Beauty and the Dream Demon

Chapter Five: Jane

Not long after the Dream Demon and George's departure, the door to Jack's cell suddenly opened. But Jack had seen no one come by so he was unsure.

"Forgive my intrusion, Monsieur but I have come to escort you to your room," a strong French accent said.

Jack grabbed a stool, ready to defend himself, "My room? But I thought..."

"Oh, what? That 'once this door closes it will not open again'?" the voice imitated a growl, "I know. She gets so dramatic."

Jack finally saw who was talking. It was the candelabra, hanging onto the lever that opened the cell door.

"Hello!" The candelabra said, struggling to keep hold of the lever.

Gasping at the talking ornament, the candelabra dropped down before it was attacked by the stool Jack was holding. But the candelabra sat up, slighting its candles on its hands and head again.

"Oh, you are very strong. This is a great quality," the candelabra complimented.

"What are you?" Jack asked it.

"I am Bert!"

"And you can talk?

"Well, of course, he can talk," an old voice said coming from the stairs. It was the clock.

"It's all he ever does," the clock sneezed, opening up the glass door over its clockface, "Now, Bert, as head of the household, I demand that you put him back in his cell at once."

Jack went back into his cell to grab a metal jug.

"What do you want to be for the rest of your life, Binnacle? A man, or a mantle clock?" Bert whispered to Binnacle before looking back at Jack who was holding the jug, "Ready, mister?"

Bert stood up, starting to lead Jack and Binnacle to his new room in the East Wing. Unsure of what to do, Jack just followed him. On a bridge from the dungeon to the East Wing, Bert continued to talk while Jack held him.

"You must forgive first impressions. I hope you are not too startled," Bert said.

"Why would I be startled? I'm talking to a candle,"  Jack said, showing how ridiculous the concept was.

"Candelabra, please. Enormous difference," Bert informed him, "But consider me at your service. The castle is your home now so feel free to go anywhere you like."

"Except the West Wing," Bert silently told Binnacle to correct himself, "Which we do not have."

But this got Jack curious, "Why? What's in the West Wing?"

"Oh, nothing," Bert said.

"Nothing," Binnacle added.

"Storage space."

"Storage space."

"That's it."

"That's it."

"Yes, that's it."

"This way, please. To the East Wing."

"Or as I like to call it, the only wing," Bert laughed.

They continued to walk into the East Wing. Bert jumped out of Jack's hand and opened a door to his new room. Inside was a small but decent-sized room with a ceiling painted like a sky with golden vines coming down from it. It was a truly beautiful room, albeit a little dusty. They all weren't expecting guests for a long time. But a feather duster in the shape of a dove flew in, promising to lean up her room. Not before flying down to her lover, Bert, to be all lovey-dovey together for a quick moment. In the moment, it was revealed that her name was (Y/N).