Your Beast, My Beauty

Chapter 4

(Dipper pov)

Wiping away my tears I get up and open the bedroom door, peeking out seeing the empty hallway. Clutching the strap of my messenger bag I slowly make my way down the halls and down the stairs to the front entryway.

I stop as a small teacup rides a small plate like a skateboard down the banister. He yells as he flies off the banister. Not thinking I dive and manage to catch him in both my hands just before he hits the ground. He turns to look at me and I notice the chip in his rim.

"You're the boy everyone is talking about!" He says excitedly as he hops out of my hands.

"I guess I am....what's your name?"

"I'm Chip! What's yours?"

"It's Dipper." I stand up picking up Chip. "How old are you?"

"8 I think. How old are you?"

"19. Is your mom around here? She'll worry about where you've run off to."

"She's probably in the kitchen."

I carry him into the kitchen where cooking utensils are moving about, even the stove is alive.

"Chip! There you are!" A teapot on the counter looks at Chip in my hands. I set him on the counter. "What have I told you about wondering off?"

"Sorry, momma."

The teapot looks over at me. "It's nice to see you out and about, dear. My, you must be famished having been in your room for so long."

"Really, it isn't that big of a-"

"Nonesense, dear! Go sit yourself down at the table and we will send you out some food."

"But I thought that he said-"

"What the master don't know won't hurt him."

I smile slightly as I go to the dining room sitting at the giant table. Seeing how big this place really makes me realize how little me or my dad really ever had in our lives.

Lumire jumps up on the table as other kitchen things make the light seem dimmer for him to set the scene. Guess they are giving me a show as well as dinner.

"It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents your dinner!

Be our guest! Be our guest!
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie
And we'll provide the rest

Soup du jour
Hot hors d'œuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the gray stuff, it's delicious

Don't believe me? Ask the dishes
They can sing, they can dance
After all, Miss, this is France
And a dinner here is never second best
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance, and then you'll be our guest
Oui, our guest, be our guest

Beef ragout, cheese souffle
Pie and pudding "en flambe"
We'll prepare and serve with flair a culinary cabaret

You're alone and you're scared
But the banquet's all prepared
No one's gloomy or complaining
While the flatware's entertaining

We tell jokes! I do tricks
With my fellow candlesticks
And it's all in perfect taste that you can bet

Come on and lift your glass
You've won your own free pass
To be our guest
If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest
Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!

Life is so unnerving
For a servant who's not serving
He's not whole without a soul to wait upon
Ah, those good old days when we were useful
Suddenly those good old days are gone

Ten years we've been rusting
Needing so much more than dusting
Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills
Most days we just lay around the castle
Flabby, fat and lazy
You walked in and oops-a-daisy

Be our guest! Be our guest!
Our command is your request
It's been years since we've had anybody here
And we're obsessed
With your meal, with your ease
Yes, indeed, we aim to please
While the candlelight's still glowing
Let us help you, we'll keep going

Course by course, one by one
'Til you shout, "Enough! I'm done!"
Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you'll prop your feet up
But for now, let's eat up
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Please, be our guest!"

I smile as I ethusiastically clap at the performance as they set a plate of delicious food in front of me with a cup of tea. I take a bite of the food and am amazed by how wonderful it taste.

I'm pretty sure that I clear off the entire plate in a matter of minutes. I pick up the cup of tea seeing it's chip. I take a sip of tea as some dessert is put in front of me and Chip speaks up.

"You want to see a trick?" He meakes the tea bubble like a kid blowing bubbles in their milk. I laugh softly before setting him back down on the table.

"That is indeed a neat trick." I say before eating the dessert, finishing that just as fast as I had eaten the dinner. I drink the rest of the tea as I stand up walking out of the room.

The teapot rolls next to me on a teacart. "Chip has taken quite a liking to you."

"Yeah, I tend to have that effect with little kids. Not so much with parents."

"Trust me, you are doing just fine. I'm Mrs. Potts for your information."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am, but I have to ask you something. Surely you're as trapped here as I am. Don't you ever want to escape? "

"The master's not as terrible as he appears. Somewhere deep in his soul, there's a prince of a fellow, just waiting to be set free. "

Standing on the stairs I look at the ones that lead to the West Wing."

"What's in the West Wing?"

"Never you mind about that. Off to bed with you." I wave bye as I start up the steps but I wait until she's out of sight before running up the stairs that lead to the West wing.

As I climb these stairs, I notice that the majority of the castle in this wing is breaking and falling apart.

I get to a room opening the door and slipping inside. Practically everything in this room is destroyed. I look over at a torn painting of a handsome looking man with blond hair and golden eyes that seem almost unreal. But something about his facial expression is cold and angry. Like he just wants the entire world to go fuck off.

I walk over to the balcony where I see a golden rose encased in a bell jar. Curious about it I reach out to remove the bell jar when a hand clamps down on my wrist tightly.