Hi, I have a few of "What if" list in Under Rageous: The Runaways, sorry if this might bit too long:
What if Velvet caught Cressida earlier trying to touch Veneer? The situation might get worse like these two might get into fight and I don't know who will win š„?
What if the twins didn't manage to escape from her? All I can think of is in present day, Veneer's situation would be more like Beverly Marsh from 2017 movie IT, until he accidentally killed her as self-defense.
Not really a "What if" but, imagine, Velvet keeps really blame herself and cry for not saving her brother from Cressida's assault, even though he keeps saying "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault, it's never be your fault"
Hehe, thanks š
You brought soooo many great ideas! Okay let me see if I can answer them in a really short story type of format. Here we go! Iāll separate them by bulletin points. Also, TRIGGER WARNING ā¼ļø:
Red Handed:
Velvet grew concerned. It was silentā¦ too silent. Something wasnāt right. Velvet throw the blankets off of her and quietly began to make it down to her brothers room. Walking by Cressida room, she noticed her door was openā¦ she wasnāt there.
āNoā¦no, no, no.ā Velvet repeated to herself. Her pace quickened, she now bolted to her brotherās room. The door was closedā¦but it wasnāt locked. Velvet pushed open the door with such forceā¦.
ā¦..Her heart sank. She saw her brother lying on the bed, her aunt hovering over him, attempting to slide her hands down his shorts. Veneer had tears in his eyes, attempting to hold her hand away from touching him any further.
āWITCH!ā Velvet ran and jumped on Cressida. Velvet began hitting her, beating her. Cressida was twice her size, but Velvets furry and anger made her twice as strong. She put her aunt in a chokehold.
āHOW DARE YOU!ā Velvet tightened her grip around her neck, she began cutting her air. āDONT YOU EVER TOUCH IM AGAIN!ā Tighter and tighter she gripped.
āVelvet!ā Veneer called out attempting to stop her. But she then turned around into beating Cressida l. She landed blow after blow on her face.
āVELVET!ā Veneer grabbed her fist before she could his their aunt again.
āShe touched you Ven!ā
āIām okay now. Iām okay.ā Veneer hugged her tightly. He knew she was just trying to protect her, but killed their aunt would put her into trouble. He looked down at Cressidaā¦ blood was all over her faceā¦but she was alive, barely. Velvet grasped his hand, she turned and spat at their aunt as she lay unconscious on the floor.
āHAG!ā She cried as she pulled Veneer and bolted out the front door.
No More
The only happiness Veneer knew, was either being outside from home, or when Velvet was there. When his sister was around, Cressida wouldnāt dare touch himā¦. Velvet didnāt know, he didnāt dare tell her.
He was twelve when it first happened, now he was seventeen. Five yearsā¦. Five years of pain and disgust. It didnāt help that as became more attractive as he grew. It began with just touching, but by fifteen, his innocence was taken awayā¦ it only got more frequent after that.
He cringed at physical touch now. Velvet would reach to take something off his shirt, heād flinch. Sheād arch an eyebrow, but he wouldnāt say much. Veneer knew the furry that was inside his sister. He knew that she was capable of killing Cressida when sheād find out.
Many times it would happen in the middle of the night. Velvet would be sound asleep. When Cressida was in the mood sheād sneak over to his roomā¦ and lock it, then having her way with him. Heād close his eyes until everything was over, feeling disgusting at the end.
One day, Velvet was out far longer than normal. He began to panic as his aunt came home early. He locked himself in his room, hoping heād be safe, hoping sheād forget.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Veneer hugged his knees tighter.
āCome on sweetheart. Open the door.ā He heard his aunts voice boom from the other side.
āNo.ā He said firmly.
āOpenā¦. The door. Now.ā Her voice was firmer as she began to jiggle the handle.
āNo!ā He covered his ears. The door shook harder and harder until she was able to bolt it open. Fear shot in his eyes as she made her way towards him.
āYou donāt EVER so no to me!ā She yelled pushing him on his back. He struggled to get her off of him. Even after what she had done to him, he still didnāt want to hurt herā¦ but she was making it harder. He wanted to leave this behind, grab his sister, and leave.
āPlease just stop! I donāt want this anymore!ā He begged.
āStop being ridiculous.ā She went to move down his pants.
āStop!ā He pushed her off and stumbled to his feetā¦. He was growing desperate. She tried pulling back by his feet. Cressida slapped him across the face, but this time Veneer didnāt submit, he was doneā¦.. no more, he wanted no more.
āPlease! Stop!ā He begged again. But she kept pursuing, ripping his shirt in attempt to pull him back. She kept striking him and hitting himā¦. Desperation was peaking, he reach for something, anything.
āSTOP!ā He turned, stabbing his aunt with a pair of scissors he was able to grab. She grunted in pain, a look of surprise across her face. It took her a moment, until she finally went limp and fell to the floorā¦.her breathing stopped.
āā¦. Oh my godā¦.ā He covered his mouth with his hands. āā¦. Oh my godā¦. Oh my godā¦.ā Tears began to fill his eyes. What did he do? What would Velvet think of him?ā¦ he was a monsterā¦.. he was a killer. He shrunk down and hugged his kneesā¦. He was a murder.ā
Iām Sorry
Velvet sat at her vanity, staring at herselfā¦it was an hour before the concert. She promptly did her make as victory rang across her mindā¦ they did itā¦. They made it to the top. Them, some loser teens from no where. A triumphant smile spread across her lips.
āWhoās a nobody now.ā She murmured as she gazed upon herself in the mirror. All those who told them that were now beneath her, like ants, she squashed them. The loosers at school, the punks down in the under city, their auntā¦.her mind faded into darkness.
Aunt Cressida. That hag. The one whoā¦. Velvet went silent as those thoughts filled her mindā¦. The one who took advantage of her brother. All that time, and Velvet didnāt know. All that time Veneer quietly suffered in pain.
āā¦.. it was my faultā¦ā she glumly told herself. If she had noticed it sooner, the sooner the wouldāve been safe.
āVels! Are you almost done? Itās almost showā¦.ā Veneers words were cut short as he walked into her dressing room. Velvet was bent over her vanity in tears. āVels?ā He quickly ran to her side.
āLeave me alone Veneer!ā She demanded as she felt his hand on her shoulder, avoiding his gaze.
āNo. Whatās wrong? Whatās going on?ā She was fine just a moment ago.
She wipes the tears from her eyes, āI said go away!ā She couldnāt look at him.āshe couldnāt imagine the filth their aunt did to him those nights.
Veneer attempted to meet her gaze, āTell me!ā He demanded.
She never met his eyes. āItās my faultā¦ā
āWhat?ā
āWhat that hag did to youā¦.its my fault.ā
Veneer cocked his head to the side, āā¦Velvetā¦that wasā¦ that was awhile agoā¦ why are youā¦ā
āBECAUSE ITS MY FAULT VENEER! If Iā¦ If I wouldāve known, acted soonerā¦ and sheās still running free!ā Velvet buried her face in her hands against as she felt the tears begin to form. There was no seat for him to sit, so he knelt down in front of her.
āHow many times do I have to say itā¦ no it isnāt. None of what happened is your fault, Vels. You were already trying to protect usā¦ā
āBut I didnāt Veneer! I let her do what she did to you! You suffered for so long!ā¦.. Iām sorry.ā Her shouldered began to shudder as she began to cry. He knew there would be nothing he could say that would change her mindā¦Velvet was stubborn like that. Instead he embraced her, holding her close, making sure she felt he was okay.
āIt will never be your fault, Velsā¦ā
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Veneer HC
Unknowing to anyone who knows him, including his sister, when living in Under Rageous Veneer took the streets and took up a particular hobbyā¦ street racing.
Illegal? Definitely. Dangerous? You bet. Yet, growing up, something excited him at the cars and sounds of it all. Being the youngest top street racer ever, Veneer would take home cash. He wasnāt popular amongst other Rageons as he would win every single time. There solution, trying to rid him.
Unfortunately, he would also get hired to be a getaway driver. His skills were unmatched, especially in Under Rageous where the cars are not as advanced or high tech as you find above the cloud line.
Since his time in Mount Rageous and the absorption of Troll essence, his memories began to get foggy, blending fantasy with reality. Today, heād probably deny he couldāve done anything like thatā¦ until he gets behind the wheel again.
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Idk why but i keep visualizing Velvet and Veneer going through an emo phase when they were in school
I can picture Velvet going through an emotional phase šÆ, and Veneer well, heād do it cause Velvet did it. I get that vibe from him.
But he secretly really liked it, at least the style. Since I picture him wearing beanies all the time emo Veneer would have a particular style:
Veneer: Dark blue beanie, his little swoop of green hair covering his right eye. Ragged dark denim vest with a black tshirt underneath. His typical black skinny pants and combat boots. Heās definitely have some highlights on his hair, Iām thinking dark blue. This is when heād gotten his ears pierced along with a fake lip ring (yeah he aināt doing that for real. Lol)
Velvet: Velet would also sport some highlights in her hair. For her I was thinking dark purple. Sheād have bangs that would droop a little over her face (not too much). I totally picture her style being dark colored over sized hoodies over a black skin tight mini dress/skirt. Netted leggings underneath with heeled combats boots over black knee high stockings. Sheād definitely be expressive through her jewelry: ACTUAL lip ring, nose ring, earrings, dark nail polish.
Personality wise, Vels would totally nail the attitude to the T. Vennie on the other hand, yeah, not so much. Heād try, but this would definitely embarrass his sister.
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Fanfic about Poppy, Viva, and Velvet?
Great minds think alike! I had another friend request a little something between Poppy, Viva, and Velvet! @fairytypingg
Poppy and Viva friends with Velvet seems kinda out place, especially with Velvet's character being the way it is. But I think the little happiness that Poppy and Viva bring might be just the thing to help her.
We Got You
"IM FINE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE VENEER!" Velvet marched into her suit, and shut the door.
"Vels!" Her brother attempted to run in after her, but the door was locked. He jiggled the knob, "Vels, please, talk to me."....Silence.
She had been on edge recently, well, not recently, more like when they got out of prison...actually...when they were in prison. Veneer had made every attempt to talk to her, to have her open up to him about things that were going, about their next steps together....but she's completely shut him out.
With a heavy sigh, Veneer retreated.
