!” A light bulb went off in Velvets head as she grabbed Morgona by the wrist pulling her along, “We’ll go get them!!” 

 

“Really?” Apollo arched a brow, “I can step out really quick and-“

 

“No no! It’ll give me and Morgona some bonding time. You and Vince get everything ready. Make sure you get that special blanket so we can cuddle… if you know what I mean.” She winked, giving him a kiss on his cheek. Apollo smiled like a dork as he watched the two girls disappear from view.

 

“Gross.” Morgona gagged.

 

“Hey, you let me keep my guy satisfied in my own way and you keep yours- wait ew no. I don’t wanna know. That’s my brother.” Velvet grimaced.

 

“Oh trust me. He’s satisfied.” 

 

“I said no!!!”

 

 

 

 

The perfect thing was that Velvet knew where the boys were having dinner: a small diner down the road. They were able to make it in unidentified, taking a seat clear across the diner where they could easily watch their brothers yet be hidden from their view. 

 

“This has to be the stupidest idea we’ve both had.” Morgona muttered as she kept the menu on her face, “What are we gonna tell Vince and Apollo that we’re gone for so long!” 

 

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll come up with something.” Velvet turned her head as she saw the waitress bring the boys their menus: a smile was plastered on both their faces. Velvet could still notice the redness clear across Veneer’s cheeks. Maleek just smiled as they chatted away. 

 

“Can you hear what they’re talking about?” Morgona muttered.

 

“No! I can’t lip read either.” Velvet tried to ease in. Veneer and Maleek chuckled and laughed as the food was brought to their table.

 

“This date is going well.” 

 

“According to Veneer it’s not a date. Just to friends hanging out.” 

 

Morgona chuckled, “Oh I’m so sure. Whatever floats his boat. If he hurts my brother I swear-“ Her voice grew a little too loud. Maleek noticed the chuckle and tone. He turned around toward where the girls were sitting, but they lifted the menus to cover their faces.

 

“Something wrong?” Veneer chimed in.

 

“No…. I just… for some reason I thought I heard my sister.” 

 

Veneer eyed around the diner, “…. Seriously?” 

 

“She wasn’t too keen on… this.” He motioned between them. 

 

“She really hates me, huh?” 

 

“No. She just needs a little persuasion I guess. She’s not used to me… growing close to anyone that isn’t her.” Maleek fiddled with his food shyly. A smile crossed Veneer's face.

 

“Then… I guess… maybe I’m not just anyone.” He responded. Before anymore could be exchanged it was Veneer now who thought he heard Velvet’s voice. “… Okay I swear I just heard Velvet.” 

 

“See!” 

 

“That’s crazy though right?” Veneer looked up at Maleek, “You don’t think they would-“ 

 

“No. No they wouldn’t….. would they?” 

 

 

The girls sank down into their seats as far as they could, "Could you be any louder!” Morgona hissed.

 

“Oh shut up! It was you he heard in the first place!” Velvet’s phone pinged as message from Apollo popping up. 

 

Hey babe. You guys have been gone for almost an hour. Is everything okay?

 

“Great. Apollo is getting all worried now.” 

 

“Told you you should’ve told him.” 

 

“Why, so he could try talking us out of it!? Please!”

 

“Yeah but now he’s worried, which means Vince is gonna get worried. Oh my gosh I haven’t checked my messages!” Morgona dug through her pocket taking out her phone.

 

“And Veneer thinks I’m crazy. He sure doesn’t know you. If Maleek is anything like you, I don't want him around my brother.” 

 

“If Veneer is anything like you, you think I want him around mine? As if!” 

 

“Hey! Apollo is lucky to have me! And anyone would be lucky enough to have Veneer!” 

 

“Well, anyone would be lucky enough to have Maleek!” 

 

“Ahem.” 

 

A soft cough interrupted their argument. Peeking up from their menus, still slumped against the seats, Velvet and Morgona looked up to find Veneer and Maleek staring down at them.

 

“….What the hell…” Maleek eyed his sister.

 

“We…. Got hungry?”  

