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Thomas' POV

With a short gasp, I abruptly snap awake from my brief slumber, my screen turning on and my body jolting up right from the bed.

I give myself a minute to regain my senses before I took in my surroundings. Slowly, I scan the new area I was in, noticing I was no longer in that small party room, rather a bedroom. My body covered by a thin blanket of cloth that had a faint scent of lilac.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down, looking to my left to see Jamie right up at my side, sleeping peacefully. Their outfit was changed into a long sleeve crop top and yoga pants, their arms curled around the pillow underneath them. Seeing this, I take a look down at myself, noticing I was changed in a plain dark coloured tee shirt and loose grey pants.

I frown a bit, rubbing the fabric of the pants softly as I stared blankly at my legs. 'I hope Jamie was the one who changed me...' I thought with a slight blush, my attention slowly going back onto them.

They were sleeping soundly, their pool ball buried in the fluffy pillow as they breathed at a smooth pace. I watch their chest rise and fall. They seemed to be so relaxed in this hell of a district, I was glad I had them to take care of me. I glance around more carefully now, seeing that it was just us in the room.

Hesitantly, I quickly and quietly use this time to get up and out of the bed, doing my best to not disturb Jamie as I stumble my way towards the closest door I could find, my screen dimming a bit as I approach the one in my sights.

As I stood in front of the closet door to me, I drag my fingers down the polished wood, soon seeing that they've found themselves at the knob of the door. Careful to not make any extra sounds, I slowly turn the knob counterclockwise.

The door opened with a short creak, my body tensing up at the sound. I swiftly glance towards Jamie to see if that woke them up, but I saw that they are still laying limp in their sleep. A sigh emitted from my throat as a wave of relief washed over me.

I wait a few seconds before I took a step forward, only to end up running right into a body. My screen suddenly whipped over to face forward and see who was in my path, my antennas drooping in fear at the sight.

Damien stood tall, his arms crossed as he looked down at me, his expression looking a bit amused. He wore a white button up shirt with a few buttons undone at the top, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and dark jeans covering his bottom half.

I was a bit surprised. This isn't something you would see Damien in everyday. Though, I haven't really gotten the chance to know him all that well.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, his head tilting slightly to the side while he eyed me suspiciously.

I gulp nervously, my words stuck in my throat like a thick lump as my heart pounded so heavily in my chest I swore Damien could hear it. I managed to shake it away and look back up at him. "I-I was just uhm...looking around?" I shrugged, my feet shuffling back a bit as I stare back at the ground, attempting to avoid his gaze.

Damien looked at me for a moment before sighing, his hands falling to his sides. "...I came here to check on how you two were doing. After you fell asleep, Jamie took you to their room. They told me I wasn't allowed to see you until they thought you were ready..." he sheepishly rubbed his neck a bit, giving me a half shrug.

I felt a small wave of anger sweep over me, my screen tilting up as I brought my attention back to him, my hands clenching into loose fists. "W-Well I'm not ready to see you, nor do I want to see you..." I growled quietly, making him look at me with a bit surprise.

He then shook his head, his expression going dull. "Rabbit, you can't tell me what to do. I am your leader..." he explained, scoffing as I cross my arms and faced away from him, watching as he tried turning me back to face me. "But..." I felt his hand touch my shoulder, and before I could move away or even react, he pulled me into his body. With a small yelp in surprise, I felt my screen nestle against his chest while he wrapped his arms around me softly, as if he was trying not to frighten me.

I felt trapped and started to panic slightly, squirming a bit in an attempt to get away, but he didn't seem to care. "Thomas, look...I want you to like me...I don't want you to feel like how you are now...when I touch you, I want you to feel welcomed...not scared..." he finally pulled me back, looking down and staring into my screen, my hands grip his arms, his own hands still rest on my shoulders. "...and I will do everything in my power to do so..." he sighed, rubbing his thumb into my shoulder blade.

I looked at him, my shaky hands holding him tighter. He pulled me into his arms while his head tilted a bit to the side, he leaned in and rested his object on mine. "...I have obviously made a bad first impression, and I can assure you I do not lash out often...I was just stressed, and I'm hoping you can forgive me..." he admitted, his voice quiet and smooth. I stare at his neck, unable to say anything back because I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say back, so I just nodded unconsciously.

He let out a breath of air and hugged me once more, this time I didn't flinch. "Thank you...today will be better. I promise..." he pulled away and rubbed my antennas.

Something about his touch made me blush as he rubbed the tips of them, humming softly. He glanced over to Jamie to see if they were still asleep.

I watched as he stopped touching me and walked over to the bed where they laid.

