You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you.

You're abominable socially, you're just a little bit too much like me.

How can he do this, how can he just LEAVE, especially with the TROLL.

They were in this together, they had to.

Not like mommy and daddy.

How can he do this, to his own sister.

"VENEEEER!!!" was heard throughout, echoes through the now empty hallways and corridors.

Furniture, cushions, blankets, glass, and makeup had been thrown, broken, and shattered. The penthouse was a mess, everything in place was either thrown or smashed, anything valuable was vandalized in tears and scratches, anything shiny was stomped on or thrown out the window.

'How can he do this, why did he do this.'

This cycle kept repeating till everything was destroyed, tarnished, and even ripped. It was a wrath so foreseeable Crimp had taken the advice and ran. She hid at first, tried to reason behind the safety off the door till the hinges were ripped off and the door slammed open almost socking her in the face. She held on to the last bit of self-respect and took the elevator down. She couldn't stay here, she couldn't witness all that and be left unscathed, what would happen if she managed to get ahold of her.

Finally, after hours her flame finally died down. Replenished by bottled water and a protein bar found underneath the grubble.

Then came her tears.

She was alone, but then again, when wasn't she?

She had shuffled into Veneer's old room, everything inside was left untouched in her rampage, wanting to preserve the last bit of his scent and aura. She plopped onto the bed and hugged the blanket, now staining it with running mascara and eyeliner. Where is he. Why did he leave. Did she not give him enough toys?

In Velvet's mind, in her deep twisted mind, her Veneer would never do this.

Her little Lynn was not that brave to leave the house, he can't tie his shoes, and he still needs his binky. He needs this and he needs that, blah, blah, blah.

....

He's just a child, he needs her. He needs his big sister, but...

.....when did she get here? Where's mommy and daddy this time?

"Hello?" she sat up, noticing how she feels taller as the blanket surrounding her draped much deeper than before,

"Venny? Where are you?" she could smell him, he always did love bathing in rosewater with lavender,

"Helloooo?" She kept calling out, getting up and walking over to the vanity,

"Oooh, pretty.." she looked on at the make-up on the desk, but when she looked up to face the mirror she screamed,

"AAAAhhh-! Huh? You're me! I'm you! No! Me!" She yelled at the mirror, watching the grown-up girl mimicking her and copying her movements. She tried to dramatize her own so the girl in the mirror wouldn't know what was coming. But she seemed to copy that too, but she looked away scared and fell onto the floor, she started to crawl feeling relief from her legs holding her up. She kept crawling and made her way into the bathroom, from there she tried to stand up again but couldn't.

"Dumb legs, dumb dumb dumb..!" She instead just sat there,

Where is Veneer, where is he? Surely mommy had changed his nappy by now, and daddy must have burped him too, but where are they? And where is she? This is such a pretty room, with such a big bathtub, maybe a million stuffied can fit in there!

Velvet is going through regression. She's back in her child-like mind and she's confused about where she is. She is having a psychological phenomenon known as Regression in which refers to reverting to a more childlike state of behavior, thought, or emotion. When someone regresses themselves, it may indicate that they are feeling vulnerable or insecure, possibly seeking comfort or guidance similar to what they experienced in childhood. Velvet was the oldest and the first to be born to two loving parents, but not to her, to each other. She was obviously cared for for the first few months of her birth, fed, clothed, and burped. But then another little person appeared and when she met him she thought he was the prettiest little person ever. He looked just like her too.