Oreo's PoV

I drag Blancmange to my room. She lets herself be pulled along. 

I toss my crown onto the nightstand, and flop on my back onto my bed.

I lay there, and completely forget Blancmange is there, before she says in a monotone voice, "Prince Oreo, what did you need to tell me."

I immediately right myself, and sit criss-cross, with my hands in my lap.

"Blancmange, can I tell you somehting?" I ask her quickly. I can't believe I was doing this.

"Of course."

"There was a girl I used to like. And I still like her but there's a problem with it, because she's not here anymore, and I thought I would stop liking her and dismissed it as a childhood crush, but I still like her and-."

"Woah. Calm down, and start from the beginning. Who, what, when, where, why, and how," she says slowly.

My teacher tells me to do that.

I inhale, then exhale slowly calming my hyperactivity.

"Who: Me and the girl, what: childhood crush that I still like, when: at a meeting with her father and mine, where: at the palace, why and how: I don't know..." 

She nods understandingly. 

"Start at the beginning. What did you see, hear, smell, feel, taste. All the details... names, places, everything..." she tells me calmingly.

"Umm...

I was at the palace, and my father, the king, and ummm...

I don't know, the old head of the royal guard, were having a meeting on the upcoming war that was to come. I was being stubborn, and I insisted that I go with him to the meeting. Bad desicion, I was bored out of my mind. 

And the old head of the soldiers' daughter was there as well. She seemed to have made the same desicion as me. I can't really remember her physical features, but all I remember was that I was captivated by her. She's the 'childhood crush' I'm talking about," I whisper. 

Normally, I would have been embarrassed to share this information, but I trusted Blancmange. I look up at Blancmange and feel a creeping sense of regret. She's sitting there, listening to me, sure, but her face is extremely red.

"Blancmange? Are you alright? You're a bit umm..." 

I motion towards my face. She understands and waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Continue."

"Yeah, well uh...

It was cool and good for a while I guess..."

"What do you mean 'for a while'," she asks me.

I look away.

"She committed suicide, apparently," I mutter.

I peer up at Blancmange's face, and she's gone deathly pale. I look up fully, worry creeping up at me.

"Blancmange?" I ask.

Pudding Cup's PoV

PARASOL! Parasol, please help me, please, please...

Pudding Cup? What's wrong?

Parasol, my mom won't let me. I have the perfect plan to get into the royal guard!

You found a way?

Yes! It's fool-proof, trust me! But I need another person's help...

And you came to me...?

I asked my mom first, but she didn't even hesitate and she said no...

 Okay, what's the plan though?

Parasol... this is so dangerous! And your family... if anybody find out, its disgrace to your whole family! And death for the both of us! Oh my gosh, I shouldn't have come here...

Pudding Cup, I WILL help you if it's the last thing I do. What's the plan.

I sigh.

Well... first of all, the whole palace knows about "Pudding Cup". If she disappears suddenly and there's a new recruit to the royal guard, it'll be suspicious.

And your point is?

Pudding Cup needs to be gone. I need to fake my death. But I don't know how...

How about suicide? Your father... oh my gosh Pudding Cup your father! How could I forget? My best friends father... he... and I didn't even...

Parasol, that's not the problem right now. What matters is that yo thought of a good way for me to die, and a great reason as well. Okay, how about this... I came over to your house to spend the night, and when you were about to go to sleep, you heard noises.

Yeah, but how is this going to work? They won't be able to find your body...

Okay how about I jumped off a cliff. I'll put a suicide note there with my shoe making sure it doesn't fly away.

Okay, I think that will work...

Parasol, are you sure? This is so dangerous... as much as I want to get in, I can't endager you like this-!

Pudding Cup, shut. I am going to help you. If it's the last thing I do.

And it was the last thing she did. I was just settling into my new room in the palace, and I hear a ruckus outside. I came out, and I heard whispers going around.

Did you hear about Umbrella and Lace?

Yes! And her daughter too... 

Such a shame! She was so young... 

Only 13 wasn't she?

And right after Pudding Cup's death too... what a shame...

My best friend since diapers had died. In an accident. I wanted to make it up to her, for doing such a brave thing and helping me. But I couldn't. Because she want here anymore.

Oreo's PoV

"Blancmange?" I ask. 

