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Sniffles and cries echoed in the empty cell, the sadness and woe hadn't subsided since everything that had occurred. In total, it has been a few hours since the young man was locked up in the dungeon, and it was apparent he was already missing everyone he ever knew.

It was unknown to him that he wasn't as alone as he would've thought. The candlestick holder, Komui and the hand-wound clock, Reever both had witnessed the scene.

"I'm surprised you even managed to find me." Komui off-handily said.

"That's not the point here, Komui." Reever hissed, before turning his attention to the crying boy.

"What dreadful thing he did…" The cursed candelabra then said, going to the true matter at hand. "Ripped him away from his own father, and just look at him! He looks so cold."

This was true as Allen had curled up in a small ball like a young kitten. Reever sighed, taking pity on the young boy. No one deserved to be treated the way this child currently was being treated. "Komui let's take him to one of the guest rooms. Where he can rest and hopefully have a good hearty meal."

Komui gave his long-time friend a mocking gasp, "Egad! Reever Wenham, are you actually going to go against our master's orders?"

"He didn't tell us to do or not to do anything." Reever pointed out. "Besides, I'm getting a pretty good feeling about this one."

"Good feeling? You think maybe he could…?"

"Perhaps. Or, it could be that I'm desperate to be human again." He admitted, "Let's find that cell key, and get him out."

(* - *)

Allen hiccupped as his tears continued to fall. It hurt…it hurt him so much to know he would never see anyone again. Was his father okay? Would the Beast be true to his word, and make sure his father got the help he needed? There was so many unknowns, and those only added to his despair.

Mana, my faithful rabbit, Neah…I miss you both so much. He woefully thought, and shivered when the cold dungeon air wracked his small frame. He closed his eyes, deciding he should try to get some sleep, when a jarring creaking sound forced him to jolt up in fear. There…wasn't anyone there…

"Hello~!" A cheerful voice called out.

Where was the person who was here with him?! "Who the hell are you and what do you want from me?"

The sound of some kind of metal constantly hitting against the stone floor was heard, before a candelabra made itself known. "Greetings, I'm Komui Lee, a pleasure to meet you!"

Allen blinked, was he dreaming? "Y-You're not a human…"

"Well, not at the moment." The candlestick holder — Komui admitted. "Quite the interesting story, really."

"Komui, now isn't the time for this!" A new voice scolds. This time, it was a clock that had basically waddled over with its stubby legs, if that's what Allen could call them.

"Hush, Reever. I'm being hospitable." Komui huffed, before turning his attention back to the human being held prisoner. "The master of the castle is horrible, isn't he? What he did was inexcusable to you, so we the loyal servants will take you to your room where you shall rest and have a change of clothes."

"There's…more of you?" As though it only just hit him, Allen then looked at his clothes which was black trousers, white blouse and black boots with pure white gloves and the lotus choker that Mana just gave him earlier today. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"

"I figured you'd want a change of clothes, am I wrong?"

Allen thought about it. A room would have a better means to escape, wouldn't it? "Well then take me to my rooms." He stood up when he told them to take him to this new room. If it meant running away, and getting back to Mana, then he'd take whatever chance that came his way.

"Well! Let's be on our way~!" Komui gleefully said, leading the human out of the dungeons.

. . - * - . .

Less than thirty minutes later Allen and the two objects arrived at a bedroom door. "Go ahead, and look inside. See if it's to your likings." Komui said, gesturing to the door. Allen sighed, and opened the entry, soon bearing witness to his new chambers. It was…different.

The room was beautiful, there was no denying such a fact. The room had a king size bed placed up against the adjacent from where Allen stood. From the ceiling, drapes hung from the ceiling over the bed and each end of the sheer fabric tied to the four posters connected to the frame. The sheets were a dark rich red, with gold accents along the hem. There were so many pillows! Throw pillows, regular pillows, probably a body pillow to keep any of the pillows from falling between the headboard and mattress.

