"Okay, so where to first?" Sora asked. Behind him, Branch put together a bulletin board he wasn't quite finished with yet. John drove Rhonda, and Tiny, who managed to hitch a ride with them, although no one is quite sure how he even got ON, with Poppy standing next to him.

"Well, first off-" John started.

"Move random dude!" Tiny yelled. "Let me drive!"

Everyone stared at Tiny for about a minute, in silence, before John Dory stood up and put him in the chair. "Okay..." he said uncertainly. He leaned in closer to Poppy. "Should we really be letting a baby drive?" he asked.

"For your information," Tiny said, pulling out the center of the wheel and driving with that, "I am NOT a baby, I am a grown up. I even have my license to prove it."

He held up his handmade driver's license. Donald stared at him. "That's not a license," he said gruffly.

"Of course it's not!" Branch replied from the other room. "He's a baby!"

"Who's Adulty McManface?" Poppy asked, reading his handmade license.

"Adulty McManface is my adult name," Tiny said, pocketing his handmade license somewhere. Sora opened his mouth, then decided not to say anything. Glitter Trolls don't wear clothes so he was a little scared to ask where it went.

"The fist stop is Vacay Island," John said, coming back up front with a mug that shares an appearance with a metal can. "That's where Spruce keeps sending me those postcards from."

"You get postcards from Spruce?" Branch asked.

"Indeed I do, Bitty B," John said, holding up a postcard. It has a purple, pink sky, with the sun reflecting off the water, however, the water is not visible so the sun has lines through the bottom half of it. There are words in the sky that read 'Wish you were here.'

"That's a strange postcard," Sora said.

"I dunno," Goofy said, smiling. "I kinda like it! Hyuck!"

"So all we have to do is look for that sunset!" John continued.

"Look for this sunset?" Branch asked, taking the card from his brother. "This? Sunset? Are you joking? No sunset is going to actually look like that!"


Two Mount Rageons walked onto the set, waving, then took a seat on the couch set up for the talk show. "So...Velvet and Veneer was it?" the Mount Rageon asked. "What was it like being a star overnight with just one song?"

"It was incredible," Velvet said calmly. She dramatically threw her hand in the air, fixing her tiara in the process, then draped her arm over the side of the couch. "I mean, I was expecting us to become superstars, but, really, not overnight!"

The other Mount Rageon stared at her, bewildered. The first one spoke again. "May I ask...who is your inspiration?"

"Me, of course," Velvet said, twisting her arms many times, her hands ending to line her chin. "I mean...how can you not? Am I right?"

There was a laugh track, then the camera turned to the other Mount Rageon. "Well..." he started, "I'll have to say...also Vels," he said.

"Oh, Veneer, you're too much!" Velvet replied.

"She is my sister, and if it wasn't for her, well, we wouldn't even be here right now!"

"And how would you say you became so popular overnight?" the first Mount Rageon asked. "What's your secret?"

"Secret?" Veneer cried, panicked. "What secret? We don't have a secret? Why would we have a secret?" His voice cracked many times.

"What my sweet, dear, calm brother is trying to say is we practice," Velvet said calmly. "Lots of practice."

"Well, you heard it folks," the first Mount Rageon said, turning towards the camera. "Velvet and Veneer became overnight superstars through practice! Speaking of superstars, Velvet and Veneer's Watch Me Word has reached number one on our Bop On Top, pushing them one step closer to getting the Lifetime Award."

The screen shifted to their music video. "Never gets old, no matter how much I'm told I'm amazing," Velvet started.

"You're amazing," Veneer added.

"Hard to get tired when I'm always on fire, I'm blazin'."

"Ooh, you're blazin'."

"All my greatness, it doesn't come for free, all my talent, it doesn't grow on trees. Take a breather, then take it all away, if the top's where you wanna stay."

"You gotta work hard," they both started singing, "to make it look easy. You got to live fast to keep makin' that money. If you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work, you gotta work, you gotta work." Veneer stopped singing. "Watch me work."

Veneer instead added background vocals under his sister. "Go ahead and watch me work."

"Haters wanna be me or be with with me yeah, they're f-f-freakin'," Velvet sang again

"Yeah, they're freakin' out," Veneer sang.

"I just keep on working, lurking, smirking, when they think that I'm peakin'."

"Never peakin' yeah."

"All my greatness," they both started singing again. Veneer's voice is quieter than Velvet's but still audible. "It doesn't come for free. All my talent, it doesn't grow on trees. Take a breather, then take it all away. If the top is where you wanna stay-" Velvet held down the last note before they both picked up again.

"You gotta work hard, to make it look easy. You gotta live fast, to keep making that money. If you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work, you gotta work, you gotta work."

"Watch me work," Velvet sang by herself again.

They sang the chorus two more times, Velvet's voice overpowering Veneer's each time before the video ended. "I hear that they're going to the Rage Dome soon to earn their prize in a live show! Tickets are selling now! Don't miss them!" the Mount Rageon said.

Once the camera turned off, Velvet stood and walked off stage. Veneer shook the Mount Rageon's hand and followed Velvet out.

Velvet slammed the door open. "We need more!" she cried.

"More?" Veneer asked. "We can't use more! Look at him!"

Veneer pointed to the diamond bottle with Floyd in it. He's lying down, probably asleep, or dead.

"Well, we need more Troll!" Velvet cried.

"Ooh, how about we just practice!" Veneer exclaimed. "You know, like...actual musicians!"

"Practice?" Velvet asked. "Don't you remember what happened last time?"