"The twins were set to call Vacay Island their home for the next couple of months. Bruce and Brandy have allowed them to work and live in one of the suits. Veneer enjoyed it, he felt like he was finally doing something right, something good. Velvet felt different. So many emotions were building inside of her, so many questions that needed answers.
What would happen to them when they were done with their community service? Where would they live? The Trolls didn't really care for them. She hated how Veneer was always after them, always seeking their approval. They were always judging them she knew, but they didn't know it, they didn't know anything.... Velvet noticed...It was the first thing she noticed: Veneer was sick again.
"Hey Vellie!"
Velvet rolled her eyes at the sound of an annoying little Troll...Poppy. She just ignored her, just like she always would. She continued to clean he tables at the resort.
"You know I'm going to get you to hang out with me and Viva! We're always looking to add another sister." The little Troll chimed.
"I don't want a sister." Velvet said coldly. Another annoying voice piped up next to Poppy.
"Uh, of course you do! Who wouldn't want a sister!" Viva exclaimed.
"I have a brother. I'm good. Now can you PLEASE leave me alone." Velvet's tone was flat. Poppy tilted her head as she took a good look at the Rageon....Sadness, worry, fatigue...That's what Poppy saw. Velvet was trying to hold everything together, Poppy knew there was something beneath the service that was really troubling her. She opened her mouth to say something...
"Hey guys!" Veneer came in holding a tray. He sported a dark blue vest with a black rolled up sleeve button up underneath. Black skinny pants were worn beneath his torso. "Guess whose the new waiter around here?" He did a full turn to show off his new look.
"Meow! Vels doesn't your brother look so handsome!" Viva chimed.
"Ugh." The Rageon rolled her eyes as she moved on to the next table. Veneer followed her hesitantly.
"You know, we get off at the same time. Oh! Let's go snorkling before it gets dark!" A smile spread across his face. Poppy looked at Velvet to study her response. The Rageon's expression was left unchanged.
"Seriously, you're asking again? " She replied without turning to look at him. "Go get the drinks to serve! Or you're fired." With a defeated look, Veneer retreated into the kitchen. Velvet could feel the eyes of the two small Trolls piercing her from behind.
"Why don't you ever want to hang out with him? Us, I guess I understand. But he's your brother. I'd give every chance to always be with Poppy." Viva explained. Velvet remained silent. Viva turned to her sister, hoping for some support.
"Velvet, is something else going on? I don't mean to always pry, but I always hear Veneer trying to open up to you...You just seem to...always shut him out. You know you....you can talk to me...You can talk to Viva! Girl to girl." Poppy tried her best to express her feelings of concern for the Rageon. One thing she learned about being queen, was how to read people, how to know when someone was sad, afraid, holding back.
"What goes on with me is none of your business. I just want to do my time and get out of here..."
CRASH!
The three girls turned their heads towards the sound of breaking glass coming from the kitchen. Velvet was the first to run in: Veneer was on the floor, struggling to get up, broken glass all around him.
"Vennie!" Viva attempted to go to his aid.
"Stay away!" Velvet was the first to his side.
"My bad!" He attempted a smile. "I-I slipped." Liar, Velvet mused. She could see the weakness in his arms and legs, how they went limp, how he struggled to find his strength to stand.
"Don't lie to me, Ven." She demanded. Her brother fell silent as she struggled to help him to his feet...his legs continuing to give out.
"How can we help you? Vellie, please tell us what to do." Poppy begged.
"YOU CAN LEAVE US ALONE!" Velvet screamed. She latched one of Veneer's arm over her should, struggling, she began to lead him away towards their suit.
"Vels!" Viva called out after her. But the Rageon ignored any kindness and any help that was thrown her way. A feeling fell at the pit of Viva's stomach as she watched the twins march off. "Poppy, I can't help but feel that something is wrong...Something is terribly wrong."
"I know Viv....me too." Poppy stretched and reached for Viva's hand.
Poppy and Viva continued to replay that moment in the kitchen throughout the rest of the day. They couldn't think right, couldn't eat. Velvet was always tough in the surface, but something told them, deep down, there was a little girl crying for help, crying for an answer to all their problems.
How would they know? Because they were that little girl at one point. Viva leading the group of surviving Trolls after the Bergen attack, living 20 years thinking she had lost her family. And Poppy...She made it seem like being queen was all cupcakes and rainbows, but she learned that it wasn't, but she knew her kingdom couldn't see her weak...she had to always be strong no matter what she felt. They wanted to tell Velvet that it was okay to be vulnerable sometimes...but how could they? She'd always close them off.
Poppy was headed off to the rooms of the resort that were specifically for Trolls. She had a warm tea in hand to help her calm her nerves and thoughts. That's when Viva came running down the hall.
"Poppy! Hurry come here!"
Without a second thought, Poppy dropped her tea and followed her sister.
Viva lead her outside the door of a suit. Inside, they could hear the sobs, the small little cries. Poppy held her hand over her mouth as her heart broke.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"I....I saw Vellie walk out of her suit. I followed her hoping she'd want to talk. She walked in here...That's when I heard the cries." Viva responded with saddened eyes. The Troll sisters took a moment before making up their mind. Nodding to each other, they pushed open the door that was luckily left slightly open.
The cries grow louder as they walked inside the suit. All lights were off, the only thing illuminating the room was the moonlight shining through the window. The girls followed the sound....That's when they found Velvet hunched in a corner.
She held her knees tight, her face buried in them. Her shoulders shuddered with every cry she made...
"Vels." Poppy whispered as she made her way to the Rageon.
"Go away..." Velvet said in between her cries.
"No! That's enough of you trying to push us away!" Viva said sternly. She made her way up to Velvet's knees, placing a small hand on her fingers. "Talk to us. Please."
"We want to be your friend Velvet. We've wanted to be your friend since you guys arrived to us." Poppy explained.
"I don't want friends."
"Maybe you think so now....but you DO need people who care for you. You have your brother, and we want to be there for you too." Viva said.
Upon the mention of Veneer, Velvet's cries grew severe. Poppy and Viva enclosed around her, laying their hands on her, embracing her as much as they could.
"Velvet....please." Poppy pleaded once more as she embrace the Rageon in her small arms. They allowed silence to pass between them, they allowed Velvet to just be vulnerable....to cry. This was something she had held in for so long...
"He's sick." Velvet finally spoke. "Veneer is sick again....and I don't have the money to help him." The Trolls looked at each other, a horrified expression in their eyes...This is what she had been hiding for so long.
"...I wish you had said something sooner." Viva exclaimed as she continued to hug her.
"Why? There's nothing you can do."
"How do you know? Vellie, you only know your little world, the world inside Rageous. You have no idea how big the world is....and you have no idea how many options there can be to help your brother." Poppy joined Viva on Velvet's knees, together they lifted the Rageons head so she could look at them. "We care for Vennie as much as you do....We want to help you."
"Please, Vellie. We know how it feels like. We know how it feel's to try and have it together! You don't have to go through this alone. Let us be there for you. We got you." Viva added.
Through teary eyes, Velvet glanced back and forth between the two sisters...There was no lie in their voices. She could see they were looking at her not with pity, but with genuine concern. Velvet really never allowed for anyone to see her vulnerable...especially her brother. She always wanted to be the tough one, the strong one...but maybe with these girls she could be. Velvet hugged her knees tighter...
"....okay...." She said softly. No more words were exchanged, no more words needed to be exchanged. Viva and Poppy drew closer to Velvet, this time hugging her face, hoping that she could feel their love and care for her.
They had her.
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After confronting someone who was trying to take advantage of his sister, Veneer is on his last strike at school.
But he proves he wonāt stop when it comes to protecting his sister, no matter what the cost is.
After Veneer put a beating to that kid Corey, the principal took him to the office and called their parents.
All Velvet could do was sit outside the office, listening to the back and forth bickering.
The principal didnāt even let her explain herself. That Veneer was only protecting her because that idiot couldnāt take ānoā for an answerā¦. Unfortunately, this wasnāt the first time her brother got into blind rageās like thatā¦ and it only happened when Velvet was in troubleā¦. One more strike and Veneer was outā¦
There was silence for a while the car ride homeā¦
āā¦ sorry.ā Veneer simply said. Their dad huffed in the drivers seat.
āFor what? Protecting your sister?ā Their dad replied.
āā¦. For getting in trouble??ā Veneer said confused. Their mother turned to look at them from the passengerās seat.
āYou will NEVER get I trouble for protecting each other. You got that?ā Their mother reassured. The twins smiled.
āNow! Who wants takeout tonight!?ā Their dad chimed.
Veneer was not looking forward to the following Monday. Unfortunately, Velvet had A periodā¦ leaving him alone most of the morning. Veneer did his best to steer clear of anyone who couldāve seen what happened that dayā¦and it seemed it was the whole school.
They all eyed him as he walked to his locker. He could hear their whispers and giggles.
āPoor Velvet will never get a date with that psycho around her.ā He heard someone sayā¦ was that true? Was he preventing his sister from finding someone? No. He would never. Heād want her to be happyā¦. Just not with a jerk like Coreyā¦
āHey Veneer!ā A high pitched voice broke his train of thought. He turned to find a familiar girl walk up to himā¦ a girl from his math class he believedā¦
āUh hi.ā He smiled. Veneer really never had anyone talk to him outside of classā¦ he couldnāt help but feel excited.
āHey, I was hoping you could help me with something?ā She asked.
āY-yeah. S-sure.ā He stuttered. Closing his locker he followed the girl. She lead him away from the main campus and towards a building in the back by the field. Veneer was a little confusedā¦but didnāt want to ruin anythingā¦ someone was talking to himā¦ this was his chance to make friends.
āWait here!ā She chimed as she disappeared around the corner of the building. He was a little nervous, but he bit down those feelingsā¦. His blood turned cold when he heard a voiceā¦
āHey douchebag.ā Veneer turned around to find Corey standing behind himā¦ blocking his only exitā¦a few of his friends came to surround him too. Veneers heart began to beat quickly as he saw no way out.
āWhat? Scared? I thought you were mister tough guy Friday?ā Corey commented. He had bandages taped all around his noseā¦ Veneer was certain that he had broken it as he pounded away that day.
āY-you wouldnāt leave my sister alone.ā Veneer stood his groundā¦ well tried tooā¦. Where was Velvet?
āYour sister can fight her own battles. Besides, you ruined my shot with her.ā Corey replied.
