A new day came as the sun started setting and soon came out all the night stars and midnight sky, all of which Floyd hadn't seen in months. The studio room and penthouse was all encapsulated with blacked out curtains that are only open once the sun sets and even then Floyd is only kept in the main room for a couple seconds as he roughly carried through the halls by Velvet, who kept making back-handed comments towards her assister, Crimp.
Poor crimp has endured most of the verbal abuse and sometimes physical abuse from Velvet the most, due to her low stature and timid personality, she was easy to command and intimidate. Thus, threatening and blackmailing her about Floyd's existence and purpose was easy to keep, she held strong loyalty to Velvet and Veneer which could also make her be considered an accessory to the horrendous crimes both green-haired siblings have done so far.
The movement of being swayed in the bottle threw Floyd around and caused headaches combined with Velvet's irritating and whining voice as she yelled for Veneer to bring his lyric sheets for another recording session, obviously needing Floyd's essence for it to be possible.
As Venner entered the studio, in a loose fitted shirt and pajama pants, Velvet scolded him on why he wasn't in proper attire,
"Veneer! Why are you still in your pajamas!" she harshly placed floyd on the dash of the studio buttons, "Eww, you also look like a hobo with your hair like that, all messy and knotted!" she pointed out as she walked around him, picking at his clothing, "These aren't even the satin nightgowns you were given, if we're going to be rich and famous you have to start dressing the part! Not this- sad- worn out attire you call clothes! And another thing-!"
The criticisms and ill-jabs at Veneer's appearance were harsh, and poor Veneer could only stand there as he clutched his lyric sheets and notebook, the shoulders in a slouched position as he listened closely to every word, every jab and every harsh cruel word that fell from Velvet's mouth. Floyd watched as Veneer's body language began crumpling into insecurity, fed up and filled with sudden disgust and rage Floyd called out,
"Hey! Leave him alone! You're being cruel to your own brother, you talentless hack! Let him wear what he wants, he doesn't have to dress up for some recording session!"
Velvet stared at him with agape mouth and an offended look sprawled around her face, Veneer also starred with widen eyes, but kept to himself as Velvet seemed to snap out of it and grabbed the neck of the bottle and shook it,
"What do you know, troll? I'm only doing what's best for my dear little brother, I can't have him looking like a ragdoll, and plus! I know what brings out my brother's beauty best but obvi not as great as me but I still hold him up to parr!"
She leaned forwards and glared at the troll in the bottle while Veneer had a dusted blush over his face and looked away slightly at being defended. This troll had been getting into Veneer's mind for a long while now, in the deep dark corners of his mind from the moment he wakes up to the moment he falls asleep. He often thought trolls were passive creature and do anything to avoid conflict with anyone according to the varied books Veneer read in the beginning of Floyd's capture, he merely did it out of curiosity if Floyd were to give them a hard time or be aggressive or even dangerous due to the very little knowledge Mount Rageons carried in their only library. This fact was true, at the beginning Floyd would beg and try to negotiate for his freedom, promising to not tell police or authorities if he were to be let go, but soon after weeks and weeks of belittling him into attempted submission by Velvet, he became snappy and just a tad hostile when he wasn't previously fed or hydrated.
That being said, Floyd was often riled up with spurts of anger, Velvet spared no one from her tyrannical raid and judgment, even if you were to be as famous as her, she would offer you fake respect and talk shit about you behind your back. She held no regards for anyone, not her parents, not her fans, and certainly not her own brother unless she had to manipulate him and pretend to be a goody-goody and play the part of a loving older sister.
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You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you.
Fanfiction"Just because she's your sister doesn't mean you should let her treat you like garbage." Veneer looked up at his vanity, where the bottle stood near the edge which gave Floyd a clear view of Veneer sat on the ground in a crouched position holding hi...