"Well, yeah, but...if we just try more...then, maybe-"

"Yeah, maybe isn't enough!" Velvet cried. "That's why we need more Troll!"

Velvet snatched the bottle from Veneer and puffed some pink, glitter on herself. Floyd floated inside the bottle, a pained expression spreading on his face, before he fell, leftover pink dust floating up his body, exhausted.

Floyd stood, stumbling for a second, before regaining his balance, then looked at Velvet. A tingling came across his feet, like if they were asleep, and he looked down at them. "Look!" he cried. His feet turned a foggy blue, with small specks of glitter inside. "You're literally sucking the life out of me!"

"Yeah, Vels, why don't we get a new Troll if you're that concerned about it," Veneer tried.

"Because, once BroZone finds out we have one of their members, they'll come running to save them, then we'll have five!" Velvet cried. "I mean, what's better than one Troll? Really?" She paused, possibly for effect. "Five Trolls!"

"I've got nothing left in me, except maybe a national anthem and a desperate Christmas album," Floyd tried. "Just...let me go!"

"Hmm..." Velvet said, tapping her chin mockingly. "No." She sprayed Veneer with the pink glitter cloud. His eyes turned pink for a moment, just like his sisters. "I mean...it does feel nice," he said.

"See? Exactly!" Velvet said.

Velvet tossed Floyd's bottle onto the counter in front of the mirror and walked away. Veneer stared at Floyd for a moment before catching up with his sister. "Hey! Wait!"

He crashed into Velvet in the hallway. "Wha-?" he said on the floor. She helped him up. "Veneer, shh!" she demanded.

She motioned for him to follow her and started sulking down the hallway. "What's wrong?" Veneer asked.

"Shh!" Velvet replied. "Don't you hear it?" They were silent for a minute, with no sounds except their breathing, Veneer's heartbeat in his ears, and a weird, creepy, small muttering from another room nearby. She started leading him down the hallway again, slowly, and quietly, as to not startle the person muttering eerily to themselves in the room.

Velvet stopped in front of a door with the number twenty three on it. "Twenty three?" Veneer asked quietly. "That room is supposed to be empty."

"Let's see," she whispered, putting her finger to her mouth. She pushed on the door carefully, and saw, what they had assumed was a man, with a black robe covering his face, inside the room. He turned to face them, his face completely hidden in the darkness of his cloak's hood. "Ah, welcome in. I was expecting you," he said.

"You...you were?" Veneer asked.

"Yes, have a seat," he said, motioning towards the two, ironically placed chairs in the room in front of him. Velvet and Veneer glanced at each other, then back into the room. "Oh, I'm not here to pester you or anything if that's what you're worried about," the man said. "I just want to talk."

"About?" Velvet asked.

"How about you sit and you can find out?" the man suggested, offering the chairs again. Velvet and Veneer shared the same expression in their glance, turned towards each other, then back into the room. They both hesitantly walked inside and sat on the chairs. "Ah, welcome," the man said.

He closed the door, then stood in front of them, his hands behind his back. "Welcome, Velvet and Veneer," he said.

"How do you know our names?" Veneer gasped.

"Dude," Velvet said, irritated, "we're literally overnight stars. We were discussing this this morning."

"Oh, yeah, right," Veneer said, sliding down in his chair.

"My name is Xigbar," the man said.

"'Xigbar?'" Velvet asked. Xigbar chose to ignore her and continued his point. "I have an offer to make you."

Velvet and Veneer stared at him. "I assume you want to hear it before you accept it?" Xigbar asked, semi-sarcastically.

"Well, duh," Velvet said, rolling her eyes. "Am I the only smart one in this room?"

"Hey!" Veneer called, hurt in his voice.

Xigbar ignored her again and continued talking. "I have a little army you can use."

"An army?" Velvet asked. "That's tiny?"

"Aw!" Veneer exclaimed.

"Why?" Velvet asked.

"There is someone coming. He is dangerous," Xigbar explained. "I need you to get him, alive, and bring him to me. His name is Sora."

"'Sora?'" Velvet repeated, again.

"Yes," Xigbar replied. "He is traveling with your...Trolls..." he said with small confusion, "and he needs to be handed over. He is dangerous and needs to be escorted to the proper team. I have a small army of Heartless I can lend you to help you on your mission to stardom, and getting Sora."

"'Heartless?'" Velvet questioned.

"That sounds miserable," Veneer said.

"Oh, don't worry, they are completely fine," Xigbar conned. "They are extremely loyal, as long as you make the deal with me."

He held his hand out. "Remember, all I need is Sora," he repeated. Velvet and Veneer glanced at each other, then at Xigbar's hand. Veneer shook his head at Velvet, who didn't care and shook Xigbar's hand. "Wonderful," he said. He snapped his fingers of his free hand and a bunch of Heartless, the green fuzzy ones from Troll Village, spider looking like ones, with blue, striped fur, the flower ones from Vibe City, and new ones, with long limbs, small wings on their backs, and three thick chunks of hair, resembling the Mount Rageons, appeared, along with the other classic ones like Big Bodies and Soldiers, even a few Bandits.

"They don't look so small," Veneer said.

"They can make themselves shrink down to the size they need," Xigbar replied. "Here is your army of Heartless."

"That's not an army, that's a small club," Velvet said.

"They reappear when one vanishes, and more can appear at any given moment," Xigbar explained. "They aren't very durable, but they are extremely reliable. I expect you won't fail me."

Author's Note

The Organization is evolving! OoOoOoOh!