"So what are you hungry for, Blake?" Weiss said at breakfast.
Today, it was a buffet style breakfast. Various staff mingled in areas around the huge table. Blake supposed that the table had twenty seats because, sometimes, they had twenty people for dinner.
The cook sat behind a counter of food plates. Blake pointed to the fruit, and the three different types of eggs and four types of breakfast meat and the biscuits and the two more types of eggs and the bacon and the other fruit and the other bacon and-
Blake just started eating. Weiss took what she could off Blake's plate.
And once she couldn't eat anymore, Blake tumbled to the floor. She lay on her back, stretching her arms out above her head and pointing her toes downward. She closed her eyes and let a smile come to her lips.
Blake cracked her right eye to look at Weiss when the human girl knelt down to scritch at her belly, exposed when she stretched her arms as a virtue of a shirt that might have been a little too small for her.
"Oh Blakey," Weiss said. "You're so Blakey." Weiss tilted her head back. "Blakey is the Blaky-est Blakey~" Weiss sang.
Blake closed her eyes and breathed. The assessment was accurate.
Blake opened her eyes when Weiss picked her up and held Blake over her shoulder. "Okay, so what do you want to do now? We need to kill some time until people are free to take us shopping this afternoon."
Blake preferred to kill time by lying on the ground. This is what she was doing while Weiss ran around the mansion, flailing her arms.
"Blake Blake Blake!" said Weiss, at some point.
Blake sat up.
Weiss had found a laundry basket. "I found a laundry basket!" Weiss exclaimed. "Now we can make you a regular pie. Or, since it actually looks more like a cage..."
Weiss turned to Blake. "You're under arrest, Blake," Weiss said. She gently lowered the basket on top of Blake's head. "For being too fluffy."
Blake glowered from under the laundry basket. "this law's racially biased."
Weiss ducked up under the basket so she was face to face with Blake, together in their cage.
"I hereby sentence you to forty hours of snuggle prison!" Weiss put her hands on Blake's shoulders.
"So it's just regular prison, then?" said the tall maid, from aways away.
"Noo~! In snuggle prison," Weiss hugged Blake's head and rubbed her cheek on Blake's hair. "All you do is snuggle."
There was a cough. "So," said the tall maid, "It's just regular prison, then?"
"Noooo~" Weiss said, "Here, let me show you."
The next thing Blake knew, the maids had formed a line, piling pillows without mortar in a massive pillow fort. It had multiple stories and towers and even a pillow portcullis.
Blake was escorted through pillow hallways lit by pillow torches set in pillow sconces, until Blake was deposited into a pillow cell that smelled like solitude and fabric softener. A window formed by a travel neck pillow let in thin rays of pallid light.
Blake lay down, splayed out on the pillow cobblestone. It was the softest prison she'd ever been in. She closed her eyes.
Blake awoke to the gradual thumping of the gaoler's footsteps squishing into the pillows outside her cell.
Blake reached her hands out of the pillow bars. The gaoler paused.
Blake gave a pout and patted her stomach.
"Dast nae grub 'n pilllah prison," spat the young maid, "'specially fer crinimals inna maximum security wing. Yous and yous partner in crime can feel the pang o' incarceration. Ahahahaha."
Blake glared.
The gaoler stalked away.
Blake lay back down and closed her eyes.
Blake awoke. There was still thee soft thumping on a side of her cell.
A pillow brick popped out of the pillow wall and fell onto the pillow floor.
A single blue eye appeared in the hole.
"Oh hello! Another prisoner?" said Weiss, in a weird voice.
Blake blinked.
"What are you in here for?"
Blake's eyebrows flattened. "being 'too fluffy'." Blake intoned.
Weiss's eye widened and she clutched her hands to her mouth. "That's horrible! I think you're just the right amount of fluffy."
Blake's mouth flattened. She glared even harder.
"Your story wells me with sympathy so I will let you in on a secret," Weiss whispered. She leaned closer to the hole in the wall. "I am the heiress to a vast fortune. If we get out of here, I will share it with you, and you can enact revenge upon those who have wronged you."
Blake blinked.
Weiss snaked an arm through the pillow and held out a hand. "So what do you say? Are we in agreement?"
Blake scrunched her mouth to the side. She patted Weiss's hand twice and then walked over to the far wall of her pillow cell and pushed against one of the base pillows.
