A/N: Lol yeah I know I haven't updated in ages but I doubt anyone is reading this drivel so there we go lol. I loved the comment made by CZJBABE: OMFG! UPDATE! Lmao yes I know I'm not exactly devoted to updating lol. Here you are…


Velma hissed underneath her breath and glared at the fearsome sight before her. Roxie had set her up, and she wasn't going to get away with it…

"Why my dear, you look positively glowing today! New lipstick?" came the cheery noise from Miss Sunshine; her eyes outlined perfectly in eyeliner and not a shiny mark on her face.

Velma glowered a reply and continued to keep her defensive stance with her back pressed hard against the door.

"Please sit down my dear." chirped Miss Sunshine motioning to the table and chairs set in the middle of the room. She sat herself down and looked expectantly in Velma's direction, her hands crossed neatly in her lap and a silly smile plastered across her face.

Velma warily started to skulk towards the table, taking a large sweeping path to give Miss Sunshine a near-panoramic dagger-into-back glare. She nudged the chair with her foot and plonked herself down, her dark eyes scanning the hazy room and her lips turning up into a rather reluctant pout.

"So."

"So!" cried Miss Sunshine ruining the ominous atmosphere and beaming at Velma. It was met with a disgusted glower.

"Well, what exactly am I here for?" spat out Velma, squinting at the pastel vision before her.

"Well, I just thought we could have a little chat, you know, time together." replied Miss Sunshine jovially.

"Oh so you can change me into another Roxie?" scoffed Velma, laughing ironically.

"Well I wouldn't go that far," chuckled Miss Sunshine, getting up and walking around the table until she was stood behind Velma. "But, I'll see what I can do..." her shrill tone whispered above Velma's head.

Velma's eyes flared open and she tensed when two rather strong –yet very well moisturised – hands gripped her shoulders.


"Say you want to wear pastel twin-sets and a pearl necklace!" demanded Miss Sunshine tugging Velma's face from the bowl of floral perfume.

"Never!" spat Velma through her mass of sopping hair.

Her head was thrust back into the bowl again and she struggled for breath. After a few seconds, Miss Sunshine yanked her head out again and pulled it right back so that Velma was forced to look up at her.

"Say…it…" whispered Miss Sunshine, her voice full of venom.

"No." came the equally defiant reply and again Velma's head was plunged back into the icy cold depths of the suffocating perfume. Her life was flashing before her eyes when she was wrenched backwards by her sodden hair and pushed roughly backwards into a chair. She felt her hands and legs being tied to the chair, but wasn't able to see what with as her head hung limply onto her chest. It was strange; the material didn't feel coarse against her skin but…soft. Her face twisted in confusion as her head was brought back against the chair and held in place. Soon an object was wafted before her unfocused eyes and she blinked, her eyes widening as she realised what she was bound with.

"No…no please, no!" she implored, her voice nothing more than a whisper as she was tied around the throat by the dreaded…silk….scarf.

"It's the only way I can make you understand," sighed Miss Sunshine, heaving a large and threateningly patterned box onto the table in front of Velma. "And you do have to understand."

Velma stared unblinkingly at the twinkling shadow in front of her. She breathed heavily and set her jaw defiantly.

"You're a tough one to break Miss Kelly I'll give you that. But how does a glittery shade of chiffon take you?" sneered Miss Sunshine producing a lipstick in her hand. Her other hand was suddenly at Velma's jaw and her freshly painted nails dug into Velma's cheek. The lipstick loomed every closer and Velma's grew ever wider. Velma squirmed as best she could but the scarf was tied too tight around her neck, and the other bounds held in place…


A few hours later Velma's eyes flickered open, failing to focus in the dim light. She grimaced and found that she'd lost all feeling within her face. She sleepily became aware of the fact that a large, decorative and reflective object was slowly coming into view. At last her eyes focused just as the light hit the mirror and gave her the first glimpse of the past few hours; pastel eye-shadows…pastel lipsticks…even pastel blusher…and foundation packed on with a trowel. The only part that Velma still recognized was her eyes due to the fact that they were wide in sheer, uncensored horror.

"Now don't you look pretty my dear!" squealed an all too familiar voice.
"I took the liberty of doing your make-up whilst you were asleep," Velma started to struggle but found her body fell limp against the silk restraints. "I also took the liberty of drugging you. But it's for your own good Miss Kelly. You have to understand you see…"