I huddle in the corner and try to process what just happened. I'm in a large house, with a tall ceiling and hard, hard floors. There's three plates in the middle of the room, one with a pink cake, another a liquid in a bottle, and another a ruby red apple. They look too small to be in such a massive place. And then, there's a tiny little door that only my wrist could fit through at the head of the room.
I was in here alone for awhile, then suddenly, a girl falls through the ceiling, holding a cracked mirror. I tried calling out, but she wouldn't answer me. She's been huddled up, having a panic attack, for the past few minutes.
Then, this other girl falls down, and her leg is bleeding. She's in the other corner. She answered me.
"Hello?" I say, peering to see her in the candlelit room. She has really long red hair, and very pink lips. Her eyes are sea blue, and she's wearing a skimpy, skin tight white shirt and booty shorts. A blue sweatshirt is tied around her waist.
"Hello?!" She calls back out, searching for me. When she sees me, she crawls over, apperentally unable to walk.
"D-did this j-just happen?" I stutter. She only nods, then reaches out her hand.
"I'm .... Ariel." She says. She's gentle with those words, like they blow her mind. Slowly, it dawns on me why.
"IM BELLE!" I cry out, letting the words sink in. I'm taking it in. It blows my mind. Is what happened . . . True? Am I beauty?
Beastie is huddled up in my lap. I slowly stroke his soft fur. He's very calm, for the adventure we've just had.
"What about her?"Ariel asks, pointing to the girl huddled up in the corner. I just notice, wood is piled around her. And red satin. It looks like the remnants of a bed.
I glance at her again. "She's been like that," I explain, "She's having a panic attack. I don't think we should go near her. Not yet, anyway."
Ariel nods. "Did you get a ... message before you came down here?" I ask.
She looks at me, and nods. "About princesses?" She asks me. I nodded.
"Do you know anything about this? Why we're here?" She asks eagerly, hungry for answers. "Sorry." I respond. Her face falls.
I jump. In the last inhabited corner, glass falls from a newly made hole in the ceiling. Then, a girl falls with it, her arms and legs cut. And one glass slipper on her foot.
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