I stood by the door for a moment before following him. He sat on my side of the bed, his hand resting on their hip from under the covers. He then gave them a small shake, whispering their name. I stood by the frame at the end of the bed, stretching my arms a bit.

Jamie groaned awake, their head looking up to see Damien. "...what're you doing here?" They mumbled leisurely, their hand moving up to touch his as they rest against the pillow once more. Damien took their hand and rubbed their knuckle lovingly, leaning down to kiss their head. "I'm going to be giving Thomas a tour of the facility, I just wanted to let you know. Go back to sleep now..." he whispered in such a gentle voice, a tone I'd never expect to come from Damien. Jamie nodded and mumbled a few words to him before they went limp again, falling back to sleep. He pulled the blankets up and over their shoulder, covering their body to keep them warm. I watch as he rubbed their object, staring at them with a long gaze before he got up and walked towards me.

I watch him the whole time as he sighed happily, moving up to me rubbing my screen with his soft hand. "Now then. I'll find you a change of clothes, something less revealing for now, and we can tour around this place. Sound good?" He asked, to which I reply with a short nod. I was happy to dress in something that didn't show off my body as much, and was a bit curious to see what this place had to offer. He nodded back, gesturing I follow him as he walked towards the door. "Come on now. I have an outfit I'd like you to try on."

[Time Skip]

I take a look at myself in the big mirrors that surrounded me, looking at my body from all angles. The outfit Damien gave me consisted of a dark shirt with sleeves that stopped at my forearms and a collar that covered my neck, it was fit to look a little tight, making my chest pop out more. I noticed some purple streaks here and there on the shirt, creating a beautiful design. I wore black pants that appeared to be the same as the shirt, and boots that matched.

These clothes Damien picked out for me fit all too perfectly and I started to get a little concerned, but I decided it wasn't important and pushed it aside. I wasn't too finicky about the outfit, just grateful it didn't show any more skin that my arms. I take one final look before turning my heel and heading out of the changing room.

I push the curtain that gave me privacy out to see Damien standing and waiting for me, his hands behind his back. He wore something slightly more tidied than what he wore when I bumped into him. His white button up now straightened and tucked into his pants, his sleeves still rolled up, but a lot more neater than before. He no longer wore jeans. He was in a pair of black dress pants and sleek black shoes to match.

I'll admit, Damien is one smooth object head.

He turned to me and gawked a bit, I could tell he was blushing slightly as he looked me over. "You look...wow..." he said, his voice a bit smaller and deeper than normal. I felt my own blush creep up on me, my screen getting warm. "Hah...T-Thank you..." I say as I walk up to him, my hands hesitantly hovering over his hips as I look up at him innocently. He looked at me with a satisfied expression, his hands moving up towards me. "You look amazing in everything I put you in." He remarked, his hands ghosting over my sides. I couldn't help but shutter while he looked me up and down.

"So, let's go visit some places in the district. You stay by me, got it?" He moved back a bit and offered his arm, I took it without hesitation, to both of our surprises. "Got it..." I reply in a squeak, handing him my discarded clothes as he held out his hand to take them.

He walked me out of the dressing room, handing the clothes to a maid standing outside the door. His candle head bowed and quickly took the clothes from Damien's hands to bring them somewhere else.

I watch him scurry along, and somewhere deep inside of me, I had a feeling like I knew him. Damien noticed me studying him and chuckled a bit. "Felix. The candle object head. He is a great maid. Really shy, really cute." He commented, his attention going from him back to me. I slowly nod, now remembering some short conversations I've had with him.

He was often so quiet I could barely hear him, and when I had the opportunity to chat with him, he would look down and talk to the floor instead of talking to me. But I didn't mind. He was shy, and that's understandable.

Damien started walking, my arm tugging with him as he escorted me along. We entered a corridor, walled around wallpapered cement, a wide flooring and an assortment of wood doors. I watch his face carefully, seeing him look beyond the corridor.

I find myself unconsciously staring at him more closely now, trying to see what he's thinking. He's hard to read, that's for sure. I wonder what is going on in that head of his.

He changed so fast from yesterday. It almost seems like he's a totally different person now. He may have been a bit unstable at first, but now he seems so caring and kind. I started to reconsider my first view on him.

Too busy thinking about him and mindlessly staring at his die, I don't realize there was something on the ground in my path. My feet somehow tangle up in it, and before I could react, I started to fall.

With a loud yelp, I twist my body and start to fall backwards, my screen going dull as I cut off my vision, waiting for the ground to hit my backside. Instead, I felt a pair of arms swiftly wrap around me, my hands gripping onto his shoulders for dear life.

I hesitantly take a peak, noticing my screen pressed against the top of Damien's die, his hands holding my back and my head, keeping me from falling.

