For all the fears that typically wrapped themselves in the engulfing darkness of night, no fear was to be found here.
True, calamities had arisen for more than half a century. Anger had swept through the museum like dust, invading every exhibit ruthlessly. Fear of captivity, repetitive and isolating fear coated all of the historical creations. Desires to escape the suffocating space bled into all inhabitants, wax and otherwise.
But, as with everything in life, the darkness was eventually brushed aside.
Accidentally, of course.
It wasn't as though their new night-guard had known what he'd be doing the first night when he had timidly flicked on the lights.
In fact, it took quite a few nights for him to step into the role of protector and Guardian. And, even then, his attempts to shed some proper light on the situation needed some work.
But, as with everything in life, warmth and light and love eventually washed the dust away.
Serene patience and gentle, persistent understanding melted the wax. Necessity broke down the glass and the restrictions. Teasing joy unwrapped the stuffy bandages of formalities while determined glee crept into every crevice - intent on filling all spaces with newfound brilliant, empowering hope.
And, as with everything in life, the little world was finally able to breathe.
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A/N: So, I recently became enamored with these movies (I've only been able to watch the first one, but that's going to be remedied ASAP). Interestingly enough, I've been reading fanfiction in my few free moments to make up for the years. Came across a certain baby, and was immediately inspired. Further inspiration came from the choral song, "Sleep, Little Baby, Sleep". Surprisingly enough, Jean-Baptiste does not make an official cameo.
(Listen to USC version on Youtube for a wonderful version of the song)