A/N: This was another early draft I'd written back in June. Consider it another "Deleted Scene" of mine, if you will, since I'd written this when I had believed that Velvet and Veneer were Bergens. It made sense to me back then, since Bergens were able to obtain happiness from eating them, I figured they could steal talent by smelling

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Oh, this is NOT good...

Floyd gulped, taking in his surroundings. This was like something out of every Troll's nightmare, only this was a nightmare that he was unable to wake up from. One that he was unable to open his eyes and breathe a sigh of relief upon the realization that it was only a bad dream. Nope. This was one-hundred percent real.

He lay on his back on a porcelain platter, a garnish of herbs and lemon and some other vegetables around him. To one side of the plate was a fork. To the other side of the plate was a knife. And above him were two sneering Bergens who were just about ready to use those utensils to split him up.

"Velvet, I'm hungry, can we eat already?" one of the Bergens whined.

"NO, Veneer! I gotta find the salt first!" the Bergen named Velvet snapped at him. Floyd could hear her rummaging through the cabinets, unable to find her desired condiment and muttering to herself angrily.

Veneer waited a minute, but Floyd could tell he was getting impatient with the way he licked his lips and they manner in which his fingers twitched. "Velvet..." he called again.

"In a MINUTE!" she growled back.

Veneer groaned. He couldn't wait a minute, not when there was a delicious little Troll just waiting to be eaten! Making sure his sister wasn't watching, he picked Floyd up. His mouth was already starting to water, and the Troll quivered in fear.

"Mmm-mmm!" Veneer licked his lips again, practically salivating. Floyd closed his eyes as the Bergen brought him up towards his face...

... and inhaled deeply.

Floyd released a breath he was holding. It was still a little gross having Veneer sniff him up like that, but at least he wasn't eating him.

Not yet at least, Floyd thought grimly.

"Wow," Veneer breathed. "That smells sooo, GoooOooooD!" he suddenly sang out.

Velvet whirled around, staring at him in awe. "What in the world... was that you?" she asked him. She had never heard Veneer hit a note that well, and she would've complimented him for it... until she realized that he had the Troll in his hands.

"HEY!" she screamed, snatching Floyd from her brother's hands and smacking him. "We're supposed to share this, remember?"

"Oh, you mean cut 75% for you, and leave 25% for me?" Veneer asked sarcastically.

"I get more because I'm older!" Velvet snapped.

"Yeah, by eight minutes!" Veneer retorted. He hated when Velvet pulled the "I'm the older twin" card on him.

"Oh, shut up, Veneer, it's still older, isn't it?!" Velvet held Floyd in her hands, not bothered by the way that the Troll had grown sickly-looking from all the talk of wanting to eat him. She narrowed her eyes at him, still confused by Veneer's singing.

Hmmm, I wonder...

Velvet leaned in and took a whiff of her own. She suddenly felt charged up, like there was a force inside of her, powering up and breaking through with her very own high C note.

She gasped afterwards, blinking in surprise and glancing at Veneer. "Did you hear that?" she asked him.

"Oh, you mean the sound of my stomach growling?" he responded snarkily.

"Don't be an idiot!" Velvet grumbled. "Here, you try and smell him again."

"Smell him? I wanna eat - "

"Just DO IT!"

Veneer rolled his eyes, but he did as he was told. In doing so, he suddenly felt that supercharged energy that his sister just moments ago did (not having noticed it before due to his desire to eat the Troll). A perfect musical note came out of him, and he glanced at Velvet like an epiphany hit him.

"Wait a second..." he said, and his sister nodded.

Velvet grinned manically and held Floyd up by the hair. "Well, little guy. Your life may be spared, but it doesn't mean you won't be repurposed."

Repurposed? Floyd was confused. What did that mean? And why did he feel so drained after they'd sniffed him?

Velvet cleared out the table, flinging everything that was on top of it off where it clattered onto the floor with a CRASH!

"Hey!" Veneer cried. "Look at the mess you made!"

"YOU clean it up, then!" Velvet demanded, yanking out a diamond bottle from a drawer. She grinned at Floyd. "You, my little friend, are going to stay in here for now. Can't have you escaping now, can we?"

Before the Troll knew it, he was shoved inside the diamond, its lid promptly screwed tight. The last thing he heard before Velvet and Veneer both exited that room being the horrid, wicked laughs that they emitted. Laughs that were confident, as though they already knew they won. Laughs that made Floyd unnerved, and made him wonder if he would ever get out of this scrap alive.