 

“Really? You two? Hanging out? Together?” Veneer crossed his arms as he arched his eyebrow. 

 

“Y-yeah. Why can’t we? Like, is that seriously a crime?! Like I’m gonna order the uh- uh- the uh, hamburger?” Velvet squinted trying to quickly scan the menu. 

 

“Do they even have that here?” Morgona whispered. 

 

“Shut up!” Velvet snarled. 

 

Maleek rolled his eyes, “Okay cut it out. You two are spying on us aren’t you?”

 

“Why the hell would we do that?” Velvet scoffed. 

 

“Cause it seems like you’re both equally crazy! You didn’t see us ruining your dates did you?” Veneer exclaimed. 

 

Maleeks eyes widened, “ So this is a date?” 

 

Veneer bit his tongue as he began tumbling over his own words, “I- I…. W-well…Y-you see…uuhhh… don’t change the subject!” He turned his attention back to the girls. 

 

“Okay we were spying! We got caught. Now excuse us, we gotta go back to our boyfriends.” Velvet and Morgona stood up. 

 

“Oh no. I don’t think so.” Maleek blocked their path, “You two wanna spy on us? Then why not join us.” A smirk grew along his face. Veneer caught this, a smile growing on his. 

 

“Oh! You're thinking what I’m thinking?!” Veneer jumped up and down. 

 

“All you can eat.” 

 

“Yes!!” Veneer grabbed Velvet and Morgona, pulling them to their table, “All we can eat… and our lovely sisters are paying. Don’t worry. We’ll let Vince and Apollo know you’ll be a little late. You little spies.” He ruffled Velvet's hair. 

 

“Great.” Velvet slouched in the seat opposite Veneer. 

 

Morgona took her spot opposite Maleek, scowling at Velvet, “I blame you.”

 

Chapter 29: Abduction

Summary:

A little retelling of Trolls 3 and my little AU which I'll be doing in little one shots:
Floyd has made it out of the lower levels of Rageous: Under Rageous. But he is perused. Floyd is captured and now faces a new trouble... and two very familiar faces.

Apollo || Maleek 

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The small Troll didn’t know how much more he could keep it up! He was running out of breath; his small legs only being able to keep up for so long. 

 

Floyd ran under a dumpster. 

 

“This way! I saw him go this way!” He heard a voice call out; the same voice that had been pursuing him.

 

“He’s so small. How could you see anything?” The other voice chimed in. 

 

“Trust me, amigo. Follow me.” 

 

Floyd backed up deeper under the dumpster as he saw the lights of the Strobe Rageon flash by. Their footsteps came and went as they disappeared deeper into the alley. He allowed himself to let out a small sigh of relief. Floyd poked his head out. 

 

The scenery had changed. Judging by the atmosphere and less cybernetic buildings, he wasnt in the lower levels of Rageous anymore: he had finally made it out of Under Rageous. After all these years. He was getting closer and closer to the top, to Mount Rageous. From there he’ll be able to find a way out. 

 

“I’m coming Bitty B.” He mumbled to himself as he walked out of hiding and into the mid levels of Rageous. The houses and buildings were normal enough, at least from what he had been used to in Under Rageous. More light was apparent up here. Judging by the Rageons he saw, these guys were your standard Rageons: no Strobes, Goyles, Gorgens, Succubi, or Hybrids. Doesn’t seem like there were Under Bergens up here either, at least in the area he was at. 

 

Floyd continued his trek, staying as close as he could to the shadows and corners. He felt something bittersweet about leaving the under-city. He had grown particularly fond of two twins down there and got to know them a little bit. Something about their father he couldn’t help but like… a broken man who wanted the best for his family. Eventually he had to leave. He had to go back to his own family. Though, he promised he’d come back… but then one day those two twins disappeared; they had run away. Floyd was tempted to stay back when he saw how broken their father was, seeing he’d do anything to get them back, but he needed to make sure his own family was healed before he could help anyone else. He’d never forget their names though: Velvet and Veneer, and their father, Vaughn.

 

So he left. 

 

It was a good while before he ran into these two Under Rageons who were after him. Funny. It might be the paranoia talking, but it was like they were specifically after him when they had laid eyes on him. 