I gaze up at him, still in a slight daze from the event, embarrassment flushing on my screen. He was practically French dipping me in the corridor, though a wave of relief washed over me as I noticed no one was around.

Damien stood me back up on my feet carefully, as if he was handling glass, my hands refusing to let go of him. I shuddered a bit, both of his hands moving down to my waist, tenderly straddling my hips.

He chuckled a bit, soon taking one of his hand back and moving up to cup my head, his thumb gently rubbing over my screen. "Are you okay?" He breathed, his body standing over me.

I hesitate before nodding, a slight giggle slipped my vocal cords. Embarrassed, I press my screen against his chest, my shaky hands looping around his waist. Surprised by my reaction, he pat my back, then he shook his head and pulled me into a hug, giggling along with me.

Once we pulled away, I noticed what I tripped over, the culprit still wrapped around my feet. It was a white blanket, and I could've easily avoid it too, but I was so embarrassingly focused on Damien I became clumsy and tripped over a stray blanket.

He helps untangle it from my feet and picked it up, examining it carefully. "I don't know how this got here, but I can assure you this will not happen again..." he folded it neatly and held it under his arm.

Confused, I go up to him and shake my head, my hands press against his chest. "...You aren't going to h-hurt anyone...are you?" I asked, shaking a bit. He hesitated before slowly nodding his head. "Well, someone, maybe one of the maids, left it here. They have to be taught a lesson." He gently took my hand, which I immediately yanked back. "No! It was just an accident! Nobody needs to get hurt over it!" I step back a bit, my head tilting to the side. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Thomas, you yourself could have gotten hurt. I could never forgive whoever did this if you got damaged in anyway..." he set the blanket down on a nearby side decorative table, next to a vase.

I rubbed my screen and half turned my body away from him so that my side was what he faced. "I don't care...it was my fault. I was just distracted and I didn't see the blanket! Sure they left it but I could have easily avoided it." He huffed and walked closer to me, trying to turn me back around to face him.
"Distracted? With what?"
"N-Nothing. Forget it."
"Well it obviously wasn't 'nothing'. Thomas please tell me-"
"No! There's nothing to talk about. Let's just go."
"Thomas please stop avoiding the question. I need to kn-"
"I was thinking about you, okay!"
I froze, realizing what I said. He stood still, his hands still on my arms. I felt a heavy embarrassment flush over me as I hid my screen with my hand. He stared at me for a bit longer before letting out a sigh. "Alright...I can't say no to you. I won't hurt anyone for this..." he said in a tone just above a whisper, his body moving next to mine as his head rested against my tv. His hand moved down my side and around my hip, making me relax a bit. "But if it happens again..." he slowly pulled away and grabbed the blanket, dusting it off a bit with the back of his hand. "...I think you know what would happen..." I slowly nod, just thankful I convinced him for now.

He took my arm again and we started walking. "Now, let's return this blanket to the maids, shall we?" I nod again, staring forward as we strolled through the corridors.

Damien burst open the doors, hot air hit me as I saw the maids go quiet. White shirts, white pants. They all wore nothing but white. I take a look at what this place looked like. The walls were cement and the floor was wood. There had been pipes all along the ceiling and around the room, sewing machines and other machines that I couldn't tell what they did. The objects in the room stopped working to stare at me and Damien. I felt embarrassment flush my screen.

I recognized a lot of them, some were friends of mine before this whole storm brewed, others seemed familiar, but I didn't know who they were. But in the sea of objects, I noticed a very familiar face, and she noticed me back. "Clara?!" I choked out, seeing her squeak weakly in excitement. Her pink and blue candy was still as beautiful as I remember, and her coco skin dotted with freckles made me think of happier times.

I took one step forward towards her but was immediately pulled back by Damien, who was softly shaking his head. I glance back to see her being held back by some of the other maids, keeping us apart.

I squeezed Damien's hand, letting out a silent plead for me to just talk to her, and I heard him sigh. He eventually let me go, allowing me to run to Clara. She broke free at the same time I did and we both sprinted towards each other without hesitation, running into our arms as we warmly embraced each other.

She buried herself into my shoulder and cried, to which I hug her tighter. I can tell she was overwhelmed from seeing me. "W-We thought you were gone! I-I-..." she said in between sobs, her nails softly clawing at my tight shirt.

I nod, tears starting to form as I felt Damien stare at me. "Hey, hey...I'm okay. I'm here, it's okay..." I reassured her, slowly rocking her body. The whole room continues to fall silent, the only other sounds beside us were water running and machines moving. Through the sounds, I heard foot steps approach us, a warm, strong hand pressing against my back. "Rabbit, we just came here to return this..." he held up a blanket, handing it to the closest maid who looked at him with pure fear in their expression. They quickly ran away to put it back where it belongs.