āShe was saying noā¦.ā Veneer retorted.
āNo she wasnāt!ā
āYou shoved her into the lockers!ā Veneer began growing furious. Corey smiled.
āAlright there it is! Come on! I want a rematch right now!ā Corey put his fists up. Veneer arched an eyebrow. God, heās an idiot, he thought.
āNo.ā Veneer simply stated as he attempted to walk around themā¦ big mistakeā¦. Coreys friends grabbed him be the arms. They pinned him up against the wall, holding him tight and good.
āā¦ pay back time.ā Corey said as he began swinging away.
Velvet walked out of her A period class. She went to the spot where her brother normally waited for herā¦but he wasnāt there. She walked to his locker, his first period, places heād normally beā¦ but nothing.
āThe hell Veneer.ā She mumbled to herself. Velvet was far by some buildings leading to the field looking for her brother when she heard somethingā¦. Small little cries of painā¦. Velvet followed the noise, rounding the corner of the building, she saw Corey senselessly beating up her brother as his friends held him tight.
āHEY! JERK OFF!ā Velvet screamed as she ran and tackled Corey to the ground. He was caught off guard. Velvet had him in a chokehold, cutting off his air in take. Coreyās friends let go of Veneer and turned their attention to Velvet, attempting to pull her off.
Veneer watched through blurred visionā¦he heard them say thingsā¦he saw Coryes friends pull her offā¦ suddenly Corey lay on top of his sister, who was helplessly pinned to the ground by his friends. Veneer desperately tried to get upā¦ the pain was killing himā¦ until he saw Corey reach for his pantsā¦.
āNO!ā In a rush of adrenaline, Veneer tackled the two friends allowing Velvet to break free, kicking Corey right where it hurts. Corey bent over in pain. Velvet grabbed him in a chokehold again, squeezing her arm tightly around his neck.
Blood all over his face, Veneer had no problem knocking one of Coreyās friends out senselessā¦ the other ran away in fear. Veneer turned his attention to his sister who was still choking Corey.
āVelsā¦ Velsā¦ VELS!ā Veneer called out. Upon hearing her brotherās voice she let go. Corey fell to the ground gasping for airā¦
KRUNCH!
Velvet punched him square in his broken nose againā¦.Corey wailed in pain. She turned her attention to her brother, grabbing his face with both her handsā¦he had open wounds bleeding through.
āYour eye is definitely starting to swell up.ā She said having a good look at him. Veneer looked at Corey then to the unconscious friend beside him.
āStrike three. You know this means Iiiiim probably expelled.ā Veneer said with a sudden horror in his face. āOh my gosh, I have a record now!ā He gasped in shock running his hands through his hair.
āYou have no idea.ā The twins turned to find the principal standing behind them, one of Coreyās friend trembling behind herā¦ of course the whole school had to follow. āVeneer to my office now-ā
āOh screw you!ā Velvet exclaimed. Everyone was silentā¦ Veneer staring mouth open at his sister. āYouāre just seeing Veneer beat up some douchebags when he was actually protecting me! This school is protecting the wrong students! Corey got his butt handed to him because he couldnāt take ānoā for an answer! And this school is choosing to protect him!? Ha! Be careful out there girls! No one is going to protect you. Go ahead call our parents, tell them what Veneer did, tell them heās expelled..ā She wrapped one arm around her brother and began leading him away towards the exit of school. ā and tell them if they can pick us up at Fickle Freeze, me and Veneer will be having some nice cold ice cream.ā
Veneer smiled. They made their way through the crowd of students Everyone just staring at them. One thing was certain about the twinsā¦ They knew how to make an entrance and to make an exitā¦. They knew how to be rememberedā¦ Everyone would know the names wherever they went: Velvet and Veneer.
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After running from his sisters outrage, Veneer found himself in alley where he met a very familiar little friend.
The meeting is cut short as a new face comes in to save Branch. Finally being able to leave, something stops Branchā¦ he somehow canāt leave Veneer behind to the dangers of Under Rageous.
Branch squinted his eyes, taking in the sight in front of him. Same pale skin, deep blue eyes, the darn swooped up hair, it was definitely Veneer. A smile spread wide on the boy's face.
āYouāre Floyds brother!ā He called. āH-how is he? I wrote to him and he never wrote back. Is he okay? Is he better? How did you get here? Is he here too? Is the rest of Brozone here? Isā¦.." Branch ran up to Veneer covering his mouth with his tiny hands. This kid was a yapper.
āDude. Calm down. Youāre giving me anxiety.ā Branch scowled.
āSorry! Iām a little nervous.ā Veneer kneeled on all fours to get at level with the little Troll. Thatās when Branch noticed the faint bruises all along Veneers face, a scar healing above his lipā¦. This wasnāt the same flawless face he had laid eyes on a year ago at the Rage Dome. Branch glanced behind him, noticing the unconscious Rageons laying on the ground.
āDid you do that?ā Branch asked in surprise. Veneer cocked his head unsure of what he was talking about at first. He then turned around.
āOh! Y-yeah. Good thing there was a crowbar nearby.ā He chuckled. He turned back to Branch. āI know youāre Floydās brother, but I donāt know your name.ā
The little Troll was hesitant. This was the same face that tortured his brother a year ago, nearly killed himā¦. But then he did admit to his wrong doings, he did just save him, and he hasnāt tried kidnapping himā¦yet. He had to proceed with caution.
āBranch.ā He said coldly, crossing his arms. āAnd where the heck am I? Youāre here, but this doesnāt look like Mount Rageous.ā
āItās because it isnāt. Umm.ā Veneer extended his hand on the ground, waiting and hoping the small Troll would take the friendly gesture. Branch hesitated, Be ready for anything, he thought to himself. Eventually, Branch mounted Veneers hand. Gently, like carrying something delicate, Veneer walked over out of the alley. Without being chased, with everything calm, Branch was able to take in the scenes for the first time.
The buildings where stacked on top of each other, bunched up crowded reaching the sky. Streets and walkways unkept, broken, cracked. Nothing but neon artificial light lit up the city as far as he could see. It was high tech for being somewhat run down, Branch would give it that. He stared straight up. Far above he noticed clouds, the cloud line, bright lights barely shining throughā¦
āIs that, Mount Rageous? Then whatās this place?ā
āIt adopted the name āUnder Rageousā. Itāsā¦. Itās a lot different down here than it is up there.ā Veneer explained.
āObviously. Mount Rageous was too colorful, this place, well, hardly anything.ā
āWe make do.ā
Branch glanced at the Rageoun confused. āWhat do you mean?ā
āWeā¦.Me and Velvetā¦. This is where weāre fromā¦. I found Floyd down her beforeā¦.ā He voice and eyes trailed off as he avoided eye contact with Branch. āā¦.It can be hard down hereā¦ā
āHow hard?ā Branch askedā¦.
ā¦.What they didnāt notice, hiding in the cracks in the buildings above them, was a gray little Troll. Heād been eyeing them, watching them the whole time. He peeked his head out ever so slightly; he wore a dark blue beanie that covered his Troll dark blue hair except for a piece that covered his right eye, he wore sa denim-like material that was fashioned into a sleeveless vest, the same material he used for his pants. He was young, a Troll born and raised in Under Rageousā¦ and throughout all his 17 years of life, he never saw a Rageon and Troll interact in such a casual manner. The young Troll kept a watchful eye, waiting for the opportune moment.
āJustā¦ hard.ā Veneer didnāt explain any further, and Branch didnāt push it. āHowā¦. How did you end up here?ā
āI wasā¦.takenā¦.Pop Troll Village was attacked. Some of us kidnapped. I was able to escape with a few othersā¦ everyone elseā¦ I donāt know.ā Branches voice and gaze grew distant, remembering the events that occurred that day.
āIsā¦Isļæ½ļæ½Floyd okay?ā Veneer asked with a desperation in his voice. Branch arched an eyebrow.
āYou care?ā
Veneer turns his gaze away, looking at something at the ground. A sense of guilt hit Branch, maybe he didā¦.
āI donāt knowā¦I don't know what happened. Thatās why I have to get out and go back.ā Branch finally responded. Veneer turned back to look at Branch. He noticed and knew that look all to wellā¦itās a look he would constantly give his sisterā¦.worry.
āI canā¦help youā¦ā Veneer finally replied after sharing a silent moment. The Trolls small ears perked up.
āR-really?ā
āY-yeah. But ummmā¦. Could we go with you?ā
Great. Branch was not in the mood to make promises. Did he want to take the kids with him? No. He didnāt trust him, he didnāt trust his sister. What if this was some trick Veneer was plotting? A plot to get closer to the Trolls, find their destination, take them allā¦. But what if Branch said no? Would Veneer still want to help him?
āIā¦.ā
SWOOSH. THUMP. THUD.
Something came swinging in, hitting Veneer full force on the chest, knocking him off his feet. Branch went tumbling out of his hand and onto the floor with a small thud. He rubbed his head as he stood up.
āVen-..ā Another little Troll came up to Branch, covering his mouth.
āShh! Letās go!ā The dark blue haired Troll with a dark blue beanie pulled Branch along after, heading back into the alley.
āWait. What? Who are you?ā
āHurry up!ā The young Troll ran until they made their way into a crack in the building. The Troll looked at Branch and heldl a finger to his lips.
āBranch? Branch?ā He could hear Veneer call out as he rubbed his chest. Peeking through the crack, Branch could see Veneer peeking and overturning debris to find him.
āWho are you?ā He asked looking at the young Troll.
āā¦.Tye.ā¦My name is Tye.ā Tye peeked through the cracks as the young Rageon outside kept digging through the debris.
āBranch!ā Veneer called out again.
āI donāt think heās all that bad-..ā
āShhh!ā
The two Rageons that Veneer had knocked out earlier regained consciousness. They wabbled their way to Veneer, holding their heads, letting out small moans of pain.
āYouā¦. You stupid little freak!ā One exclaimed, a fury growing in his eyes. Veneer quickly got up from all fours, he turned and ranā¦.
THUD!
He slammed into a body that was standing right behind him. Veneer fell back again, he stared up the tall Rageon: pale skin like them all, orange stringy hair style into a Mohawk. A cybernetic eye on his left, matching his clawed prosthetic arm.
āWel, well, well. I should be honored. The one and only Veneer everyone!ā He gestured to the young Rageon still on the ground.
The Trolls watched silently from the cracks of the building.
