"Huh? Do I know you? You look familiar."
He was wearing a light purple button down shirt with a purple sleeveless tailcoat. Around his neck and wrists was ruff, and under the neck ruff was a part of a black collar with a pale yellow edge and a white pompom at the tip. He was also wearing pointed shoes with bells at the ends, the tops of the shoes cuffed.
He frowned. "It's nothing. Forget it. Come on, Lilac."
Lilac used her hair to pull herself onto his shoulder. "Bye, Veneer! Thanks for the autograph!"
"Of course!" He waved goodbye, and she waved back. He watched them leave.
"I wonder who that was...I swear I've seen them before."
He finished his smoothie and left. Somebody wanted a picture of him for a newspaper, but he posed with them anyways. He went back home, things eerily quiet without Velvet. He began digging through his stuff, trying to find why he looked familiar.
That's when he found it.
A picture of him and Velvet with another child, their friend. He had blond hair with purple tips and a bit of magenta between the two colors. The back was white and shorter than his bangs. His eyes were blue and yellow, and he had small black dots at the end of his mouth, as that was a birthmark.
The person with Lilac had the same hair and eyes.
"Cobbie?! He's still alive?! I thought-" He stood. "I need to talk to Vel."
Velvet wasn't too pleased to see him, but he could tell she was still at least a little happy. She leaned back in the chair and answered the little phone on her side.
"You're lucky you came right now."
"You look good in orange!"
"Don't flatter me. What's up? Why do you have a sheet of paper with you?"
Veneer held up the picture. "Remember Cobblestone?"
"Hard to forget. His house caught fire."
"I met him today. He had a Troll with him."
"Wait, what?! You mean to tell me that he-"
"He's alive, yeah. But I don't think he was using her. He just took her to get my autograph."
"But that explosion-"
"Yeah, it should have killed him. But I saw him; I know I did! Have you heard any news about him?"
"No. Thought he died."
"Maybe I'll look later. I just thought I should mention this to you. Cobbie's probably really mad. He did lose everything in that fire."
"That depends on how he takes the five stages of grief." She stretched her arms above her head. "But I'm leaving. These chairs are a jerk. See you later." She hung up the phone.
"Bye..." He hung up on his end. "Okay, Vel wasn't much help. Maybe I could try tracking him down and talking to him tomorrow."
He sat there for a minute.
"How do I find him?"
Author Note: Also, this is inspired off the song Amygdala's Rag Doll (a spooky song, but made me come up with this story [plus I like it]), and (loosely) off of some stuff I overheard from Criminal Minds. (Might be bumped up to T rating if things keep going the way I'm planning it.)