I take a few more minutes before I slowly pull away, much to both of our disappointments. I look at Clara, who was still crying a bit, her arms grabbing onto me. I only rub her arms softly before turning to Damien, giving him another pleading expression. He stared for a moment before sighing deeply, hesitantly pointed to the door. "I will be waiting out there. 5 minutes. That's all you get. Take longer and I come back, alright?" He pat my back, making me nod happily. I turn around to hug him, catching everyone off guard. He sighed again, this time more happier while he wrapped his arms around me, giving me a short squeeze before pulling away and walking towards the door, I thanked him again quickly before turning my attention back onto her.

She immediately hugged me again, her candy resting against my neck. "T-Thomas don't leave again...Please..." She begged softly, her hands shaking as I take them into mine. "Hey, it's gonna be okay...I'm fine, Damien has been treating me surprisingly very kindly..." I delicately rub her back, watching as some objects unhurriedly go back to work, bit by bit. Some stand and continue to watch.

"How've you been? Are you okay?" I asked in a concerned tone, pulling back and rubbing her candy with my thumb. She nodded her head slowly, rubbing my hand and tilting her head into it. "We've been surviving. The guards are harsh, some have gotten seriously hurt because of how badly they treat us for messing up even in the slightest. We're supposed to make clothes, clean, serve. All of it. A lot of the objects here are good friends of ours..." she looked down, her hands feeling cold against mine. "...I heard Winston worked at the bar in the main entertainment room. I hope he's okay..." she uttered. I only nodded slowly, my attention suddenly snapping upwards from hearing doors on the other side of the room open. Two guards step in, I see the rest of the objects that watched us scatter back to their places, then saw Clara sink down where she stood, shaking more violently now.

"Hey! What are you two doing?!" One of them called out, his voice deep and gravely sounding, making us both flinch harshly.

The two objects in dark uniforms start to quickly walk over to us, ready to pull us apart. Ready to pull her away from me once again.

I held onto her tightly, glancing back at the door where Damien went though every so often, hoping he'd come in and explain what was going on. "...I-I'm sorry Clara...I have to go...I'll be okay though! I promise...!" I whisper to her, seeing the guards approaching fast, my screen turning cold.

She noticed the guards approaching us at an alarming rate as well, in their hands were long rods that were charged with electricity, her body started to shake. I growl in anger and step in front of her, protecting her with my body. "Don't you hurt us!" I say, causing the rest of the objects to gasp. The guards slowed to a stop, standing right in front of us. I took Clara's shaken hand from behind me, giving it a squeeze in reassurance. I glanced behind me one last time, Damien was still nowhere to be found. It felt like more than 5 minutes. Where is he?

Getting a closer look at them, I notice their appearance. The one guard to the left had a plain wood block for an object, the other object was a dented metal bucket. Their dark, sleek uniforms matched.

"Hey, why aren't you in your uniform? You's a maid, yeah?" The wood block guard asked, gesturing to me. I look down, noticing my tight black clothes looking very out of place in the sea of white. I gulp, my hand balling into a fist. "I do not work for you..." I snarl at him, making him glare and swat the device in his hand threateningly. He moved his head to get a glimpse of Clara behind me, his partner moving closer to us as well.

I got what they were trying to do, my body backing away a bit with her still behind me. "...You'll have to go through me before you can even lay a finger on her..." I growl, all the maid objects watch in horror, all unmoving. The guard closest to us, the one with the bucket for a head, laughed slightly, his shoulders bouncing as he looked to the other guard. He started chuckling along, crossing his arms over his chest.

He suddenly and unmercifully back hands me, so hard it made me fall to the ground. I couldn't help but yelp in pain as I felt my body impact the ground harshly, my vision became blurry as I catch a glimpse of Clara being grabbed by the other guard, her hands behind her back as she struggled to get away, crying my name. The two guards have besieged us, our bodies being harshly treated while the others watched in alarm.

The guard that hit me placed his boot on my head, making me keep my place on the floor while I let out a meager whimper in pain. "Well that was easy!" He laughed, turning my screen with his foot to make me look at him.

He was snickering at my attempt to push him off, the soul of his boot crushing me tighter while I claw at it. He leaned down close to me, I could feel the ripples in the boot that was still pushing up against the side of my tv. Any more harder and he could crack my screen, possibly shatter it.

He was about to say something to me, but before he could, the doors where Damien and I came through burst open. Damien sees me against the floor with a boot on my head and Clara with her hands behind her back. Everyone is now officially frozen, staring at Damien, appearing to be mortified from the look on his face.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

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