Not much just short lil stories. (Some Veneer X Kid Ritz)

Veneer legs go brr. Also first attempt at... angst??

"Ugh Veneer what happened out there, you totally choked dude!" It was their last performance. Just a few more minutes and Veneer would have been home free. Just a few more minutes was all he had to do all he had to hold out for. But he couldn't much to Velvets annoyance. 

The walk to their dressing room was agony, each step felt like shards of glass pricking into his foot and sending sharp electric pains through his legs and up to his hips. Velvet slammed the door open, shaking the walls and the vanity that pressed up against it, startling Floyd who was previously sleeping. 

Velvet sat down on the chair next to the vanity and just for whatever fun she got out of it, shook around the diamond cage that kept Floyd trapped, bouncing him roughly against the walls and having his face take most of the landing. Veneer collapsed onto the couch and sighed. It was over. They could go home now. Nothing  to do anymore he was sure of it. 

"Velvs put the troll down. He didn't do nothing." 

Velvet rolled her eyes and scoffed as she roughly set the diamond bottle back onto the vanity. Choosing instead to fix her makeup, convinced it'd smudged during their performance. Veneer still sat on the couch, but it wasn't out of relaxation anymore, tears pooled in his eyes as he struggled to get up and off the couch. 

"I don't understand whats wrong with you Veneer." Velvet spoke in a scornful tone. "We were so close and you couldn't even finish the rest of the routine" still keeping her eyes on herself in the mirror and she fixed her lipstick and applied yet another coat of nail polish. Veneer no longer sat on the couch but now laid on the floor a loud thud accompanied him and at this Velvet finally turned around. 

Tears streamed down his face now, no stopping whatever ugly crying face he made and sniffles that escaped him. He couldn't move. His legs refusing to respond, like usual. Dragging him down as if 100 pound weights had been sewn into his skin.  He was trying desperately now, grabbing at the couch and the coffee table that stood next to it. Trying in vain to pull himself up and stand on his legs once more. But he couldn't. 

At this sight Velvet froze. Realizing that Veneers usual state was returning. She'd hoped that after 7 years of doctors visits and 3 more years in physical therapy he would be able to pull his own weight around freely and independently. Like he used to before... 

Her eyes looked over to Crimp who had been standing there and watching. Just staring. Anger bubbled in Velvet at that sight. 

" CRIMP! Either make yourself USEFUL or GET. OUT." 

Crimp scurried off into the hallways and somewhere far from the twins and Velvets potential wrath. Floyd watched as all this happened. Still staring on as Veneer sat on the floor with a blank expression as slow streams poured out of his eyes. Thats all he could do was watch. Velvet made her way over to Veneer and kneeled down next to him. Wearing what Floyd thought was a sympathetic expression of sorts. 

Velvet moved under brothers arm and said brother snapped. 

"I can do this on my own" seemingly ignoring the tears and the fact that he couldn't even lift himself up without his legs wobbling under his weight and giving back out all over again. He moved his arm away from her crossing them as he did so. Velvet didn't say anything. Just sat with him. 

"No. You can't." Velvet shed a small mascara dyed tear. Quickly wiping it away and looking to the opposite of her brother. Veneer uncrossed his arms as more tears quickly fell and his breaths shortened, he knew he couldn't. Thats what all the doctors told him too. What the doctors made very clear to Velvet, who was somehow his primary care taker. He knows that it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what he tries or who he goes to. Its always the same. His legs always going back to their previous useless state. 

"i-im-mm s-so-sorr-y" was all Veneer could say. Struggling to stop the stabbing in his throat and the tears that stung his eyes. Velvet for what seemed like the first time in a long time, stayed quiet. Hugging Veneer and rubbing his back as he let it out. She knew that her brother was just stuck like this. Somedays he could sort of just wobble every where. Using his crutches to get places and others. Others he just couldn't. Those days are where it hurt the most. The days where both twins were struck with his reality all over again. 

Finding out the trolls could give you some of the most angelic chords was an amazing discovery. Finding they could temporarily make her brother walk like normal or at all was like finding the lost city of Atlantis. But it didn't matter how many times she had to force her brother to spray himself nor did it matter when he used it on his own free will. It was always the same outcome. The same ending. 

Velvet grabbed Veneers arm and slung it around her shoulder and used her 2 years worth of muscle building to lift up her brother. Veneer was still upset with himself but took the help his sister gave. Stumbling along and almost tripping her on their way to the car. Sitting him the passengers seat as she walked back inside. Grabbing Floyd. 

"You know it only makes him worse right?" 

Velvet didn't answer. Freezing up.  She knew, how couldn't she. Veneer always complained about the pains he experienced when the essence had eventually worn out.

"You can't fix him" 

Velvet decided she didn't want to hear this troll speak anymore. Quickly tossing him into her bag as she ran back out to her car. Hopping into the drivers side. They were quiet the whole ride. Neither siblings nor the troll spoke. Velvet lost in her thoughts as Veneer snored in the back. 

Of course she knew that she couldn't fix her brother. There was nothing anyone could do to fix her brother. To change what happened that day. To right her wrong. But she didn't want to think about. She didn't want to face it just yet. Maybe she could. Maybe something would come out. Some kind of product. She just had to keep the hope in her mind and in Veneers heart. 

It was hard. She struggled with that and she knew her brother was starting to accept his fate again. He put on a hopeful face and a cheerful smile for her. But he knew. He knew that he couldn't be fixed. Doctors made sure to drill that into the both of them. Only one of the twins still clung to a hope. Calling the doctors that diagnosed and recommended all the surgeries and years of physical therapy for her baby brother quack. Yelling about how they didn't know what they were talking about. 

They were so close to finding something new. Anything new. There was still hope. She knew it. There just had to be. She knew it.