It didn't budge.
Blake blinked.
Blake pressed harder.
The pillow squished, but it didn't pop out of its place.
Blake ran to the cell door and grabbed one of the pillow bars and yanked.
The pillow folded like a pillow should, but it didn't pop out of its place, and when Blake let go it fell back into place.
Blake walked to one corner of the cell and took a running start, bodily throwing herself against the cell door.
Blake curled into a ball in the air, landing on her feet. At the maxima of her impact, Blake stretched out her legs to increase the pressure in the wall.
The entire fort twisted to accommodate the escape attempt. There was a tearing noise.
And the cell sprang back to normal. Blake bounced off, hitting the floor, bouncing off to hit the opposite wall, angling right to bounce off the ceiling, and then bounce twice, splaying onto the floor.
Blake blinked. She hoped that Weiss didn't see that.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" Weiss said.
Blake's hope died. Her eyebrows flattened and she sighed.
Blake closed her eyes.
Blake awoke. She turned her head to examine the bars again.
She heard a tear when she slammed into the door. Maybe she'd have to resort to property damage to get out. Not optimal, but it made more and more sense the more hungry Blake became.
On closer look of the base of the bar, though, there was a strip of interlocking plastic features, connecting the bar pillow to the floor pillow. Some of it had peeled off.
Actually, on further inspection, every pillow was locked into place with these plastic strips. It was likely how the pillow prison was constructed.
Blake gripped the strip by a corner and pulled. There was another tearing sound, which turned out to just be the sound of the plastic locks popping out of place. Blake found she could pick the strip off part by part. It was less strong in small amounts, like a metaphor for unity or something.
Then the gaoler thumped along.
Blake pretended to be asleep.
And as soon as the thumps of footstep on pillow faded, Blake got back to work, peeling the pillow bars out of their sockets.
"Yay, go Blake!" Weiss said.
As soon as enough bars were free, Blake scootched out under them and rushed over to Weiss's cell and scrabbled at the base of one of Weiss's bars. Blake manged to get her fingernails in between enough of the strips to pry a corner loose.
Blake tumbled into the cell. Weiss was curled up in a corner of her cell, facing the door.
Blake ran over and grasped Weiss's right hand in both her own. She pulled Weiss to her feet and shifted her grip on Weiss's hand only to one hand, so that they could run easier.
Blake ran, leading Weiss down the corridors. She didn't know which way the exit was or even where the guards were likely to be- that might be bad, she though-
"Oy you!" said one of the weekend maids, "Get back 'ere, crinimal scum!"
Blake bounded the opposite direction- a stairwell going up- not the most optimal route-
Especially since it turned out, this stairwell ended in a tower cell, almost exactly like their own cells except this one had a large window with three bars, overlooking the outside world. The cell door was open, so maybe they could lock themselves in?
"It was a good attempt, Blake," Weiss said despondently.
Blake grit her teeth. She pulled Weiss to the far side of the cell and scrabbled at the base of the middle bar.
Blake climbed up atop the still and put the whole of her weight behind tearing the bar free. It did, with a grating scratch, and Blake fell on her backside. She stood up and scooped Weiss in her arms.
Weiss squealed once but then put her arms around Blake's neck.
Blake put a leg over the window still and squeezed the two of them between the bars. Blake looked down; there weren't any pillows under this edge of the prison.
But cats always land on their feet.
Blake landed perfectly, bending her knees during the impact. She only took a moment before she ran forward, all the way to the grand foyer. The indignant shouting of the gaoler faded behind them.
Blake exhaled. She was free. They were free.
Blake checked a nearby clock-
It was still Saturday.
Even more, this whole thing had only taken 45 minutes.
Blake blinked.
"Oh Blakey! My hero!" Weiss hugged Blake's head. She rubbed her cheek on Blake's hair and made contented noises. "Please share in my vast fortune of friendship, because that was the true treasure all along!"
Blake dropped Weiss. Weiss was actually really heavy, and with the adrenaline going away Blake didn't want to try to carry Weiss any longer than she had to. Also, Blake didn't want to be carrying Weiss in the first place.
"Oof!" said Weiss.
Blake then dropped to the ground and rolled on her back, her arms splayed out and her eyes closed. She agreed with Weiss's sentiment.