āOkay. Theyāre distracted, letās go.ā Tye attempted to pull Branch along.
āWait.ā
āFor what? Letās go!ā
āWait!ā Branch exclaimed, peering through the cracks.
āH-how do you know m-my name?ā Veneer stuttered.
āIsnāt that what you guys wanted? āBaby, remember my nameāā He sang mockingly. āOh you were famous down here as much as you were up there. Only for the wrong reasons.ā The Rageon gazed and fiddled with his prosthetic arm as he continued to speak. āYou and your sister, Under Rageons living the luxurious life. And you didnāt bend a finger to help out the rest of us down here.ā
At his last words the orange haired Rageon grabbed Veneer's neck with his prosthetic, robotic arm, he began to squeeze tightly leaving Veneer choking and gasping for air. The rest of the Rageons smiled at the sight of Veneers suffering.
āYouāve seen enough. Letās go.ā Tye whispered again.
Branch stared at the sight before him. Veneer desperately claws at the at the other Rageon, pleading to be let go, fear in his eyesā¦
āā¦.I canātā¦ā Branch replied. Tye spun around in genuine surprise.
āWhat.ā He demanded.
āI have to help him. Please help me help him.ā Branch said.
āHeās a Rageon! Theyāre all disgusting filths!ā
āI thinkā¦ I think heās different. Trust me. I know him, kind of.ā Branch stated.
āYeah! So does everyone down here. We know who he is and what he did. I am NOT helping you help him.ā Tye crossed his arms and turned around.
āPlease! Troll to Troll.ā Branch heard painful whimpers and grunts. He peeked to see Veneer struggling in and out of consciousness.
āMany would pay a heavy price if I took you in right now. Public execution would be nice. But the satisfaction of killing you myself is rewarding enough.ā The Rageon squeezed his hand tighter. āNot to mention you allowed a Troll to escape my guys.ā Tighter he squeezed.
Tears began forming in Veneer's eyes, his face going from red to blueā¦.he felt his heart fighting to continue pumping.
āPlease!ā Branch said again, turning around to Tye with a desperation in his eyes as Veneer inched closer to death. Tye let out an annoyed sigh, balling his tiny fists. Reaching into the pockets of his vest he pulled out two seeds, handing one to Branch.
āUmmmm..ā Branch began to say.
āDo you want to help him or not?ā Tye asked, earning a nod from Branch. āThen listen to what I sayā¦ā
āSomeone should record this.ā One Rageon laughed as their boss squeezed tighter and tighter around Veneer's neck. His thoughts went straight towards Velvetā¦ who would watch out for her? Who would help her with the condition she was in? He was all she had, Veneer couldnāt just leave her alone.
CLANK!
The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed through the alley behind them. The orange haired Rageon slightly let go of his grasp around Veneer's neck.
āWhat the hell was that?ā He murmuredā¦. Suddenly in the blink of an eye, two tiny Trolls came swinging in.
āVeneer hold your breath!ā Branch cried out. As he and Tye neared the other Rageons, they squeezed the seeds they held in their hand, releasing a yellow pollen into the air. Taking one breath, the Rageons began falling to the ground one by one. Veneer felt the hand around his neck go limp as the orange haired Rageon lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a big THUMP.
āOkayā¦. You can breathe now.ā Branch said as the pollen quickly disappeared.
Veneer gasped for air, coughing and choking as he held his neck. Red marks began to bruise around his neck where the Rageon squeezed.
āAre they..ā Veneer said softly as he tried to regain his strength.
āNo. Insomnia Lily Seeds. Knocks you out in one shot. Trolls are immune, but not Rageons.ā Tye responded. Veneer glanced at the small little Trolls.
āT-thank you.ā He said.
āDonāt thank me. Iād personally have had them kill you. He was persistent though.ā Tye nodded at Branch who was caught off guard.
āI- lā¦. W-wellā¦Letās just call it even!ā Branch turned around and crossed his arms, avoiding Veneer's thankful gaze.
āWhatever. Letās go now.ā Tye nudged Branch. As he began to run away, footsteps and voices were heard rounding the cornerā¦.
āBoss said heād be back in a few. Where the heck is he?āā¦ More Rageons, and not the nice ones.
āGreat. We- ah!!!ā Tye yelled as he felt himself being scooped up. Veneer also grabbed Branch and made a run for it, holding both Trolls close to his chest.
āLet go!ā Tye began beating his little fists against Veneer's chest.
āWhere are we going?ā Branch called out.
āSomewhere safeā¦.I hope.ā The Rageon replied
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I should've pointed this out a while back, but the correct spelling is "Rageon".
No, no worries! The sooner the better. Ty so much! I guess I created a subspecies unknowingly lol but now Iām going to go back into the stories Iām doing and correcting the spelling šš»
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Letās imagine V & V are set to appear in Trolls 4. Poppy is determined to help them find their true voice, because she believes they can sing with good practice and encouragement.
Heart song! Is what they call it. A term foreign to Rageouns . Veneer is much more hopeful than his sister. A heart to heart between the siblings nearly goes wrong. They also have beef with two sibling Bergens they meet. These Bergens hate the twins, more so itās because they are jealous of them. They pick on Veneer and of course, no one picks on Veneer except Velvet. Eventually, something clicks in the twins and they come out singing this fabulous banger, out of encouragement that they are more than just frauds. That their name will be remembered again in a new light.
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@jules0511 ā¤ļø My partner in crime! Enjoy!
Fame. Money. Adoration? It sounds to good to be true to a young teen surviving in the under city of Mount Rageous. But Velvet took the gig anyway.
Suddenly, chaos sparks around herā¦. What has she gotten her and her brother into?
Inspired by the Squid Games.
āFame. Money. Loved and Adored By Many.ā Those words eoched through Velvets mindā¦.
BANG! BANG!
Velvet entered the white tiled room. Stacks and stacks of bunk beds were set up all along the side of the white tiled walls. Glancing around, she saw hundreds upon hundreds of Under Rageouns file into the room. How many constants were there? She looked down at her new attire: a dark green track suit sporting the number 235 on the back.
āVeneer.ā It dawned to her that she had not seen her brother since being split apart when they entered. She twisted and turned her head looking desperately for him. āVeneer!ā She called out.
āVels!ā She heard his voice. She saw his green swoop of hair make its way toward her, under his stupid little purple beanie. Veneer headed to her a little too happily. āOh youāre number 235! Im 234! Look!ā He spun around to show her the number engraved on his back.
āReally? They let you keep that stupid beanie? Of all things?ā
āAs long as I didnāt have anything hidden Iām good.ā He smiled. Veneer was shoved to ground by a taller Under Rageoun. He snickered as Veneer plummeted to the floor. The Rageoun made a gun signal, pointing it at Veneer, and shotā¦He was his target. Velvet tore away the beanie from his head.
āHey!ā
āYouāre an easy target Veneer! Start acting tough for crying out loud! This is a competition!ā
Veneer tore his beanie out from her grasp to put it back on again. āI aināt change for nothing Vels.ā He said sternly.
More and more people continue to poor in. Velvet scoped out the competition, making a mental list of who to watch out for, who looked strong willed, strong physically, and a few whom they should avoid. A screen turned on above what they assumed were entry doors. The screen displayed the names of all the contestantsā¦ 456 āplayersā.
āWere supposed to go against 456 peopleā¦and win?ā She declared. Next to their names were numbers, slowly those numbers went up on some: Velvet had 35 next her name, while her brother remained at 0.
āHey! Why am i at zero? Vels, what kind of game is this?ā He asked her crossing his arms.
āFame. Money. Adoration. Thatās what they said. So were going to suck this up and come out at the top.ā She grasped her brother by the shoulders. āDo you understand? You do everything I say, exactly how I say it.ā She stated firmly, eyes filled with determination.
āO-okay.ā Veneer stuttered.
āPlayers, please make your ways to the doors in an orderly fasion. Again, please make your way to the doors in an orderly fasion.ā A female voice boomed over the sound system above them. Excitement brewed all aroundā¦For Veneer, it was just nerves and anxiety, hoping that what they got themselves into would be okay. Veneer took his place behind his sister, following her through the doors.
In a single file, everyone one was lead through a maze of staircases. Veneer couldnāt help but reach for his sisters hand as the nerves continue to settle in. Velvet retreated her hand.
āNo.ā She whispered harshly, āNo weakness.ā Veneer nodded. The staircases were endless, twists and turns at every corner. Eventually everyone came to a stop in front of giant doors, all 456 players lined across. Velvet could hear Veneerās shaky breath. She elbowed him, causing him to tense and straighten up. No weakness, he reassured himself.
Within moments the doors swung openā¦odd. The players walked into what was a field, something you would see at school, at the playground, a dirt lot. Straight across the dirt was something pecurliar..
āWhat in the worldā¦ā Velvet murmured.
A giant porcelain doll stood facing them. All the Rageouns took a stance behind the white line looking curiously at the doll. Veneer shook in his shoes, his eyes darting around taking in his surroundings. It looked like they were outside, but the whole enterior of the building was made just to look like it. Veneer know it wasnāt real, becuase he didnāt know what the sun was like, what it felt like. Whatever it was, they mimiced it well, even mimicing what a cool breeze would be like.
āPlayers please take your mark behind the white line.ā The voice boomed again over the speakers. Veneer placed himself right next to Velvet.
āNo. Stand more that way. If weāre going to win this, we need to make it seem like were not a team. Make it seem like were not in it together.ā She whispered. To make it seem like an act, she shoved Veneer away harshly. There was a hurt look in his eyes, this was not the time her wanted to be away from his sister, but she knew best, he had to believe her.
āPlayers. Todayās game will be the simple game of red light-green light. When the doll says green-light, you are too proceed. When she says red-light, you are to stop. Players who do not stop will instantly be illimanted. You goal is to cross the other side of the marked field before time is up.ā The voice said. As if on cue, the doll turned away, facing her back towards the players.
Everyone took their position behind the white line. Veneer stayed near enought to Velvet, keeping a close watch on her. Velvetās focus was the finish lineā¦she had to cross itā¦either her or Veneerā¦they needed to win this..they needed the money. She noticed cameras all around them. Was this being televised? Or were those cameras there to make sure everyone played by the rules? Silence fell upon the players as the timer appeared on the screen up aheadā¦.a pin needle could be echoed through the quietness of the arenaā¦ā¦
ā¦ā¦ā¦..āGreen-light.ā The voice of the doll echoed. 456 Rageouns took off running, hoping to cover as much ground as they could beforeā¦.
