Hey-lo! I'm going to use POV's from now on, if y'all don't mind. If you're wondering, no, I won't only stick to one person's POV. Don't forget to R&R!

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Sapphire's POV

Afterwards, a girl named Nastasia popped in. Not joking. She literally popped in out of nowhere. I jumped, at least a good 5 feet. She had...literally blue skin (though I shouldn't be that surprised, since that monocle man also has blue skin) and pinkish-violet hair. She was also wearing orange glasses, a long sleeved white top, and black pants that seemed to puff up a bit. She had an ever-present professional expression, and she seemed to look at me like I'm one of the jobs she needed to do on her to-do list, which I probably was. The pretty lady in the rainbow dress-who I later learned was Timpani (sounds like a name for food)-told Nastasia to give me a tour of the castle.

"That doesn't sound like a good idea...said Count Bleck." The blue weirdo, Count Bleck, well, you know.

"Don't be so strict, Blumiere." Timpani glared at him, definitely stressing the name Blumiere. This guy had name issues. She turned to Nastasia again. "Give the poor girl a blanket and extra clothes too, okay Nastasia?" She ordered. Nastasia nodded, although Blumiere (or Count Bleck...ugh, confusing) said, "I don't think it'd be wise to make her too comfortable."

"Oh, no harm, Blumiere, since she's staying here in the castle, she might as well enjoy her stay, right?" Timpani said, although Blumiere didn't say anything, probably since he feels defeated.

"Follow me, k?" Nastasia said, and I hesitantly followed, not before my eyes unconsciously glanced back at Mr. L. Stop, you shouldn't have crushes on random people. I scolded myself. Especially if those random people have weird names and wear even weirder clothes.

Mr. L's POV

"Well, my work here is done." I said, barely making it to the door before the Count stopped me.

"Stay," He ordered, and I raised my eyebrow. I sighed, I should be making some minor repairs of Brobot by now. "We need to talk."

"Do we have to? As in, right now? I've got some major repairs to do-"

"Stay." he said, much stricter. "Don't make me take away your cookie privileges." That got my attention.

"Alright, fine. I'll stay." But make it quick, I wanted to say. I didn't though, just to play safe.

"I don't like how you brought in this girl all willy-nilly." Blumiere said, which annoyed me.

"Why? You told us yourself that we should do good, help others. Well, I finally helped, and now you're telling me not to? Make up your mind, old man." I snapped, but I quickly regretted it when I saw the Count glare at me.

"You shouldn't call me names, Mr. L, I could very much destroy at that very spot." He growled. Timpani put her hand on his shoulder.

"Now, now, Blumiere, no need to get hasty." Timpani calmed her down, and I appreciated it. I prefer my body not blown to bits, thank you very much.

"Mr. L, I understand that you are just trying to help, but your action toward her was much too...too..."

"Stupid? Suggested Blumiere." Timpani and I glared at him.

"Sudden." She insisted. "Don't get me wrong, I would gladly give her a place to stay, but I'd rather like it if you didn't let this happen again. I know you like her-"

"Wait," I intruded, feeling my face turn red. "You think I like her?"

"Not think, I know." She stated, matter-of-factly. "Anyway-"

"Wait up," I intruded again. I'm not just going to let this topic drop so easily. "I don't like her." Timpani gave me a look that said, 'You so do.' Though I totally don't.

"It's obvious, Mr. L." She said plainly. "I don't need my knowledge and wisdom to know that." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Well, I think your so called 'knowledge and wisdom' makes you overthink things," I crossed my arms. "Because I do not-"

"Oh, please. Obviously-"

"In any way-"

"With not a hint of doubt-"

"Do I-"

"Do you-"

"Have a crush on her." We both finished at the same time. We were having a staring, or rather, glaring contest with each other. Count Bleck (I would rather call him that, then Blumiere, ew) cleared his throat, staring nervously at both of us, as if we were nuclear bombs ready to explode.

"Um...Mr. L, you may go now...ordered Count Bleck." Timpani and I were so busy glaring at each other, she hadn't even noticed that the Count called himself Count Bleck. As I went through the doors, I turned to glare at her for the last time, before slamming the doors shut.