"Alright, let's close it up."

The construction workers closed the drain that Gislaine and Y/n had come out of. It immediately came off with Prince Edward popping out of it with his hands on his hips, landing perfectly, the workers crying out in surprise.

"Whoa, buddy, you ain't -"

"Silence!" he demanded, sharply turning to face them.

"Guys, I got it." One of the workers began to approach, but Edward pressed the sword against his throat.

He pulled his sword out of its sheath and pointed it at the man. "Your name, peasant. Quickly!"

His hands were thrown up, mouth trying to work. "Arty," he finally managed to say.

"Are you in league with the wicked old hag who sent my poor Y/n and her Gislaine to this foul place...Arty?" Pip flew out of the sewer into Edward's glove as he gripped him. "Is this man party to the evil plot, chipmunk?"

Pip tried to answer, but was only able to squeak, Arty watching in mild fear, but mostly confusion. Pip cleared his throat and tried again, but still nothing. "Uh-oh..."

Edward only laughed a 'hmm'. "Poor chipmunk. Speechless in my presence." With another cold look, he pushed Arty against a car, the sword at his throat. His chin jutted over the sword. "I warn you, sir, don't test my patience."

"What are you talking about?"

He took his eyes off Arty to address the other worker. "I seek a beautiful girl. My other half. The one I can't forget; the answer to my true duet."

"I'd like to find one of 'dem, too," was all that Arty could think you say, his hands still out.

Seeing that he was harmless, Edward put his sword back and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Then keep a weary eye out, Arty." He ran off, letting Arty off the car, his hand at his throat. "Come along, Pip!"

The others crowded around him, checking for wounds. "Are you okay?"

"Get off the car!" someone shouted as Edward jumped on top of them to get across the street.

"Did you see that chipmunk?"

-

Gislaine was already up before Y/n with a bowl of cereal at the table. When she saw him, he waved, explaining, "The kitchen was too messy and I was hungry. It's not bad. Kind of like dry porridge."

She did, in fact, see the kitchen, as well as the rest of the combined room. "And you didn't think to clean for them?" she asked sternly.

"Aren't...women usually the ones to do that?"

"No!"

Awkwardly, he spooned another bit of dry cereal and put it in his mouth.

"We're both going to clean. Finish your breakfast. I'll get some help." She opened the window and began to echoing call, which rang out between the buildings.

Y/n:
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

A bird wacked into the window Gislaine had walked past, startling him into a yell and falling onto the ground.

"Oh, my!" Y/n opened the window to let the bird in. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, love, I'm fi -" But he saw her holding the bird, cooing at it. "What am I, an ogre?"

The bird flew off her hands so that she could help Gislaine up. With a warning look, she answered, "No, you're misogynistic."

He held up his hands in defense, trying to explain. "I'm sorry! I just...never saw a boy clean before. Except me, but..." His face fell farther, as well as his hands. "I was alone..."

Her expression became more sympathetic as she reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're not anymore."

Back in the living room, birds, rats, and cockroaches had made their way inside, all looking at her expectantly. "Oh...well...it's always nice to make new friends. Now!" She began by pointing to the rats. "You wash the dishes." The birds and cockroaches: "You tidy the room." Gislaine: You clean the fireplace. And I'll use the broom!"

He studied the oven with a confused look. "This isn't like any fireplace I've ever seen."

"That's okay! We can figure it out!"

[So, funny story: I don't do cockroaches. At all. So...you'll just have to imagine most of the description.]

Y/n:
Come, my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song

Merry little voices clear and strong
Come and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in
Cleaning crud up in the kitchen as we sing along

She had begun to sweep around the room, dancing with the broom as though it was Gislaine, although she kept that private thought to herself.

-

Y/n:
Trill a cheery tune in the tub as we scrub a stubborn mildew stain
Pluck a hairball from the shower drain
To that gay refrain of a happy working song
We'll keep singing without fail otherwise we'd spoil it
Hosing down the garbage pail and scrubbing up the toilet

-

Gislaine:
How we all enjoy letting loose with a little la da dum dum dum
While we're emptying the vacuum-um
It's such fun to hum a happy working song

The cockroaches flew together and let out a hum. One of them was on Y/n's finger; she smiled down softly at it.

Y/n:
A happy working song!

She watched it fly off as if it were a bird, Gislaine watching her with wonder. Not noticing him, she went to the window and opened it up, leaning on the railing.

Y/n:
Oh, how strange a place to be
'Till Edward comes for me
My heart is sighing
Still, as long as we are here,
I guess a new experience
Could be worth trying

A dishtowel hit her in the back of the head, making her turn. With one swoop, she picked it up, Gislaine smirking at her.

Gislaine:
Hey! Start drying!

