PSYCHO I Velvet and Veneer x Reader I Vampire au

Chapter 1

❀❁❀•••• Location: Velvet, and Veneer's dressing room ••••❀❁❀

⌜ ⌝ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ ...Baby One More Time by Britney Spears ]1:07 ——◦———— -3:57↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯⌞ ⌟

"𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘦 (𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐)𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 (𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦)𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦"

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You lay lazily on the couch, typing with your fingers on the laptop. You had the perfect story for your essay all set and it was just as smooth as putting together Interlocking pieces of a jigsaw. It was the best of time, it was the worst of the time, just as you get into a roll the door flew open and there stood Velvet and Veneer unconvinced. Velvet, eyes narrowing, looking at you annoyed.

                                                                                                                                                                                                  "Get up, Y/N. We have an interview with Kid Ritz in an hour. Move it."

Groaning from exhaustion, you shifted from your comfortable position. "Why do I have to come? The interview's about you two anyway."

Velvet rolled her eyes. "You're our assistant, duh."

Of course, she'd say that. Working closely with Velvet and Veneer had its perks—high pay, flexibility, and being part of something big—but their quirks could be a real headache. Still, you couldn't imagine life without them. You were more than just their assistant; they paid every off every single debts and taxes you were in. They were basically looking out for you.

Not wanting to upset Velvet further, you closed your laptop and sat up straighter. "Better now?"

Velvet scoffed, while Veneer, with a more pleading tone, chimed in, "Come on, Y/N, we can't keep Ritz waiting."

"Okay, okay. We wouldn't want to keep your best friend waiting," you teased, standing up reluctantly. "You know I still have to finish this essay. It's due in two days."

Veneer's tone turned bargaining. "Don't stress, Y/N. I'll make it up to you with a shopping spree, I promise! Just don't scare us with another seizure, okay?"

Velvet's irritation melted into concern, and both of them shared a worried look. You knew how much they cared, and disappointing them was the last thing you wanted.

"Pinky promise I won't. Just let me know if you need any help during the interview, alright?"

"Of course," Veneer smiled softly. Velvet nodded in agreement.

"Now come on, let's head to the limo. We don't want to be late," Velvet said, her tone softening as she gestured towards the door.

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"Where's our chauffeur?" Velvet demanded impatiently, with arms crossed. "It's 4:30 already."The three of you stood outside the record label, checking the parking lot for the limo.

After what seemed like an age, a sleek black car approached. The front window rolled down to reveal the chauffeur.

"Took you long enough!"