She's deathly pale, and her eyes are wide. She's extremely stiff.

"Blancmange?!" I ask a bit louder, and more hysterically. What did I do? Did I break her?

She seems to get out of her trance, and her skin regains it's color. She looks up at me.

"Continue," she tells me, her voice cracking.

"And I know it's dumb but I doubt that she ever died...?" I asked her. I groan in frustration.

"It's stupid, I know..." I mutter. I shed my head. She wouldn't understand.

"No, its not. That happens," she tells me.

"I feel like my father is still alive. The only thing we have to accept is the fact that they aren't here," she tells me. Her eyes cut into mine. I look away, uncomfortable.

I can see her roll her eyes in the corner of my eyes.

"We're going to have to prep you up for the dance thingy. If you look away because my stare makes you uncomfortable, then you have a long way to go..." she tells me, shaking her head.

"Can we wait until tomorrow though? It's pretty late..." I mutter.

She perks up and runs to the window.

"HOW DID IT BECOME THIS LATE?" she practically yells. I'm startled by the panic in her voice.

"Um... are you alright?" I ask her. She whips her head around and looks at me. She regains her composure and looks at me.

"Of course," she tells me.

"Well, if you insist, we will prep you up tomorrow," she tells me briskly, starting to walk out.

"Blancmange?" I start. She turns around.

"Yes?"

"Th- thank you," I stutter.

Then she does something completely unexpected. She smiles at me.

"Anytime," she tells me, before walking out.

I sit there, startled by the warmth that her usual emotionless and monotone face showed. The more I thought about it, she showed more emotion today than any other day I have spent with her.

I shake my head, and pull the covers over me. It was late and my brain was refusing to think straight.

Pudding Cup's PoV

I quickly get out of his room. Time was ticking. While I'm running, my mind swirling with thoughts, I smash into someone. 

The next thing I know I'm on the floor, and in front of me is a boy, and there are papers everywhere.

The boy is gripping his black hair, his skin paling. He's wearing a simple white button up top with black pants. His bright blue eyes staring at the papers scattered everywhere in horror, shivering.

I realize he's about to cry.

"WOAH, woah, dude are you okay? Wait, let me help you..."

I frantically pick up all of the papers. Trust me, I do not want a crying kid in my responsibility. I gently hand the papers back to him. He stares at the papers stacked up neatly and in his arms. He looks up at me and grins. One of his front teeth are missing, a small tooth growing in it. His eyes shine with child innocence.

"Hi!" he says cheerfully, as if nothing happened. I stare at him, and realize that he's not being sarcastic.

"Uh... hi?" I say.

"My name's Police Hat! But my friends call me PoPo and I don't like it. What's your name?" he says very quickly.

"Uh... Pu- Blancmange," I say, quickly catching my mistake. I was taken aback by his optimism and hyperactivity. "How are you... here?" I ask him.

Outsiders aren't allowed to prance around in the castle.

"Oh, my daddy is the royal messenger and I was bringing him his papers! How are you here?" he asks.

"I'm part of the royal guard," I tell him.

"WOAH!" he exclaims, his eyes shining. "COOL! I wanna be in the royal guard when I get older, but daddy says I shouldn't focus on jobs and things yet, because I might 'change my mind', and because I'm 'only ten which makes me too young'," he pouts.

"Well, he's probably right. My father told me the same thing, and I did change my mind later on. Well you know where you're going right?" I ask him.

"Yeah!" he exclaims cheerfully, smiling at me. 

"BYE!" he yells as he skips down the hallway and turns the corner, disappearing from my view.

I stand there, completely still. And I chuckle. What a funny kid. I start to walk down to my room to get ready for the night.

A/N:

Me: hahahahah hahahaha sORRY about the delay I kind of lost motivation and this chapters pretty bad compared to the other ones heeheehee sorryyyyy

PoPo: why am I a ten year old

Me: because I can torture kit and because child innocence

PoPo: wHAT

Me: nevermind hahahahahah

Also me: but thats it have a good time I guess and-

Percy: WHAT CAN BE WORSE THAN HUMMUS-?

Me: PERCY NO GET OUT OF MY HEAD JUST BECAUSE I READ TSEA OF MONSTERS TODAY DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN INVADE MY THOGUHTS LIKE THIS GET OUT