-

Gislaine:
You can do a lot when you've got such a happy working tune to hum
While you're sponging up the soapy scum
We adore each filthy chore that we determine

Y/n:
So friends, even though you're vermin,
We're a happy working throng

At this point, Morgan had woken up and left her father's room, stopping in confusion as she watched a bunch of animals dance around Y/n like she was some woodland princess. One of them dropped a sock on her head, which she took off and looked at in disgust.

Y/n:
Singing as we fetch the detergent box
For the smelly shirts and the stinky socks
Sing along
If you cannot sing, then hum along!
As we're finishing our happy working song!

She finished by sitting on the couch in the newly-cleaned apartment with a sigh. "Wasn't this fun?"

-

"Wake up! Wake up!" Morgan yelled, running back into her father's room. When he remained unmoving, she took a pillow and wacked him with it as hard as she could, finally succeeding. "Wake up!"

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you. You have to come see!" She ran back out while Robert took his sweet time in getting up.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Catching up, "Yes, what is it, Morgan?

"Look!"

He found a bunch of animals running around, Gislaine on the couch, back to eating his cereal.

"Oh, my gosh. Get out! Out!" he yelled, trying to chase them out.

"Oh, no! Please, don't!" Gislaine stood quickly, spilling cereal, the rats rushing to it. Morgan picked them up by the tails, looking around frantically.

"What do I do with them?!"

"Get them outside. Get rid of them!"

Gislaine picked up the cockroaches individually, setting them outside on the railing. "Goodbye. It was lovely to meet you."

The birds followed after him, landing on his shoulders, listening to him sing. "With a smile and a song..."

Robert, already close to banging his head against the wall, began to make his way to the bathroom, hearing the shower running. "Stay there," he instructed Morgan.

"But, Dad -"

"Shh! Stay there." He knocked on the door. "Hello?"

"Come in."

"Yeah, can I -"

As he opened the door, birds were flying in front of Y/n with a towel. She smiled warmly at him as he tried to look away, red in the face. "Why, Robert! Good morning. I hope you had pleasant dreams." The birds finished wrapping her before flying off.

"I think I'm still in one..." he mumbled, still unable to look her in the face.

"Oh, isn't this just the most wonderful room? What is it that you call it?"

"The, uh...bathroom?"

"Oh, I see. Where you take a bath?"

"Y...yes? It's...complicated."

-

Morgan answered the door, a pretty, mature woman with black hair and a business look to her, suit, heels, and everything. "Hey, girlfriend."

"Hi, Nancy..." she replied a little timidly.

Nancy walked in, still smiling with dark red lips. "What do you say, you ready to kick it?"

"Kick what?"

Instead of answering, she chuckled a little, asking, "Honey, why do you still have your PJ's on?

"It's been pretty busy around here."

She looked around at the clean apartment, impressed. "Wow. It's really neat in here. Did you guys get a maid?

"More like...two."

-

"Don't worry, we'll help you," Y/n offered when she saw Robert drying the floor. "Ah ah ah ah ah -"

A pigeon flew into his face, pushing him into the door. Y/n tried to help him, but got tangled and fell on top of him in the hallway, giggling, right in front of Nancy.

"Nancy?"

"Who is she?" she asked immediately.

"Oh! I'm...I'm Princess Y/n!" She struggled to get up, stumbling over to Nancy, her towel falling slightly and exposing a breast.

"This is nobody," he insisted, Nancy's eyes still fixated on her breast.

"I was on my way to the castle to get married -"

"Married?"

"No! She's not!" He pulled her back and saw her confused look, adding quietly, "Not yet."

"What does that mean; 'yet'?"

"Nancy, she was lost. I was trying to help her."

"With what? Finding the shower?"

"No! H - here, I'll go get her boyfriend and -" He tried to make a move to the balcony.

Y/n pulled Nancy's attention back to her, grabbing her shoulders. "The shower! Oh, Nancy, the shower is lovely! You should really try it sometime!"

"I'm sure it is." She smiled at her coldly and left, Robert trying to rush after her.

"Calm down, please! Let's talk."

"Talk about what, Robert?!" she demanded , not caring that Morgan was watching. "How I never stayed the night because we both agreed Morgan's here and you have to maintain boundaries and I thought, 'I'm so lucky. He's sensitive!'? I didn't realize you were worried about crowd control."

"We'll talk later, then..." he mumbled as she pushed past him.

"Don't count on it."

He blocked the door, trying one more time. "What about taking Morgan? Some grown-up girl-bonding time."

"What, so you can have some grown-up girl-bonding time?"

Y/n waved, both breasts now slipped from the towel.

"I don't think so."

She opened the door and walked out, Y/n calling after her with a wave. "Goodbye. Goodbye!"

Robert slowly turned his head back to her, shot Morgan a few words, then ran after Nancy.

-

Sorry it's short but I wanted to get a chapter out and I'm tired af rn.