The stench of the body paint was one too strong or his preference, but still the statue kept the door locked so as not to let any become suspicious. Besides, he thought that if he could survive the smell of hair dye, the paint was nothing. He carefully examined himself in the slightly cracked mirror, resting his elbows on his dresser.

"Allos," he said to his reflection. He frowned slightly at the sound of his voice; it had become a bit too much like a English accent. He cleared his throat and tried again, this time with a thicker French accent. "Allos."

A sudden knock on the door made him jump slightly, nearly knocking over his lit lantern. He grabbed his headpiece and put it on before opening the door. "Quoi?"

Mr. Chair cringed slightly as the open door let the dye and paint scents leak out. He was about to ask about them, but decided against it, thinking he probably didn't want to know. "Stephano, there you are! Everyone thought the Bro got you; where've you been?"

The golden figure shrugged, averting his gaze from the smaller brunette. "I just wanted to be alone for a while. Porquoi, 'as zhe Bro been causing trouble lately?" he asked.

"No," Mr. Chair replied. "And that's why I'm kinda worried. Do you think he's up to something?"

The other let out a sigh. "I don't know, maybe it's because Pewdie 'asn't been 'ere lately. Zhe Bro is usually after 'im, non?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right…" Adjusting his glasses, Mr. Chair nodded towards the end of the hall where the staircase was. "We should go downstairs for dinner now, you haven't been eating lately. Plus I already asked Percy to wait for us, and you know how he gets when he's hungry…"

"Oui…Actually, can you go on ahead? I want to investigate for a bit…"

"But Stephano!" Mr. Chair pouted. "Don't you think you should eat before you do anything dangerous like that?"

The statue shook his head, grabbing the golden sword that leaned against the wall and putting it in its holster. "I will try to make it quick," he said reassuringly. He saw the chair's hesitance and let out a sigh. "Don't get yourself worried over me, Chaise. I can protect myself."

"…I know." Mr. Chair smiled slightly and extended his fist out. The other gave a small smirk and bumped fists.

"You'll save me some food, oui?"

"Yup! See you later then!"

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"Merde, let me out!"

He had been screaming for what seemed like days and still he received no answer. By this point Stephano would be relieved to see the Bro just limping by. His problem wasn't having his arms chained above him and knees buckled underneath him with his ankles chained to the wall. No, it was a statue's entire purpose to stay in a permanent state forever. He just couldn't stand the thought of what was going on as he was trapped here.

"Gonzales, you bastard!" Stephano screamed. "Get your silver ass out here and release me!"

A chuckle echoed in the dark dungeon and Stephano's eyes darted around, having difficulty searching for the source with all the darkness. It wasn't until he saw his brother's skin reflect from what little light there was that he drew in a sharp breath.

"Silver ass, eh? You should take a second look, frère~" Gonzales said slyly, showing off his newly painted self, making him an exact replica of his twin, color and all.

"What. The hell."

Gonzales smirked. "Surprised? I think we share such a striking resemblance~!"

Stephano lurched forward at his twin, stopped short by the chains. He glared up at Gonzales, completely enraged. "You've been in zhe darkness for too long, frère. You're losing too such sanity!"

"And you are as well, non?" Gonzales replied with a light laugh. He examined his brother, whose eyes looked completely deranged. "It's been a while since you've last been in the light as well. May'aps you would like some of zhis?"

The pure golden statue's eyes widened as the other took out a small bottle of Sanity Potion. His mouth was about to open to say something when Gonzales threw it, making the bottle shatter on the brick wall right next to Stephano. "Dommage," he said. "It doesn't look like you'll be getting any soon~"

Stephano said nothing in response; his eyes were locked on the contents of the broken bottle, just dripping off the wall and making a small pool on the floor. He heard chains rattling and barely noticed he was shaking. He heard laughter and clenched his fists. "Ta gueule," he said, too out of it to try and remember English. "Ce…Cessez de rire…Arrêter!"

Gonzales kneeled down in front of Stephano, his face plastered with a fake sympathetic expression. He grabbed his chin, forcing Stephano's golden ones to look into his. "You're the one laughing, Stephano," he said softly.

Stephano blinked at him, grinning manically. "M-Moi?" he said, still imagining all the wasted potion that he could've used to keep himself from going completely psychotic. Who knew, it was probably too late for him anyway.

"Oui, frère~!" Gonzales smiled pleasantly and got up, turning away. "Now, if you will excuse me, Chaise and Percy are having dinner, and I don't just want the leftovers."

With that, Gonzales left and headed back, his brother's uncontrollable laughter fading away with every step.