𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙒𝘼𝙍

Sister?

It's been hours. No days, since John Dory last came to save us. And those days haven't been fun. The roots of your (h/c) hair have been growing white, and half of your feet were turning clear. And all you could do is sleep and let them suck the life out of you in this diamond perfume bottle. You groaned in annoyance, getting a bit crazy and impatient, maybe it's because you haven't eaten anything or was it because you've been expecting that John Dory would come sooner and help the both of you, but I guess what you said last time will still remain as the reality.

You sighed dryly, laying down on the glass floor like a star fish. You can't help but keep turning around right and left, trying your best to sleep and escape from the things you expect too much. Bored, you couldn't also help but sing and hum a few popular songs the twins sang these days.

"RAGH!" You yelped, quickly sitting up, and realized you're getting used to these stuff like their reused songs they sing at their concerts going all replay that it really is making you crazy. You quickly slaped your mouth using both of your hands, slowly turning your head at Floyd, who was still asleep. And the twins you say? You didn't even bother and decided not to look in their eyes.

The twins, on the other hand, just raised a brow at you, both taking a glance at each other. Later on, they just rolled their eyes and let you be in your own tiny world.

You sighed in defeat. God, you keep on sighing, too. What's with me today!

"Knock knock, almost show time." A voice from the outside room made everyone look at the door, especially Floyd waking up from his sleep. He needs it. To be honest, He's turning pale and clear more than you. The roots of his hair start to turn white. You didn't even notice that Floyd looked at you, "Hey." He said, waking you up from your thoughts. You flinched at him, and you nodded in reply and quickly looked away.

"Ugh, no sign of brozone." Velvet complains in her seat after fixing her earing, "No. But I have an idea. We could practice."Veneer suggested sitting up

Velvet turns her chair at Veneer as she laughs, "I wanna be famous, but I’m not gonna work for it. Ew." She gagged

You rolled your eyes at her. What's the point of having the lyrics, 'If you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work Gotta work, gotta work bla bla bla."

Veneer stood up, "Come on. We used to make up little dances together all the time, remember? Hip, hip. Twist. Flip." He danced, you slay Veneer.

You sighed as you watched them banter, suddenly, Floyd knocked at you, "psst y/n," he whispered. You turned at him, raising a brow. "Play dead." He said, you looked at him quizzically, "what?" You whispered back, "Just play dead, trust me." He said and instantly dropped himself like a ragdoll sticking his tongue out. It took you a while to understand what he meant, but the lightbulb lights up when you realized what his plan was. And so you did. You dropped like a rag doll activating your acting skills to play dead.

Velvet grabbed both of the bottles, shaking it violently, "Hey, hello? Hello in there. Wake up. Wakeywakey." She still shakes the bottle until she rises the bottle in her eye level, "Oh." She said, realizing that you're both 'dead'.

"Their dead? Oh, man. [gasps] What have we done? [gasps] What do we do?" He exclaimed, getting nervous and panicking from the situation. Velvet looked at both of you for a moment, things out. Dead. And had an idea, "You remember the goldfish you had as a kid?" She asked, Veneer couldn't help but ask, "You mean sparkles?" He said in awe.

[In the bathroom]

Velvet raised the toilet cover and motioned Veneer, both holding the bottles and lid off, for him to dump you both out. "Mkay. Goodbye, little guy." Veneer sadly spoke out.