I'll start off by saying I am quite sure that I am not the first person to ever write a 9/Disney crossover... but I'm hoping that it may make up for not updating The Apartment sooner. I just can't seem to write anything for it at the moment. But this is just a very casual series of pieces of 9 characters in scenes from Disney movies. For each I'll provide a bit of background information about how things are - cause, y'know, it would just be kinda lame if you had stitchpunks and everything else was human. Oh, and I may as well say now that most of them will be 9/7 (my OTP)... but I can do a different pairing if requested. As usual I don't own anything that I use in my fanfictions.

For Beauty and the Beast, there is a small community of stitchpunks living in a clearing in the Emptiness where a village has been made. On the edge of the village the ageing inventor 2 lives with his daughter, 7, where they are made fun of. 2's inventions are mostly foolish and never work, while 7 is a bit of a tomboy and enjoys reading over consorting with 8, the most respected (read, attractive, 8 is more muscly than poofy here) member of the community.

When 2 finally manages to invent something usual he decides to travel to the next community, where there are other known inventors. However, while he travels in the dangerous area of the Emptiness he is chased by a group of Cat Beasts which roam the area (in this 'universe' Cat Beasts are easily defeated if own their own but deadly in a group) until he finds a castle, which is the home of a mechanical Beast.

I don't really have a description of what Beast!9 looks like, but I plan to do a few more Beauty and the Beast ones so hopefully I'll have sketched something out by then. For now, happy reading!

Getting rid of the small clock and candlestick were easy enough to do. 7 smiled to herself as she watched the pair dance off down the hallway, towards their library, which apparently had books of all sorts. She decided she must explore that later – but for now, she had rules to break.

She'd always wondered what she would do if she were ever kept a prisoner like this; but never in her whole life had she imagined that her captor would be a Machine... a Beast. Crazier yet, she never imagined that he would seem so – so petty about things. Inside he was a child; she could hear that in his demands for her to join him to dinner. If he was going to be such an irritating being then he was not worth her time. The household objects that were practically human, however, had thus far proved to be a lot better company, though the clock definitely had some issues. Perhaps they related to his lack of a left eye.

It was this sort of thinking that carried her down into the forbidden wing of the castle. The West Wing was a little bit like the rest of the castle at first, gloomy, foreboding... but as she walked on she began to notice that the statues were malformed, their limbs or faces smashed off. Come to think of it, the face on every statue that would have looked remotely human was marred with gashes. The walls had claw marks running down, as if someone with talons had stretched their arms out and dragged their claws along the walls – mindless destruction ruled here, where anger was the only principle that mattered. It seemed to be dustier than the rest of the castle, as if not even the many feather dusters and brooms dared to enter this dreadful place.

Finally she came to the end of the hall, where two huge doors loomed over her, the brass handles seeming the glare at her with hatred. She glanced behind her to check she hadn't been followed before she carefully pushed the door open. She did not once consider that she had entered the very lion's den of the whole castle – what was once a master bedroom was now the Beast's lair.

The room, in a word, was trashed. Wooden splinters had been hastily swept to the sides of the room, perhaps with tiny brass hands that could only have belonged to a candlestick or a clock. In wandering about the room she nearly knocked over a small table, so dark the room was. The table was one of very few articles of furniture that actually remained intact from what must have been the result of many a tantrum. Usually she would have rolled her eyes and left by now, fed up with the evidence of the Beast's childishness – but there was an aura about the room that captured her. She ventured further into the room, past a broken pile of wood and furs, arranged so with a canopy to suggest that it was once a bed. She gave it one critical glance before something else caught her attention.

On the wall opposite was a framed portrait. At least, it was a portrait. Half of the subject of the portrait hung down in tatters – as if the Beast had wanted to destroy the face of the portrait. From what she could see, it was the face of a stitchpunk. On further inspection the skin was burlap (lifting a fold of the canvas she could see a zipper beneath the shirt the man wore); but what grabbed her attention most was the pair of eyes that remained intact upon the painting. She recognised those eyes – but how? Where had she seen those eyes before?

Just before she could put her finger on it, she noticed a green glow coming from the direction of the window. Abandoning her current conundrum, she attended to the source of the light. Underneath a glass bell-like jar was a talisman, opened so it gave the appearance of a flower. She recalled once asking her father for a talisman such as this one – but this one seemed different. The glow was warm, inviting - magic. As if she were hypnotised by the object within the jar before her, she slowly lifted the jar off it. She peered at the object before her with care, putting the bell jar on the ground beside her and reaching out to touch it... just to hold it for a moment...

A shadow appeared. The Beast appeared at the window. She had been caught.

"What are you doing here?" he snarled, jumping in front of the glowing talisman and replacing the lid. She jumped back.

"I-I was just looking!" she stammered. He stormed towards her menacingly.

"I told you to never come to this place!" he growled, his voice rising into a threatening crescendo.

"I didn't mean any harm!" she tried, but her voice was deafened by his roar.

"GET OUT! GET OUT!"

And so she ran.