" 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 "
Velvet and Veneer, the tantalizing two you worked under. Speculations and propaganda rose from their recent achievement of their newly rewarded Lifer Award. Their fans protested that they had deserved it from being the industry for so long, releasing singles and making bop after bop. Some people found it suspicious that they had made so many bops and bangers that they hadn't won the award sooner.
But thanks to their new source of power, a former boyband member named Floyd, had fallen for their trap, he had been abused and tortured. The twins found that depending on the amount of talent a troll had, their properties and talents. It could increase their performance and endurance during shows. Thanks to Floyd, they had furthered their research on the little creatures named trolls.
After the recent event with Ritz, both twins were unsure if they wanted him as their host. But after some pushing from you, and convincing. They found that it'd be worth it for a once in a lifetime award.
The night beforehand was spent running around and preparing. You were exhausted after running around and helping Crimp organize, and prepare their outfits. She had shown you a new version of the device she had made for both twins, per Velvets request she had improved its design, making it more extravagant and appealing to the naked eye. Crimp had claimed it was for fruit smoothies, showcasing some jelly like fruits she had put in the diamond like vaccumns. As she pressed the button turning it on, you cringed at the sight.
You watched as the color of the fruit drained from it, leaving it duller than before. She laughed nervously as you stared at it intently, a sour look on your face. "A-are you alright, ?" You nodded before turning from the sight, sucking in a breath as you prepared the other bits of the outfit. Velvets dress, a elegant star cut in the side, revealing her bare skin. Gold trimming that lined both dress and shoulder pads, pink platformed boots accented in gold. The same for Veneer as his boots were almost like wedges. Instead of a dress a pair of poofy show pants sat on the table, you were currently sewing on the gold trimming.
You worked diligently, originally you hadn't really been a... Fashion designer... But ever since your employment under the twins you'd have to learn new things here and there. You finished up both staple pieces, now being tasked with finding the right accessories to go with the outfits. You shuffled over to their jewelry trunk, recently it had been quite disorganized due to the sheer number of gigs, photoshoots, and charity events they attended.
You combed your hand through it, tangling more necklaces and dangly earrings. You sighed, pulling your hand from the mess. "Crimp, i'm not sure i want to deal with this mess of a trunk." you sighed, closing it and locking up the contents. "W-Well, Velvet a-asked me i tell you s-she requests new jewelry for the e-event" she mumbles. You laugh, you were glad she had requested that because you werent sure if you wanted to stay up all night organizing it all.
Crimp handed you a hot pink bank card, you laughed, pocketing it and walking out. "Thanks Crimp, I'll be back in a bit." You said closing the door behind you, you'd have fun with this one. Recently you had bought yourself your very own car, you weren't sure what color you wanted. The dealer was so irritated with you they had very much pressured you to just buy it in black, so now you were driving around in a black Mazda Miata.
The lights of Mount Rageous were especially bright and colorful that night, it strained your eyes. You sighed, driving to Velvet and Veneers preferred jewelry store. The night air was cold and brisk, you turned up the radio in hopes listening to the song would distract you from how cold your car seemed to be. After a few minutes you were met with the luxurious exterior of the jewelry store.
YOU ARE READING
𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞 (Veneer x Reader) (Trolls Band Together)
RomanceYou've just graduated university, a degree in cosmetology and crippling debt to follow. You're distressed, regretting graduating with such a degree and how you'll pay your student debt. You watch each day as your bank account slowly drains, dreadin...