 

His eyes flickered to the top: bright lights, loud sounds of music and voices. Mount Rageous. He was closer than he ever was now that he was in the mid levels. 

 

“Almost there. Almost there.” He encouraged himself as he felt himself getting closer. 

 

Bzzzzzzzz. 

 

He heard something. A bug? Weird. He never remembered really seeing insects in the under-city. Would there be any the closer he got to the top of Rageous? He highly doubted it, but he heard it again. 

 

Bzzzzzzzz. 

 

Floyd's ears perked as he tried catching the direction of the sound… 

 

Bzzzzzzz. 

 

Above him? Floyd turned his head up… and that’s when he saw it: a small spherical droid-like orb. He figured out who it belonged to already: the Rageons that were chasing him. 

 

“Crap!” He cried out as he bolted into a sprint. “I know Under Rageons are known to deal Trolls, but why me! I just want to get out!” He turned and ran underneath cars, but he could still hear the buzzing. Whatever that thing was was still on his tail. Floyd did his best to make a quick maneuver. From under the cars he dodged left to an alley that had rows of dumpsters and boxes. 

 

He scurried to and from as he did his best to throw off the little spherical droid. Floyd emerged from the other end of the alleyway. He couldn’t see anything or hear anything. Was he able to finally avoid it? He was about to let out a sigh of relief when a giant glowing blue light appeared in front of him suddenly engulfing him in a… force field? The small droid had out-smarted him and now he was trapped. He levitated along with the orb flying off towards a building that wasn’t too far off. As the orb descended he could see the two Under Rageons awaited him. They looked up as the droid neared them. One was a whole foot taller than the other: his skin the collar of dark ash, his eyes were burgundy and his pupils were slits. His dark nearly black hair coiled and moved around his head: snakes. This one was a Gorgen, young too. Next to him was a shorter Rageon: orange glowing hair, peach colored skin aligned with markings that also glowed. His bright green eyes glowed to the droid as it now hovered in front of his face, a smile plastered on his lips: a Strobe Rageon, known for their bright lights.

 

“Told ya I’d catch him with these!” The Strobe Rageon happily looked up at the Gorgen boy with a smile. 

 

“Huh, guess being a nerd does pay off.” He shrugged. 

 

“Just call me Apollo, the genius!” 

 

“I prefer Apollo the Geek.” 

 

“Ouch. That was low, Maleek. Real low.” Apollo brought the droid that held Floyd close to him, his head tilting for a moment, “You think this is the Troll?” 

 

“Pink hair. That’s the best they could describe him to us.” Maleek scowled down at Floyd.

 

“Huh?” Floyd stood up as his hands pressed against the barrier that encaged him , “Me? Someone wanted me? Who?”

 

“Ve- OW!” Apollo yelped as Maleek smacked him in the back of his head. 

 

“No need to tell him, nerd. He’ll find out soon enough. Come on, let's get going.” Maleek opened his bag where Apollo carefully placed the Troll inside. 

 

“Hey! Wait! Wait!! Let me out!!” Floyd cried out. 

 

 

 

Everything was dark. Floyd could only hear noises and smell the new scents that hit his nose. He tried his best to escape, to somehow break the barrier that held him hostage, “Guys let me out! Please!!” But no one paid him any attention. He could hear the sounds of automatic doors opening and closing. 

 

For a moment there was only silence as his captors walked. Their footsteps on what Floyd could only imagine was a corridor. Where were they taking him? 

 

“Hello? You two in here?” Floyd could tell it was Apollo's voice that called out. 

 

“Appa?” A familiar voice called out: it was a female. He heard the clacking of heels as she approached, “You did it? You caught one?” 

 

“Course, babe. I think we also actually caught THE ONE.” 

 

“Wait, what?” Another new, yet, familiar voice called out, “Where the heck you go, Mal?” This one was a male, that much he could tell. He sounded aggravated, yet worried. 

 

“Your sister sent us on a mission, pyaar. Wasn’t going to let Apollo go on his own.” Maleek responded.