āRed-light!ā Everyone froze. The dool whipped her head aroundā¦They were unsure if she could detect movement or not. Then, one Rageoun losted his balance, wiggling a little to catch itā¦..
BANG!
The Rageoun fell limp on the ground. Velvetās eyes widened in horror. Was he? No he couldnāt beā¦.Thatās when she saw the pool of blood forming around his body.
āOhā¦myā¦..ā
A horrific scream echoed in the areanaā¦
BANG!
Then another..
BANG! BANG!
The players soon began connecting what was going on. Most began to runā¦they ran towards the doors which they entered upon. Banging on the doors, screaming and pleading.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
One Rageoun ran into Velvet knocking her to the ground. Quickly she moved her hands to cover her ears. She waited for a bullet to strike her chestā¦but it never did.
BANG! BANG!
She could here the bodies fall to the ground one by one. Velvetās body shook as the terror and realization of what was happening began to come to her. How? How did she get into this?ā¦Her mind went black for a momentā¦
She was headed to The Pit to look for any jobs she could pick up, anything to bring food to the table for her and her brother. This particular night, a stranger came and approached Velvet as she was glancing at the bounties listed.
āI believe Iāve seen you around places.ā The stranger asked her. Velvet turned towards the voice whom spoke to her: It was a tall male adult Rageoun. Pale skin just like all the Rageouns in the under city, stringy dark gray hair strung into dreadlocks that hung to his waist. He wore a red-mucle shirt with dark brown cargo pants. He gave her a sharped, tooth smile.
āWho hasnt? Iām down here practically all the time. Now excuse me.ā She turned to continue to read the list of jobs.
āNot just here sweetheartā¦everywhere in Under Rageous. Youāre a twin arent you?ā He asked. She froze. How did he know? True, her and Veneer were the only twins she has ever seen in Under Rageous, kind of hard to missā¦But this stranger had a particular interest in them. āTwins are rare here in Rageous. Youād attract the eyes whereever you go Iām sure.ā He handed her a card.
āThereās a new competition that Mount Rageous is holding.ā
Velvet was stunned in silence. Mount Rageousā¦.only the wealthy, the somebodies dwelled in Mount Rageous. Why was this word getting to her? Why her and her brother?
āI am scout. Scouting talent and those who seem interesting enough to partake in this competition. Twins would definetly catch the eyeā¦Winner of this competition will recieve a high comensation, fame, adoration. Think about it. Call this number.ā
Velvet looked down at the card. It was a simply cardboad cut with a square, a triangle, and a cirlce printed in the front. Behind, the card was the number.
āWhy? Why me andā¦.ā When Velvet looked up, the guy was gone. She was left alone at the center of the bustling pit. Velvet enveloped the card within her hand to hide it from anyone. He didnāt explain what kind of competition it was, only that it was to be held by those up in Mount Rageous. Velvet glanced up, up past the cloud line. She could see the lights of what was the upper atmosphere. This could be the chance her and her brother had been hoping for.
That night she went home, she hadnāt discussed what had happened to her brother. He lay asleep while she turned the card over and over again in her hand. Should she wake up? Should she tell him? Velvet picked out the window of the small apartment, looking up towards the lights of Mount Rageous. They been working so hard, tyring to save up so much to make it to the topā¦this could finally be their chance. Velvet swung the sheets off of her, tiptoeing to the phone so to not wake her brotherā¦
ā¦.She hesitated at firstā¦.She dialed the number.
ā¦.. Velvets mind came back as she crouched in the arena, clutching her ears, eyes shut tight. Her mind was still ringing as the gunshots continued.
BANG. BANG.
āFame. Money. Loved and adored by many.ā The words echoed through Velvetās mindā¦
BANG! BANG!
A few more sounded before they stoppedā¦.she heard groans, moansā¦ cries of pain and agony.
āPlease do not move when the doll says red-light or else you will be eliminated.ā
Killedā¦.. when they meant eliminated, they actually meant killedā¦. Crouching their in silence, her heart suddenly dropped at the realizationā¦.Her brother.
āVeneerā¦.Veneerā¦.ā Velvet kept repeating his name to herself. She couldnāt look up. She couldnāt move. They were still on red lightā¦.. thatās when she saw a pool of blood getting near her feetā¦. She knew it wasnāt hersā¦.. the blood began engulfing her shoesā¦.She heard a small cry of painā¦..
Oh please noā¦.. please not her brotherā¦. Not Veneerā¦..What had she gotten him intoā¦.
To be continued (?)ā¦.
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Hello friends!
I kinda wanted this post to be a post of encouragement.
Itās something I face every so often, and itās something I realize that Iām not alone in. Many of you may feel this same way too:
I love writing! I love being creative! I love engaging with people and just having fun. But there are days where it gets dark for me. I start going through social media and seeing all the amazing talent out there! The stories, the drawings. Pretty soon I start comparing my work to theirs, my following to theirs.
Soon enough, I find myself in a dark pit, wanting to give everything up because my stuff isnāt as popular or have such a mass followingā¦. I turn into my worse critic. There I days I want to call it quits because I begin to think āwhy am I doing this, no one caresā. I see the popularity and love others receive and dream that one day that be meā¦ but it never is.
It just really, really eats me on the insideā¦ and I have come to a realization that I am not the only who goes through this feeling, and I am hear to tell you that youāre not alone.
Itās okay to feel this way, weāre all only human after all. But whatās not okay is to let that negative feeling win and give up on your passion. Thankfully, Iāve had positive people influence me and council me. And I am here to do the same for you!
Donāt look at the numbers, the following. Hereās my advice: look at the few people who really love your work! The few that support you and are always encouraging you and coming back! Those are the people that keep me going! They hype me up and just get me excited for whatās to come. I greatly appreciate all my pookies (you know who you are) and everyone who just engages with my content.
Look up to these people! The ones who keep cheering you on! If youāre reading his, know that I am cheering on you! Itās better to be surrounded with the few who love and support you. Yes, trust me, there is something flattering about having tons of followers and notifications, but thereās also something poisonous about it if weāre not careful.
Take one step at a time! Eventually youāll get there! Appreciate what you have right now! Experiment with your style and your content! Find what media platform works best for YOU.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT loose your sense of self by trying to copy other people. Thereās nothing wrong with inspiration, but donāt loose yourself. Take it from me; someone whoās try to be someone else just to be accepted. Your style, your content is what makes you, YOU.
Youāre not alone in this feeling, okay? There are days where we can all feel it. I just want to let you know that. I just want to spread what little encouragement I can that has kept me going and hopes that it keeps you going as well.
Youāre doing great!
Love,
dannie
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Inspired by and written for @gabykatttt
Velvet and Veneer are finally released from prison.
Unfortunately, Rageous is done with them. The twins are banished leaving them to the outside world for the first time in their life.
But the anger in Velvet causes a rift, leaving the twins to separate from each otherā¦ for the first time in their life.
For their crimes in Mount Rageous, they served their time in the upper city, under their rules and regulations. The under city didnāt want them. After what they did, nearly exposing the black market that drove the income for the under city, no, Under Rageous would have nothing to do with them. They were doing them favorā¦. People in the under city would definitely kill them.
They were 17 when they went in. Now they were 20. Could they have served more time? Yes, but why waste the resources? Rageous decided to banish them instead. They were left at the gates of Mount Rageous, near the highway that lead out into the rest of the world. There they stood, nothing but the clothes on their backs and duffle bag in hand.
The glitz and glamour gone, faded away, Velvet and Veneer stood there as they wereā¦their true selves. Velvet in her black skin tight mini dress, combat boots, and red hoodie. Veneer wore a similar attire, except for black skinny jeans and his signature purple beanieā¦ a long with a smile on his face. Velvet stared at the bright lights of Mount Rageous shining through the clouds, she peeked over the highway glancing out the dark, gloom below, artificial light barely shining through: Under Rageous. She balled her fists, spitting at the city below, then threw a finger to the clouds in front of her.
āScrew you Rageous!ā She screamed into the air. āI donāt need you!ā Grabbing her duffle bag she marched off farther along the highway. Veneer took a moment. He stared back out Rageousā¦it was the only home heād had, heād known. But no, that wasnāt trueā¦. His home would be wherever Velvet was, thatās all that mattered. Grabbing his duffle bag, he ran after his sister.
āVels! Wait up!ā He called out after her.
Velvet heard his annoying voice. She ignored him and kept walking. For the years they were sentenced in the Mount Rageous Detention Center, she avoided him, ignored him. He tried to reach out to her, but she refused any antic. Her legs kept moving her down the highway on the clouds, the quietness and peace of everything just allowed her thoughts to multiply.
āVels! Why do you walk so fast-whoa!ā Veneer glanced up. The further they got away from Rageous, the clearer the sky became. Veneer saw what the actual sky looked like for the first timeā¦ it wasnāt dull, but rather a beautiful dark blue. Why was it sparkly? Were those diamonds? No, he read about them beforeā¦ they were called stars. As far as Veneer knew, they were the first Rageouns to set foot outside in a long time. When he came back to his senses he saw Velvet drifted farther and farther. Picking up his pace, he ran after his sister.
Velvet neared the end of the highway, the smells of the outside world were hitting her. She continued to walk with no sense of direction as she hugged herself. Velvet could hear footsteps approaching from behind.
āVelsā¦ can youā¦.justā¦. Slow downā¦. For a bitā¦.ā Veneer caught his breath. She rolled her eyes. Glancing back, Rageous was not just a speckā¦had they really walked that far. Velvet turned to face the direction ahead of herā¦. It separated into two roads.
āWhoa.ā Veneer stated as he waked up to the tree that was at the center. It big and beautiful, leaves stemming out from the branches. It was alive, unlike the dead woods in Under Rageous. āVelvet! Look! Leaves! Andā¦ā He touched them. āTheyāre real! Not like the fake crap back in Rageous.ā
Velvet furrowed her brow. He was to happy for his own good, and this frustrated her. How could he be so happy? They had everything, and now they have nothing. What the hell was wrong with him? He touched the giant roots stemming out of the ground, acting like it was a big joke.
