🎀#𝟤𝓃𝒹𝒫𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒🎀
Hi! Hi! I told myself I would publish the next part here a little bit later, but I wanted y'all to see the next part since Hazbin Hotel S2 is up now and I'm inspired to write chapter 4 already!
Anw, enjoy~!
Chapter 2: Meeting (Y/N)
TOC | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6.1 | Chapter 6.2 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
It’s Saturday. Two days. Two whole days have passed since she sent the message and not even a “seen” status on Velvette’s message. She is fuming and the whole studio can feel her anger underneath the glitz and theatrical performance as she directs her models for the shoot.
Her voice takes a saccharine tone as she directs her models for her show, “Darling~ Didn’t I tell you I wanted black lace? So why is there a leather jacket over this dress?”
“Look, I get you all want to try a look to break the ‘net, but this will just break mirrors~!”
“You call that a ‘statement’? It’s incoherent!”
With each invisible flaw the outfits are getting zapped into nonexistence. It comes to the very rare occasion that Vox comes to check on Velvette. With a fizz from one of the many cameras around Vox Tower, Vox arrives into Velvette’s studio, his usual business smile wide on his face, and an ambient electric music following after him.
“Velvette! I hear you’re- Fucking hell! What happened to the studio Velv?”
“Nothing is wrong, Vox.” Velvette dismisses her models who are only too happy to sprint away to the stage to prepare for the shoot.
Vox raises a brow, "You really think no one notices when you start styling your models like broken dolls with daddy issues?"
Velvette cringes, “They do not look like broken dolls with daddy issues.” She gives a glance to the models at the stage before wincing. “Yuck, okay maybe a little.”
She snaps for her models to get back in front of her and snaps new outfits on them. Before she can continue, Vox gestures to dismiss the models and walks in front of Velvette.
“So what has you out of sorts today? You always have everything under your thumb, literally.” He refers to her influence over Hell’s entertainment scene with the simple push of her screen.
Velvette scowls, “Ugh, it’s this small up and coming. Look.” Velvette shows Vox the direct message Velvette sent.
Vox can only raise his brow, not understanding Velvette's frustration, “A DM?”
“Not just any DM! A DM from me! Although, I admit, ignoring me? Babe, that’s a CHOICE. And not a smart one. But someone actually has the nerve to.”
“So all this is because you got ignored?” Vox deadpans, gesturing to the unusual fashion statement her models are sporting.
“It is crazy! Sinners practically beg for my attention and then little miss up and coming thinks she’s all that and ignoring me like they’re the main character. Like no sweetie, you’re the lighting crew.”
Vox could do nothing but listen to his colleague's rant as she continues to throw her workers in for another round of chaos.
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Meanwhile in a studio in another part of the pentagram, an imp rushes past multiple design studios bustling with seamstresses completing orders from the recent fashion line of StyleSphere.
“Hey, is Miss Y/N here? No? Thanks.”
She peeks inside a room focused on production of three designs.
“H-hey, seamstresses? Has Miss Y/N been here?”
“She came to check in earlier this morning to remind us of the deadlines for the monochrome trenchcoats, and said there was a customized order for one of the Sins? Belphegor I think? They ordered fur lining.”
One of the seamstresses looks up, “Try her design room, I recall her saying she had an idea for a new design.”
The imp nods before throwing a quick thanks and goodbye and rushes back to the main design room.
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The imp enters an immaculately organized studio with multiple mannequins dressed in unfinished ensembles. A lone sinner dressed in a white knitted turtle neck shirt, black straight pants and black heeled boots accessorized with gold hoop earrings and a gold chain belt with her (h/l), (h/c) hair with (f/c) highlights styled to compliment her outfit. She moves back and forth from a pinboard checking the patterns and color schemes as she sorts through the fabric sample organizers laying in multiple tables.
The imp pushes her glasses up her face, adjusting to see clearly, “Uhm Miss Y/N? There’s something you must know.”
Y/N continues sifting through the fabric samples, too focused on her project.
“M-miss?” The imp tries again, this time however, the designer looks up, annoyed that someone interrupted her creative process.
“Is anyone dying, Lia?” She asks.
The imp, Lia, blinks in surprise, “P-pardon?”
She sighs and rubs her brow ridge, “I said, is anyone dying?”
“N-no miss.” The Lia replies, now nervous as she clutches her tablet close.
“Then tell me, what is so important that you are looking disheveled and are now disturbing my creative process?” Her voice now icy as she sets down the fabric samples she was looking into.
The Lia straightens her posture and produces a phone, clicking a few buttons to which Y/N raises a brow at, tapping on her desk impatiently. Finally, after what seems like hours, the imp shows her the screen.
Y/N takes her black rimmed sleek glasses to take a look.
“Oh. A message from Velvette. Seems like she wants to meet. I'll have to check my schedule, this is for the upcoming weekend, yes?”
“N-no miss. It's for today.”
“Hmm?”
“It was sent t-two days ago.”
A pause, “Oh.” She replies calmly.
With that, Lia couldn't hold back anymore, panic evident in her tone, “Miss, with all due respect, this is Velvette we are talking about! You missed her message and now she might come for your head!”
Y/N calmly shrugs, “I doubt Velvette would ruin her reputation for some small up and coming designer like me. So you don't have to run your pretty little head ragged.”
She pats her on her head, albeit condescendingly. “Now, let me just…” Y/N grabs her phone from her desk and opens her Sinstagram account and opens the ‘Message Requests’ tab and scrolls to Velvette’s message.
She types, “Hey~ Slr, was kinda busy so I wasn’t checking my messages in my brand account. If you’re still game to meet I’m free tonight at 9pm. Let’s meet at Ember & Ivory, my treat 💋,” then shows Lia.
“There. All done, now I can get back to my designs.” She hums and goes back to her fabrics and sketches as Lia stares in disbelief.
Y/N looks back at Lia still staring at her, “Well? Are you just gonna stand there? Go back to work, time is money.”
Lia snaps out of her shock and can do nothing but not before quickly walking out of the design room.
‘The miss just asked Velvette… THE Velvette to RESCHEDULE..!’
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Velvette's rant is cut off by a message. She clicks on her Sinstagram app then shows the screen to Vox.
“This bitch has the nerve to reschedule with me!” She exclaims before turning to leave her studio to get ready, but not before sending a reply.
‘No biggie~ I totally get “being busy”. I was too... y’know, with people who reply. But hey — let’s see if you’re worth the encore. 🎬📵💅’
TOC | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6.1 | Chapter 6.2 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
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