Part two is here! Angelique comes into the picture, and takes a lot of the focus. There's a bit of humor here to balance out the lack of humor in part one.

Again, I'd like to apologize in advance for dialogue-heavy-ness and any out-of-character-ness.

Mrs. Potts, Chip, Babette, and Lumiere returned to their meeting place in even worse spirits than before. All four appeared to have been crying, and it was Babette who spoke first.

"I don't think everyone believed me," she sighed.

Lumiere nodded. "It will probably take some time for everyone to...accept this."

"Everyone in the kitchen was absolutely devastated, poor dears..." Mrs. Potts reported. "Not the ol' maestro, though. He seemed rather happy, to be honest," she added with a shiver.

"When I told the coat rack, Mama, I think he cried," Chip told his mother. "But I'm not sure, because he doesn't have a face...and now he never will!" The boy exclaimed, before bursting into tears himself.

"Oh, Chip..." Mrs. Potts sighed, and kissed her son.

Babette looked around, blinking away tears. "Wai... Where is Cogsworth?" Lumiere blinked and looked around as well.

"That's odd... He went up to-"

"I refuse to believe this!" A woman's voice shouted, not far down the hall.

"Oh, alright," Lumiere stated. "He's coming."

Sure enough, Cogsworth's voice was heard soon after.

"M-Mademoiselle, please! I know it seems impossible, but I need you to just lis-"

"Non! I will not listen to your stammering anymore! I demand answers!"

"That's what I'm trying to do..." Cogsworth groaned.

"Then I want proof!" Angelique came into view, quickly approaching the others. "You!" She pointed to Lumiere. "Or-Or anyone! What is going on?!"

"Lumiere!" Cogsworth snapped as he, too, joined the others. "Did you know she would be so...difficult?!" Lumiere smirked.

"Of course I did, mon ami. And being the only one who knew where she was, I couldn't just let her be forgotten."

"You just weren't going to get her yourself," Cogsworth finished. "Awful, Lumiere, absolutely awful."

"You!" Angelique turned to Mrs. Potts. "Teapot!"

"Yes, dear?"

Angelique blinked at her. "Mrs. Potts?" The teapot nodded. "What has happened?" The angel's tone was softer now, sounding more frightened. "Cogsworth said that...that the rose..."

"I'm afraid it's true, dearie," Mrs. Potts confirmed. "The last petal fell from the rose, and now we're stuck like this forever."

"No!" Angelique shouted defiantly. "I will not live like this forever! I refuse!"

"You can't refuse life, Angelique," Cogsworth sighed wearily. The former castle decorator glared at him.

"Watch me." She inhaled deeply, cheeks puffing out, and held her breath.

"Angelique, cheri..." Lumiere attempted, earning a scoff from Babette. "You cannot end your life like that. It won't let you, and even if I would, that won't work." Angelique narrowed her eyes at him, then gasped for air, and the candelabra smirked. "See?"

"Oh, Lumiere..." Babette sighed, leaning against him. "How are we going to live like this?"

"I don't know, mi amor... I don't know."

Angelique frowned and pointed to Babette. "Who is this?" She asked. Lumiere smiled nervously.

"Oh... Angelique... Surely you remember Babette?"

Angelique scrunched up her nose. "Ah, yes... The maid. The Enchantress turned you into a feather duster," she observed. "How...fitting." She tossed her head to the side haughtily. "Well, to answer your question... I, for one, will not live like this. It is the most horrible thing I can imagine, to live like this forever!"

"We all feel that way, Angelique, but we can't give up on living." Lumiere explained.

"Haven't you been listening?!" Angelique yelled. "I can! I will! I already have... You've had a life down here Lumiere, I have been in an attic-!"

"By your own choice! You swore to me that you would not come down, no matter what, unless the curse was broken!"

Angelique rolled her eyes. "And it was not! How can you expect me - or anyone - to go through a life with no purpose? No meaning!? Perhaps to all of you, a ruined life is enough, but not for me!" She cried, before turning away and rushing down the hall.

Cogsworth looked at Lumiere and gestured down the hallway.

"Wha- Me?" The candelabra sputtered.

"I already tried to deal with her!" Cogsworth hissed.

"But if I try to talk to her, it will only make things worse!"

Cogsworth opened his mouth to argue, then closed it, realizing Lumiere was right. "Fine. I'll go talk to her," he said reluctantly, and headed off.

There's part two! Thanks for reading! The next and final part I believe is all Angelique and Cogsworth, and hopefully both it and this part will be up to par with part one.