āAre you kidding me right now?ā She finally broke her silence after all these years. Finally, she dare speak a word to him. āAre you freaking kidding me right now?ā
āWhat?ā He gaped at her clueless. Did she not see that they were actually surrounding by living trees? That the sky was in fact out there. What was her deal?
āWeāre banished from Rageous Veneer! Doesnāt that bother you one bit?ā She tossed her duffle bag to the ground out of anger.
āHonestlyā¦ no not really.ā He shrugged.
āOh my gosh! And you act as of nothing still! Donāt you remember what happened those years ago! At the Rage Dome? Or are you like seriously pretending nothing ever did happen!?ā
āSeriously Vels? I remember what happened clearly. I remember us nearly killing Floyd just because we wanted to be famous.ā He aired quoted.
āWe were famous Ven!ā She screamed, her voice echoing through the wide empty world.
āWere we really?ā Veneer couldnāt believe itā¦all these years, his sister still thought about the fameā¦ she still longed for it. āVelvet, it was all a lie. None of it was really real because we werenāt really real. Iāll admit, it felt good for a little whileā¦but we were living a lie. Iām happier now Vels.ā
āAARRGGG!ā She through her hands up in the air in frustration. āYouāre such an idiot Veneer! The only reason you ever made it this far was because of me! ME! Maybe I shouldāve taken that gig up on my own and left YOU to rot in Under Rageous. I still wouldāve been up on top, not out here in this godforsaken place stuck with the worst, most idiotic person ever! Not to mention ungrateful. Everything I did for you Veneer! And you throw that under the bus for some stupid Troll. I wish you were never born, I wish that stupid sickness wouldāve just you; save me the trouble! I HATE YOU VENEER!ā
Veneer silently held back tears as her words stung his heart. āā¦You donāt mean that..ā He said almost silently.
āI mean EVERY. SINGLE. WORD!ā There was a glint of discuss and hatred in her eyes that her brother had never seen, expecially towards him. āYou know what I shouldāve done.ā She walked straight up to him. Out of fear he backed away, stumbing and falling on top of a root of the tree that stuck outā¦.Her shadow casing over himā¦.
āI shouldāve taken that solo gig. Thatās right, they offered me a solo career. They saw potential in me. They saw how I had everyone eating out of my hands. But you know what I saidā¦She shoved him, causing him to fall off the root and onto the ground. āI said no! I said no because of you! You stupid, stupid, idiot! I said no because I was thinking of you! And this is how you repay me!ā
Veneer clenched his hands into fist as he stood up to face herā¦She was still taller than himā¦and she always would be.
āI was thinking of you to Velvet! You were going crazy! You didnāt see what I saw that day at the Rage Dome! Itās like I wasnāt even looking at my sister! I was staring at some evil, greedy monster. A shell of what you were! You were going crazy, something about that Trolls essence was making you loose your mind Vels! I couldnāt risk it. I was afraid of loosing you!ā he finally confessed. All these yearsā¦he shouldve told her why he did what he did. Yes, it was because of nearly killing Floyd, but it was also the fact that he saw a madness in Velvet that day, a madness that truly put fear in his heart. But judging by the look she was giving himā¦she didnāt believe him, she didnāt believe him, or she didnāt care.
āDidnāt want to loose me huh?ā She walked back and picked up her duffle bag. āYou did the moment you opened your stupid big mouth.ā She began walking down the left road. Veneer quickly went over to pick up his bag and began to follow her. Velvet turned around and violently pushed him to the ground again. āDONT YOU DARE FOLLOW ME! WEāRE DONE VENEER! GROW UP AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! I NEVER. EVER. EVER. EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!ā She screamed, her breathing heavy out of anger.
āVelsā¦Youā¦You donāt mean thatā¦āHe said softly again, tears coming to his eyes.
āGO AWAY! GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SERIOUSLY HURT YOU! JUST LIKE YOUāVE HURT ME! YOUāRE DEAD TO ME VENEER!ā She kicked dirt in his face before walking away from him.
āVels.ā He called out as he still sat on the ground. āVELS!ā He screamed. He scrambled to his feet trying to pick up his bag. Veneer was distraught, hurt, lost, he stubbled step after step, continueing to fall down to the ground, tears stining his eyes. āVELS!ā Her figure grow smaller and smaller the farther she walked, the farther she got away from him. His vision blurred as tears began running down his eyes.
His heart began racing as the loneliness set inā¦.his anixety taking control of his body as his breathing heavied and his heart pace quickened. He scrambled back near the roots of the tree and hugged his knees. If he got up now, he could still catch up to herā¦ he could still fixā¦but he felt that no matter what, Velvet was done with him, seriously done. Three years ago at the Rage Dome, he didnāt want to looseā¦.but he did, he lost herā¦she hated him.
Burying his face into his knees he began to cry; they echoed into the cold night. Slowly he began to accept that he was truly alone now, that Velvet was done with him. Where could he go? He was banished from Rageous, Velvet would continue to turn him away or abadon him somewhere worseā¦Perhaps he should continue walking untilā¦
āOh!ā He lifted his tear stricken face away from his knees. He grabbed his duffle bag and began digging around for themā¦.the letters he would write to Floyd. Veneer had placed them into a box he made while at the Detention Center. They were denied visitors, but the little Troll continued to write to Veneer in those three years of isolationā¦Velvet would never respond to her letters. He shuffled and went through every single one, until he came upon the letter he was looking for:
Veneer,
So glad to hear you guys will be getting out soon! Since youāre free now, how about a visit to Pop Troll Village? Poppy and the rest agreed that a visit would be okay, even healing for all of us. Write to me as soon as you guys plan to head over so we can have things prepared! Donāt know where to go? Donāt worry, I attached a map I made during my travels. I really hope to see you guys again one day. I wonder how much youāve matured, itās been what, three years?
Hope to hear from you soon buddy,
Floyd.
Veneer turned over the letter to find the map that connected Ragous to the location of Pop Troll Village. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He didnāt know what to expect out there. This world was completely new to him. Unlike that ānatureā in Rageous, it was alive. Perhaps though, unlinet the Rageous Woods, it wasnāt as dangerous? He only hoped, and there was only one way for him to find out. Veneer stood up, swung his duffle bag over his shoulder, and began walking oppostite from the road Velvet walked down. He was half way down when he suddenly stopped. Veneer turned to the direction his sister walked off too, tears slwoly coming back.
āGood-bye, Velsā¦.Good luckā¦.Love you sis.ā He murmured wiping his tears awayā¦.He made his treck towards Pop Troll Village.
ā¦to be continued (?)
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I found this storyboard and It reminded me of your Fanfic! āGive. It. Back!ā ā¤ļø
No!! Please tell this was not something that could have been that they edited out š„ŗ aaahhh Dreamworks! So much potential.
Give. It. Back
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Velvet HC
Velvet always felt like it was her responsibility to take care of her ālittleā brother, especially during the times Veneer got sick and spent days in the hospital.
She grew up quickly, and Veneer desperately tried to catch up. The words ātake care of your brother Velvetā always rang through her mind. Especially growing up in the under city where people showed no mercy for the weakā¦ She knew Veneer would be eaten alive.
This made her make decisions for him, thinking she knew what was best. Because she was his sister, Veneer believed her. He wasnāt happy, but he followed his sisters steps because he didnāt want to hurt her or loose her in anyway.
Unfortunately, she began to grew manipulative towards and somewhat toxic. Her decisions is what got them into the whole game ordeal in the first placeā¦ eventually leading to their downfall.
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@saucytango had done an artwork to this piece of mine! She is absolutely amazing! I love her art style, Iām sure anyone would too! Check her out here on Tumblr or TikTok here saucytango ā¤ļø
Feeling helpless, Velvet is out of options as her brother lays in the hospital bed.
The label is done with him and plans to move on, but not Velvet.
After all, whatās a life without your little ray of sunshine?
It was all over the news.
Superstars Velvet and Veneer to cancel tour after Veneer faints on stage!
Veneer on something? Superstar suddenly collapses on stage during first performance of their tour.
The accusations angered Velvet the mostā¦. They didnāt know what Veneer was going through, what he had been going through all his life.
In her bag, was Floyd, still trapped in his diamond prison. She brought him attempting to spritz her brother as he lay there in the hospital bed in a coma, tubes coming out his body attempting to keep him alive. The spritz didnāt workā¦. Veneer didnāt wake up. All Velvet could do was stare at her brotherā¦ she placed a hand over his, holding it, giving it a tight squeezeā¦ hoping he would wake up.
āā¦itās not fairā¦ā She whispered just barely enough where Floyd could hear. āIām sorryā¦ You donāt deserve thisā¦ any of this.ā
āVelvetā¦ā Floyd called out. The doors then bursted openā¦ the doctor came in, followed by a womanā¦Velvet gruntedā¦. It was the assistantā¦ their managers assistantā¦ of course the coward wouldnāt dare show themselves as always.
āLeave us.ā The assistant commanded the doctor. The doctor looked concerned between Velvet and the other woman, but she simply nodded and left. The assistant waited a moment to make sure no ears would hear.
āYour brother is done. His contract is over.ā She said.
āWait, what?ā Velvet asked.
āHeās no use now is he?ā She asked pointing at him. āHeās done. She will no longer have him as part of the plan. Besides, havenāt you heard the rumors that have sparking up? Sheāll have none of that.ā
āAre you freaking kidding me? Heās sick! And he wouldnāt have gotten this bad if you had just allowed me enough money for his treatments!ā Velvet screamed.
āQuiet down honey. The Troll shouldāve worked.ā The assistant said. Floyd was quiet, hearing every little thingā¦ so they were the ones to tell them about the Trolls.
āBut it didnāt! It made him worse! Itās like poisoned him!ā Velvet exclaimed. Floydās heart sank. He looked at Veneer lying motionless on the hospital bed. I did this? Iā¦. I poisoned him? Floydās body began to tremble has he held in his tears.
āYour brother didnāt have it. He was the runt of the litter, isnāt that what you had called him?ā The woman said. Velvet bit her tongue. āAs for you, you were born to be a star. Your manager still isnāt done with you. Now grab the little Troll and letās get going.ā She said as she began to walk away.
āI am not leaving him.ā Velvet said as she stood by her brotherās side. The woman turned to Velvet, a malicious look in her eyes.
āOkay. Suit yourself. Remember, your brother is a ticking time bomb. He wonāt last the month, but we can make it much sooner than it should be. Iāll give you some time to mull over that.ā The woman smirked as she left Velvet alone.