 

“I could’ve handled it.” 

 

“Right.”  

 

“Let me see! Let me see!” The female voice cried out. 

 

Floyd felt the bag shake then he felt himself tumble out. 

 

CLINK! 

 

He landed on a hard, cold surface. He blinked as he felt his new imprisonment: a diamond. He looked up at the faces of his captors once again. This time, standing in between both of them were very familiar faces: pale skin and bright green hair. The girl smirked while the boy gave off a small frown. 

 

“Velvet? Veneer?” Floyd gasped. 

 

“Take a look at that Veneer. He actually remembers us??” 

 

“What do you mean? I wouldn’t forget you two!” 

 

“....but you left.” Veneer muttered. A small frown stained Maleek’s face as he placed a gentle hand on the young Rageon's shoulder. Floyd then noticed Apollo’s hand on Velvet’s waist. Of course. It made sense why these two were after him: they were with them. 

 

“You know why I had to leave. I needed to find my brothers.” 

 

“And how did that turn out for you?” Velvet crossed her arms as she leaned over picking up the diamond, “Babe, are you sure about this diamond thing?” She arched her brow turning to Apollo. 

 

“Can’t be broken. Harvesting Troll essence is really good without really killing the little guy instantly. It’ll work.” 

 

Velvet smiled at Floyd, “You’re lucky my boyfriend is considerate. If it were for me you’d be dead on your first use.” 

 

“Charmer. Just like your dad aren't you.” Floyd could tell he rubbed some salt on a wound as she scowled. 

 

“Dont!” 

 

“Velvet, he loves you. You know he does. He-”

 

“I said don’t Troll!!!” She yelled, her eyes giving off a pink hue.

 

“....Princess.” Apollo's voice was soft, yet firm enough to grab her attention. She calmed down. 

 

“I’ve had enough.” She walked over placing the diamond on a dresser, “Well go over the plan later. Right now, I’m hungry and want my smoothie.” Grabbing Apollo’s hand she began to walk out, “You two coming?” She looked at Veneer and Maleek. 

 

Maleek looked down at Veneer as the smaller Rageon stared at Floyd. Floyd could see the sadness in his eyes, the hurt along with it. True. He had only left because he wanted to find his brothers. Yet, he had abandoned them when things had just gotten tough in their life.

 

Maleek could sense something, “Pyaar?” 

 

“I- I don’t know about this. At least not with Floyd. Isn’t there some sort of other way? Apollo you’re smart! Can’t you figure out something?” Veneer turned to them. 

 

Apollo glanced at Velvet, then back at Veneer. Before he could say anything Velvet chimed in, “Veneer you said you would trust me right?” 

 

“...Yeah.”

 

“And I said we’d be in this together. That I had this all under control. We took Mistress’s deal, but I’m going to protect you. It was just me and you when mom died, it’s just gonna be me and you now. No dad, no older brother, just us. I promised you and you promised me. I’m not gonna break our promise. Are you?” 

 

Veneer bit his lip as he took one final glance at Floyd, “...No. No I’m not.” 

 

“Together?” She held out a pinky.

 

A small smile tinged his lips as he enveloped his own pinky around hers, “Together. I’m down for a strawberry banana smoothie. You?” This time Veneer smiled up at Maleek. 

 

“Diddo.” The Gorgen boy smiled. 

 

The twins were the first to exit. Apollo lingered a moment as he stared at Floyd. 

 

“Appa?” Maleek called out. 

 

Apollo sighed, “....We doing the right thing here?” 

 

“Are Velvet and Veneer happy?”

 

“I guess. I mean, it seems like it.” 

 

“Then we’re doing the right thing.” Maleek gave Apollos shoulder a small squeeze as they followed the twins, leaving Floyd alone in the void. The room was silent and dim. Judging by the furniture around him he could only imagine how glamorous the rest of Mount Rageous was. He made it. He finally made it. Yet here he was: trapped. 

 

Floyd sighed as he leaned his forehead against his diamond imprisonment, “I’m sorry Branch… I guess I won’t be coming back…” 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 11 of Miscellaneous Fanfics