On either side were oak wood side tables, one drawer on each of them. There wasn't much else of interest, so Allen turned his head to the right. There, he was met with a large window which opened outwards to a balcony outside. Even from where he stood, he could still tell he was pretty high up from the ground. Curtains were draped from the rod atop, and the material was thicker than what was on the poster bed. Perhaps to keep the sun out in the mornings, if he had to guess. It was currently tied with an embroidered gold rope to keep the curtains wide open.

"Well? What do you think?" Questioned Reever.

This room is beautiful, but too big and elegant for some prisoner like me. Thought Allen. "It's…nice." He said aloud. But that's fine…because it looks like I have more than enough fabric to escape this new, fancier prison.

"We'll just leave you to your devices…" Komui said, as he trailed off as something suddenly occurred to him, "Oh! I just realized we never got your name."

"U-um…it's—"

The poor boy didn't get a chance to introduce himself, when suddenly the wardrobe moved and butterflies left the doors and drawers. "Oh, how embarrassing! I'm so sorry about that…" She, and Allen realized it when the wardrobe had spoken, had said to him, "Hello my name is Lenalee and I used to sing in the castle".

"Lenalee~!" Komui grinned, "I suppose you could think of her as your roommate…but don't try anything with my darling sister!"

"BROTHER!" Lenalee scolded. Allen blinked. They were…related…? Blood related? Just what in the hell…?

Well this castle isn't exactly normal…it's almost like one of those enchanted castles that I read about…huh.

If that were the case, then it meant these people had been cursed. The only other question he had was who was the one to cast this curse?

"Fine, fine. I'll get back to work" Komui pouted up as his sister. Did Allen miss something?

"You better!" Lenalee huffed, "You know how pissed off he'll be if nothing gets done around here."

"I'll make sure he does." Reever said, grabbing Komui by his arm, and dragging the protesting male off.

Allen blinked.

"So…I can't say 'hey you', all the time." Lenalee said when Komui and Reever had left. "What is your name?"

"…Allen." Allen said.

"It's very nice to meet you, Allen." Lenalee said with a smile. "I heard what happened from my brother…before you were brought here, at least. It was brave with what you did."

"I…don't know about that…" Allen sighed.

The door then opened once more, and this time, a steel plated tea pot and a cup with black rim decorative rim entered the room. "I believe so." The kettle said. "Oh! I'm so sorry for eavesdropping like that!"

The hyper mug hopped over to the silver-eyed male, grinning up at the new guest, "Y—er, the master, I mean, is a little…ah, anti-social, but really, he ain't a bad guy."

"On a good day, at least." Sighed the kettle, "My name is Miranda Lotto and this is my son Lavi. Y-you really did a brave job protecting your father and sacrificing yourself." When Allen said nothing, Miranda then continued. "W-Well, I suppose you must be tired...um, so everyone let's leave the child alone for now, and as for you Lavi you can talk to Allen tomorrow."

"Aw! No fair!" Lavi whined, but otherwise began hopping out of the room. With that being said the other objects, except for Lenalee who couldn't even fit through the door, had left Allen to his own devices.

"I'm sure everything will be okay, Allen." Lenalee comforted, before yawning, "Oh dear, I'm getting sleepy again…"

"Again?"

"Mmhm…" Lenalee yawned again, her eyes drooping slightly, "I'm sorry I can't be better company…but since the curse was cast…I've been…" She trailed off, soon falling asleep.

Allen felt he did pity everyone here. Everyone was so nice, well everyone except that beast, but he couldn't stay…he had to get back to Mana…

"Young human?" A new voice queries, "I'm sorry, but this bag is yours, isn't it?"

Bag? He looked on his being, and almost face-palmed himself. "Erm…I guess I forgot about it." Allen realized, opening the door just enough to see the coatrack from earlier leave. Looking down he saw his bag, and picked it up. Was it always this heavy?

It was then a familiar furry face popped out of the bag, startling Allen, and making him fall back on his butt. "N-N-Neah?!"