She sat herself back down on the chair next to Veneers bed sideā¦. She knew that muchā¦. Veneer wasnāt going last the monthā¦ she knew her time with him was now limited. Even if somehow she could get the treatments now, it wouldnāt be enough. A small voice disturbed her thoughts.
āā¦. Did I do this to him? Iām a killing him?ā She turned to see Floyd peeking through his tiny diamond, a sadness in his eyes. She wanted to blame him and say yesā¦. But it wasnāt his faultā¦ she felt that it was hers.
āNoā¦. No this is all my fault.ā She did not take her eyes off her brother as she spoke. āWith mom and dad goneā¦ I didnāt know what to doā¦ I grewā¦ desperate. And I signed a deal with the devil. Now Iām paying for it.ā Tears began streaming down her face. āVeneer wasā¦ he was born smaller than I wasā¦ it took him awhile to grow. Then the sickness cameā¦ it come and go. I thought it was gone for sure, but it came back stronger than ever..I didnāt know what to do.ā She buried her face in her hands.
She had grown desperate, like any sibling would have. All this time, she did truly care for Veneer. Whatever that woman, those people thought, a Troll couldnāt help. Whatever this essence of theirs they were absorbing, it hadnāt made him betterā¦. It made him worse. Floyd felt like he owed it to them, to help them at least.
āā¦ I can help. We can help. The Trolls. Weāll get you out of this mess.ā Floyd said. Even through this mess and torture, he still wanted to help them. They didnāt deserve his kindnessā¦ā¦
Some moments of silence passed before Velvet made up her mind.
She reached into her bag and grabbed the small diamond. Velvet walked over to the windowsill and opened it. She then open the diamond bottle and shook Floyd free.
āJust go please.ā She said in a distant voice. The small Troll looked at her in surpriseā¦. Did he just release him?
āV-Velvet.ā He said.
āJust leave before I change my mind.ā She told him again.
āIāll come back.ā Floyd declared looking at her then Veneer. āIāll come back with reinforcement. Weāll break you guys free and weāll help Veneer get betterā¦. I promiseā¦ I canāt leave you guys like thisā¦ I understand now.ā Floyd said looking back up at Velvet. He hesitated, but he placed a hand on her thumb. āMy brothers are out there. Once I find them, Iāll be back.ā
āSure. Okay.ā She said. Floyd nodded up at her. With a single swoop of his hair, he was goneā¦.
Truth wasā¦ she didnāt doubt Floyd would return, she knew he wouldā¦ but her and Veneer would be long gone. Veneer would succumb to his sicknessā¦. And Velvetā¦ Well, the moment that woman would come and see Floyd had been set freeā¦.. she was as good as dead. But it didnāt matterā¦ this life wasnāt worth it if Veneer wouldnāt be around anymore.
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Oooh! What if Veneer looks back on the good times he and Velvet had with Floyd like how Merida looked back on a childhood memory of her mom, remembers what Floyd means to him, frees him, and urges him to leave? With the parting being similar to how Poppy and Bridget parted.
Also, with the context of Floyd being V&V's father figure and V&V having known him since they were thirteen, I don't think it would make sense for Veneer to refer to Floyd as a little guy.
No definitely not. But Iād like think the poison of too much Troll essence alters your brain chemistry. Some reality and illusion tend to collide. Veneer would loose those memories of what Floyd really mean to him.
First of all, Brave is one of my all time favorite movies!! And omg yess!! That would be the sweetheart gesture, sweetest moment they could share! The bracelet in this story derives from the my story here :
Let Go
They did it.
Velvet and Veneer had won the Lifer Award. They were at the top, and thatās where Velvet, and their manager, intended for them to stay. But at what cost? Nearly the cost of the life of a little Troll who was once dear to them.
Floyd was on the brink of deathā¦. There was still no sign of Brozone. Veneer surely thought that their performance at the Rage Doom wouldāve killed him, but the little Troll had a lot of fight.
All this because Veneer got mad at him, because he grew afraid that Floyd wouldāve really left himā¦ so he trapped him. Now here they were, literally sucking the life out of him.
Veneer tossed and turned that night. He couldnāt sleep, as if memories were trying to come back to him. He knew at one point the Troll meant something to him. Heād have dream at night, dream about the small Troll caring for them. But those were just dreams werenāt they? Dreams about something he truly desiredā¦. A family.
Veneer took a deep breath and finally closed his eyes, humming to himself a tune he heard a while ago. As he drifted, the dreams started coming back to him:
In this dream he awoke one morning to find a box slid under his door. He went over, knelt down and opened it. There was a note:
Veneer,
Thereās so much I want to give you. So much Iād do for you and your sister, but the means right now wonāt allow it. This is a little something from culture I want to pass down to you. I hope it fits. And I hope you love itās.
Love, Floyd.
Opening the box was a bracelet, a bracelet woven together with bright colors of string and yarn. He couldnāt remember why he was feeling sad, but he felt that sadness go away. Joy came to Veneer as he put the bracelet on. He ran to his drawer and took a paper and penā¦.
In another dream, it was Veneer crying alone. He came home from school one day and went straight toward his room. He avoided anyone so not to worry them, but the one little person who noticed was Floyd. He silently entered Veneers room, tiptoeing to the closet where he could hear the young Rageouns cry, Veneer was 16 at the time.
āVen?ā Floyd called out.
āIām fine! My tummy just hearts.ā Veneer lied. Floyd didnāt take any chances. He pushed open the closet door. Floyd found Veneer curled up at the corner of his closet, his face hidden between his knees.
āVen?ā The small Troll crawled up on Veneers knees, placing a small hand on his head. āVen, look at me.ā Veneer slowly but surely lifted his head. āVen! What, what happened?ā
His right eye was bruised, lip split open.
āTheyā¦ I donāt know they all make fun of meā¦ why the other kids my age donāt like me. Am I really that strange? That different?ā Veneer sobbed back into his knees.
āNo! Donāt you dare think that! People who punish you for being who you are afraid of you. Itās because youāre different that your special.ā Floyd declared.
āI just want a friend Floydā¦.just one friend.ā
āItās better to be surrounded by the few who love you than those who wouldnāt care. Youāll make that friend one day, Ven. I love you for who you and your sister both are.āā¦ā¦.
Veneers eyes bursted wide open.
He sat up on his bed. Throwing the sheets off of him, he marched to his drawer. Something came to his mind. He wasnāt sure if it was a memory, or just a dream. Opening a small compartment, he stuck his hand inside, rummaging around, wondering if heād find itā¦.. There was nothing. He was about to give up hope untilā¦Veneers hand fell upon something. Pulling it out he saw itā¦..
The bracelet from his dreamā¦. Only it wasnāt a dream, those were all memories. Floyd really had meant something to them. And not just a mere friendā¦ but familyā¦. A father. Clenching his fists, Veneer took a deep breath and walked out his door.
Floyd laid inside the encased diamond. He wasnāt sure how he survived the Rage Dome show, but he was glad that his brothers werenāt there yet, it meant they were safe somewhere. He heard the door open in whatever room he was in, too weak to look upā¦ Floyd slowly began to except that he breath he took wouldāve been his last.
Floyd could feel the diamond be liftedā¦ he opened his eyes to see who it was, but everything was a blur. He was weak, so, so weak. The small Troll could hear a voice, faint, and familiar, but he couldnāt make it out.
Floyd felt the diamond move and shake gently. He body slowly rolled out of the diamond, on to something warm.
āFloyd?ā The voice was sad, it seemed like tears were in his eyes. āFloyd. Please move. Please do something.ā The small manger to turn his head slightly towards the object in which the voice was coming from.
āā¦..Veneerā¦.ā His words soft, barely audible. Floyd closed his eyes, his breaths becoming slower.
āPlease donāt did Floyd! I remember now. I remember everything. I donāt know why I couldnāt, but I do now. Please stay with me. Iām sorry Floyd! I didnāt mean to trap you in the diamond. I was scared of you leaving me. I didnāt want you to leave.ā Veneer said through tears.
The Troll made no acknowledgements, no movement, he continued just lie there motionless, breaths becoming slower and slower.
āFloyd please.ā He cried again, caressing the small Troll in his hand. āIām sorry! I-I canāt loose another oneā¦I canāt loose another dad.ā He cried, tears slowly rolling down his face. āVelvet is sorry too, I know she is. She just has to remember just like me. And she will. Pleaseā¦.Please dad.ā
Floyd slowly opened his eyes. He turned to look at Veneer, his eyes were closed, head resting against his arms as he still held Floyd. He suddenly saw the young 13 year old he met. The curious boy who saved him and brought him inā¦.
āIām sorry for almost leaving you guys.ā Floyd managed to say, his color slowly return to him. Veneer lifted his head, his eyes filled with happiness as the small Troll slowly started to come back. Veneer nuzzled the Troll close to his face.
It felt like old times, they were just missing Velvetā¦ but it occurred to Veneer that Floyd wasnāt safe. No matter if he and Velvet remembered, their manager would find a way to get her hands on the Troll and the rest of his family. Veneer stood up and walked over towards a vent. Taking off the cover, he peered insideā¦ it seemed safe enough for Floyd, they had to lead somewhere.
Sensing a shift in behavior, Floyd gathered the strength to stand.
āVen?ā
āā¦.You have to goā¦.ā
āWhat?ā Floyd peered down the vent Veneer motioned too. āNo! Not without you. Not without Velvet. We leave together! I learned my lesson. I let you fall into the hands of that evil woman whoās done nothing but abuse and groom you!ā
āYou have to go. Go find your brothersā¦. Your family.ā Gently wrapping his hand around Floyd, Veneer held him over the vent. The Troll held a firm grasp on his hand, hugging his thumb.
āYou guys are my family too! Iām done leaving family behind.ā Floyd hugged Veneers thumb tightly, tears going down his face. Veneer smiled softly.
āYou have to let go.ā
āNo!ā He held on tighter.
āā¦.Im sorry.ā Veneer wrapped his other hand around Floyd gently, pulling his little embrace away. He held him over the vent and let go. Veneer covered the vent so Floyd couldnāt manage using his hair to climb back up. Tears rolled down his face as he heard Floyd call out his name as he went downā¦
But he was freeā¦ Veneer only had to deal with what consequences lay ahead.
