Author Note: Thank you to everyone that's reviewed! I really appreciate it! The saga of LeFou continues. 

We didn't talk on the way to the castle, just sang our song and rallied together, like warriors. When we finally got to the castle, a group of villagers cut down a tree to use as a battering ram in order to knock the castle door. The door yielded on the fourth ram. We were then inside.

And I didn't like the place from the get-go. If the woods was freaky, this was even freakier, because it was MAN-MADE freaky. It wasn't just freaky, it had specifically been designed to BE freaky. Which must mean that a FREAKY PERSON lived here. But then again… wouldn't you HAVE to be a freaky person to build a castle for a huge beast? I mean, of all the clients the people who build castles have, I'm sure most of them aren't beasts. He probably had to shop around.

What if the person who built this was some kind of evil inventor who manipulated a lion into being a… a really big thing that kind of looked like a lion mixed with a bear! What if they suddenly got a lion and a bear to do… uh, what lions and bears could have done with each other? And they had a mutant child? That could live in a castle? And kidnap Belle? I mean, what would a beast want with Belle, anyway?

…Ew. I had just thought of a possibility, and I didn't want to wrap my mind around THAT for any long period of time.

I decided to keep my mind on following Gaston.

"This place gives me the creeps," I declared.

"Shh," Gaston replied, putting a finger to his lips in annoyance.

"Well, it does," I said defensively.

"Shut up!"

"Gaston," I continued, knowing I was probably going to get hit for this one, but wanting to let my feelings be known. "I wanna go home." Instead of hitting me or yelling at me again, he completely ignored me and quickened his step. After a few moments, he had turned a corridor I hadn't and I was all alone.

"Hello?" I squeaked. I kept wandering around, but I didn't SEE anything. I HEARD a lot of really STRANGE things, though.

Squeaking and yelping and hitting and breaking and kicking.

What had I gotten myself into? I wanted nothing better than to jump back behind Gaston, who I knew could protect me. But he'd left me behind. I needed him, and he'd left me behind.

How could he do this to me?

But maybe, he didn't even realize it. In his quest to find this beast, he'd momentarily left me behind. By accident.

And then I walked into a huge, walking teapot.

I am fully and completely serious.

Oh boy, I thought to myself, I think there's something wrong with the village water. Someone should really look into that.

"You look like you could use a nice cup of tea," said the teapot. Oh, great, now it was TALKING to me, too. Where was D'Arque? It's his asylum for me.

Actually, the Maison des Lunes wasn't looking too bad right now. At least it would be a step up from this freaky castle. But, tea wasn't sounding too bad, either.

"Tea?" I asked, "Oh, thank you."

"Here ya go!" said a talking teacup… It was an entire dining FLOCK! But that thought had barely settled in my mind when the teacup spit a steam of tea in my eyes.

"Take that you scurvy scum!" said the teapot.

Okay, so it was a talking, walking, huge, MOCKING teapot. Which then proceeded to smack me in the shoulder with its spout.

What a lovely day.

I began to stumble around aimlessly, calling out, "Hey, where'd everybody go?" I backed into what I supposed was a closet of some sort.

Oh, it was a closet, all right.

A singing closet. Holding my ears, I ran off in the opposite direction as fast as I could. I found a deserted fireplace and slipped myself inside, hiding my head with my hands. I would be safe here… so long as no one decided they needed warming up.

"Gaston?" I cried, "Where ARE you?"