Disclaimers Note: All characters mentioned in this story belong to Nintendo. I own nothing but the plot.

Maddiek18 here with an all-new story! Hope you enjoy it everyone!


Nastasia walked over to desk and pulled out a piece of paper. She unfolded it and read "Things To Do" at the top.

She looked at the list below:

Clean the bedrooms

Collect 'O Chunk's report

Check the brainwashed minions

Help Mr. L with Brobot

Dust in the kitchen

"Well, I'll clean the Count's room first." Nastasia decided, going out into the hallway.

She navigated the winding corridors with ease, knowing the way to Count Bleck's room by heart.

Nastasia arrived at the Count's door. She knocked once and waited, but there was no answer.

"He must be in the study now." She quietly opened the door and stepped inside.

Inside, it was nearly as neat as Nastasia's room itself. Nastasia knew Count Bleck, like herself, was very tidy.

She saw a bookshelf in the corner, filled with various pieces of literature. She also knew the Count was very well-read.

Nastasia then set about her cleaning. She swept the floor, dusted the furniture, and washed the windows.

(Nastasia wasn't sure why there were windows. All you could see was darkness outside.)

After she was finished dusting off the desk, a closer inspection revealed that there was a small, hidden drawer under it.

"Um, I'm sure he won't mind..." Nastasia hesitantly pulled opened the drawer.

Her eyes went wide with shock. Inside the drawer were loads of pictures of Blumiere and Timpani together.

Nastasia looked at them closely. Timpani had waist-length light brown hair and deep blue eyes.

In most pictures, she was wearing a floor-length white gown with royal purple accents. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Nastasia suddenly felt her cheeks flush and tears come to her eyes. Timpani was a beautiful young woman who was Blumiere's love.

She was just an average secretary who could only dream of being "that" girl.

Nastasia pulled out more pictures. One showed Blumiere and Timpani sitting on a grassy hill, holding a butterfly.

Another showed them laughing as they blew dandelion seeds into the wind. Timpani was certainly Blumiere's true love.

Nastasia sank to the floor, letting tears fall freely, a million thoughts filled her head.

Finally, she took a deep, ragged breath and stood up.

She returned the pictures back to their rightful place and shut the drawer.

Nastasia then left the room to continue her chores, but there was something different.

There was something in the back of her mind...it was this little nagging voice...