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Hi Dannie! Iām sure youāve seen these storyboards on insta but showing them to you in case you missed them. Originally Vels would spray Veneer with troll even when he said he didnāt want it. Itās funny but it really showed how much she doesnāt listen to him. Really good character moments. Your stories are so good so whenever I find something inspiring I send it your way
Iāve only seen like one frame of this story board! Now that I see all of it I get the whole context. These are pieces I wish they wouldāve left in the movie to see these character moments just like you said! So much was left out on these two characters that I wish they kept in. Poor Vennie though š„ŗ Let see, Iām going to go based off the first 4 shots:
Just Once More
Veneer stared at himself in his vanities mirror. Except for his green little swoop of hair, he didnāt recognize the boy staring back at him. Golden attire, blue diamond boots, cyan eye shadow.
āIs this really you Ven.ā He said to himself. Veneer couldnāt help but feel a change, a shift in who he was. But was it a change for the better? Did he really want this? The door to the dressing room bursted open.
āTime for dress rehearsal!ā Velvet blurted out. She quickly tossed him a diamond perfume bottle. Catching it in his hands, Veneer looked insideā¦ a Troll, a small little innocent Troll. She looked at Veneer terrified.
āMake sure to get a good spritz in. Now letās go!ā Velvet chimed turning her heels to walk out.
The little Troll already looked so fragile, so weak. Veneer figured she wouldnāt last another spritz. He placed his hand on the pump, his eyes meeting hers. She moved as close to the edge of the perfume bottle as she could, hugging her knees, shaking in fear, her eyes never moving from Veneers. How old was she? Did she have a family? Brother or sister?ā¦ Someone she loved?ā¦. He couldnāt do it. Veneer set the perfume bottle aside and followed after his sister.
āARRRGGGHHH!ā Velvet screamed into the mic of the studio booth. Veneer cringed as the sound echoed into his headphones. āItās still not good enough!ā
āMaybe we just need a break? Oh, and maybe some practice. Without the Trolls.ā He gestured.
āWhat we NEED is more Troll! Especially if we want to make it to the Rage Dome show!!ā Velvet took off her headphones and marched back into the booth. Veneer sighed and followed after her.
āWhere is it? Whereās the little Troll?ā She demanded.
āSheās back at the dressing room. Why?ā Veneer placed a hand on his hip.
āCrimp! Go get her now! We need another spritz!ā
āReally Vels? Again?ā
āWeāre so close to getting everything Veneer! We canāt give up now!ā Crimp came walking in with the diamond that held the little Troll, shivering again in fear. āYou go first. I donāt think you had enough. No offense little bro, but your voice was lagging it just a tiny bitā¦ā
āNo.ā Veneer suddenly cutting her off. Velvet was taken back, a look of surprise crossed her face as she furrowed her brows at her brother.
āWhat did you just say?ā
āNo. Iām done using Trolls. Letās just practice Vels! Have you ever heard of lip syncing anyways? I mean, look at the poor thing!ā Veneer pointed at the diamond. The small little Troll let out smile toward him, hopeful that perhaps sheād be freed. Velvet noticed the look of admiration the Troll was giving Veneerā¦ and she didnāt like it one bit. Velvet scowled at her brother as he kept yapping.
āIām not saying we should tell the truth, but letās stop living a lie just for once. Oh! Instead of essence maybe they can tutor us! Be our personal coaches! We can do this on our own Vels! We just need practice! We can- What are you doing?ā He asked as she began to lean towards him. She lifted the diamond towards his face. āVels no! I donāt-!ā
Velvet spritz the essence in his face before he could get out another word out. Veneer coughed and choked at the amount of essence Velvet prayed on him. He did his best to inhale the least he could, but choking on it made it hard as he gasped for air.
A tingling sensation expanded throughout his body. He didnāt know what it was. It felt like some sort of high, his mind and vision blurring back and forth, trying to defer what was reality and what wasnāt. A sense of euphoria spreading through his body for just a moment... it feltā¦ good.
He finally stopped gagging, breathing heavily as the sensation in his body calmed down a bit. He was holding his stomach, a sort of scowl on his face.
āWhat was that!ā Veneer exclaimed as he held on to his throat. Velvet reached over to push in his tongue that was slightly hanging out.
āThe feeling of stardom!ā Velvet looked down at the diamond and frowned. āUgh! Really! I knew I shouldnāt have sprayed you with that much. Time to restock the supply!ā Velvet tossed the diamond in her hand towards the trash can as she walked out the studio room. A confused expression crossed Veneers face. He walked towards the trash can to peer at the diamond.
āOh noā¦.ā
Picking up the diamond, he noticed the little Troll inside was not moving, she no longer bore the colors she had a moment ago. Her eyes were closed; she looked so peaceful. Veneer opened the diamond and gently shook the little Trolls body into his hand. He gently stroked her little face.
āā¦. Iām sorryā¦ā He whispered, a look of despair crossing his faceā¦. They wereā¦ killers. Tears began to stream down. How could they get themselves out of this one? How could they have known doing what they did would kill a little Troll? No matter what Veneer said, they would forever be murderers now.
āā¦Iām so, so sorryā¦ā He didnāt even ask her name. He didnāt even know if she had a familyā¦ and they had just taken that away from her. He heard his sister renter the room.
āSeriously! Youāre crying over a Troll.ā
āWe need to stop Vels.ā
āNo! Weāre so close to the top. Once weāre at the top, weāll stop I promise. We just need a little bit more Troll. Heās our last one so we got to manage!ā She extended her hand and shook the diamond. Inside was a fresh new little Trollā¦.Dark pink hair, bluish skin, it was a boy this time. He banged against the diamond prison.
āHey! Let me out!ā Floyd screamed. āGuys, come on donāt do this to me.ā
āYou asked for it Troll. Tell him Ven.ā
Floyd looked desperately at Veneer who only turned away to avoid his gaze; the Trolls words still stinging his heart.
āVeneer, please. Iām sorry. I didnāt mean what I said.ā
But the Rageoun didnāt respond, he only continued to hold and caress the little dead Troll in his hands.
āSee! You asked for this!ā Velvet said holding the diamond to meet her eyes. āYou reap what you sow, Floyd. Veneer! Get rid of that one. Itās grossing me out. We have a show to practice for.ā Velvet was once again was gone.
Standing up, Veneer began to head towards a hall that lead him to the outside. He was going to bury her, properly.
He walked towards the center plaza of the studio that had a huge artificial tree blooming from the center. Fortunately, it was āplantedā in dirt, to make it seem real. Using one hand, Veneer dug a tiny hole. In the other he still held the small Troll. He looked at her one last time.
āYou didnāt deserve this. I- I couldnāt save you. I didnāt even try. Iām sorry.ā He cried. He placed a small kiss on her little face. Veneer gently placed her in the hole and covered her up.
Thoughts began to race his mind. Was this worth it? Could this be Floyd? But his sister, she worked hard to get them here, to get them to a fabulous, better life. He had to do it, he had to do it for her. Memories of the euphoria he felt raced in again. The feeling of confidence, of dominance. It was pleasing.
Besides, Floyd wasnāt who Veneer thought he was. He thought Floyd truly caredā¦ but he never did. He wasnāt their friendā¦ not anymore. Yet, he still didnāt want to hurt him. If they were careful maybe they wouldnāt?
So perhapsā¦ just one more time wouldnāt hurt.
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Under Rageous
Pictures found on Pinterest for concept on the under city and woods that surround it.
Read here for Under Rageous Backstory
Under Rageous is the city below the cloud line of Mount Rageous, they are known as the working districts.
Rageouns that live in Under Rageous differ in look than that of the Rageouns in the upper atmosphere. It began with the isolation of those ādefectedā. Unfortunately, as time went by, those in Under Rageous are in arms way when it comes to the toxic waste released by Mount Rageousā¦and of their own doing. It has cause mutations to the people of Under Rageous as generations go by.
Read here Under Rageouns.
Mount Rageous is already deprived of natural light as itās hidden in the clouds. The under city hardly has any light as the upper atmosphere blocks out or absorbs what ever little light can come through. Most of the under city is dependent on artificial light, giving it a cybernetic feel.
Like the upper atmosphere, they are heavily reliant on technology. Though they are not equipped with the newest or most updated (it all gets sent to Mount Rageous) they make do with what they got.
Being the working districtās, everything is manufactured in the under city. It is the source of Mount Rageousā most valuable resources of jewels and elements. The under city doesnāt see a dime of these resources, yet its inhabitants work day and night. They are able to scrap what leftovers they can get, but itās hardly enough.
Instead of school, work is taught as a trait at a young age. Many children are off on their own by 17 since their families can hardly afford to be keeping them in the house. Many at the age (rather any age) seek extra work in what is called The Pit. Bounties are placed here in which dangerous jobs pay handsomely. These jobs can come from within Under Rageous or sent by someone desperate from the upper city. Many of these jobs take the people out to the dangerous Rageous Woods to collect resources.
A black market runs in the under city that illegally collect valuable items to see in amount Rageous. One of these valuable resources is Troll. Under Rageous are know to absorb their essence, a trait that some of the upper atmosphere want. Those in the under city sell Trolls at a handsomely large priceā¦ itās the one resource the upper city cannot get full control of.
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The law here is as shifting and uncertain as its people. Many follow the ādefend your own mottoā causing its people to form some sort of factions to protect themselves from one another. Most of the time these factions can coexist peacefully, distributing and dividing work that is essential and fitting, but there are times where the heads of the factions bicker, causing turf wars here and there.
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Rageous Woods
The Rageous Woods are a perfect example of abused nature. The woodlands surrounding Rageous have been deprived of natural resources as those in Under Rageous salvage and salvage. Meanwhile, the upper atmosphere tends to dispose of its toxic waste unruly, causing a sort of mutation in the woods and its creatures.
As time went by, the Rageous Woods has been deemed as one of the most dangerous in the lands. Its creatures there are nothing like anyone has seen, nothing compared to the colorful creatures that surrounded the Troll world, or the gloomy creatures of the Bergen world. The creatures are vicious. Itās unknowing if it is in their nature or something mutated in them by the toxic waste.
It has been deprived of its beauty. As generations went by, Rageouns have lost the sight of what nature is, being born and raised in an artificial world. It has become a topic of myth.
The Rageous woods is where Floyd had first ended up when he ventured out alone. He eventually made it to the gates of Under Rageous where he would then be found by Velvet and Veneer.
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