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Audrey, sit here.

Peewee, next to you.

A rusted silver-gray teapot, a faded building block...

These items lacking any life are, one by one, given names by Jurian.

In Jurian's nebulous perception, they are, and have always been, his playmates.

Good evening, Jurian.

Ah!

Oh, what's wrong?

Mess! Mess!

You can't make messy!

Spoon, knife...

Fork, fork...

Ah, I'm so sorry about that.

There, now we're all in place.

Mmm... can't make messy...

Do you remember me?

Mm. Blue.

Color like no Catastrophe. Friend.

That's right. No Catastrophe in the sky.

Won't you introduce me to all your lovely little friends?

...Jurian, can't touch.

Really, what a way to treat a fairy who's come to visit. It's incredibly rude, you know.

If that's how it must be...

Ah...

Now come wisplight and lamplight, come light up the way~♪

Come to our little tea party to stay~♪

The eyes of the 'children' are like a stage growing in all directions.

From afar comes a fairytale forest's morning breeze, wafting through the curtains.

The flames upon the candlesticks entwine like partners for the ball.

Here come the guards, and they dance and sing for us~♪

Carrying scissors to chop-chop away~♪

Jubilation.

Hops, skips, and jumps.

This is the magic that children are given.

Really beautiful! Pretty!

Not every child is lucky enough to witness a fairy's magic, you know.

So you must be a tremendously exceptional one.

Fairy, new friend...

Of course Miss Fairy is your friend.

Jurian, scared, to hurt friend.

A fairy is a friend that can't be hurt, you know. Not by anyone.

A friend who'll always be by your side.

Mmm?

If you lie, you're a gloompincer.

Audrey, this one. Talks a lot.

Peewee, always plays with me. Friend.

Ronnie, angry. Loud.

(The teapot with no lid is the talkative Audrey.)

(The faded building block, his best friend Peewee.)

(The necklace inlaid with jewels, the tempersome Ronnie.)

(These must be the things his past friends left behind.)

Jurian, can you answer a few questions for me?

Remember, if you lie, you're a gloompincer.

Mmm! If you lie, you're a gloompincer!

Well, then...

Raymond. Uncle. What is he?

...Uncle, always looking after Jurian. Looking after family.

So why do you always hide from him?

Uncle, won't see me.

I'm... a bad person, hurt Uncle.

Your friends, the other children. Where did they go?

Friends. Friends all gone.

Jurian hurt friends! Gone!

All gone!

Chop-chop!

Bad child caught!

Bad child! Jurian, bad child!

She doesn't mean you.

Jurian, bad child!

Bena, what's going on?

I sneaked my way over, but never saw even a hint of delicious birthday cake.

Instead, I found this rotten boy selling off any valuables here to a bunch of awful silly billies.

Wait! Listen, I can explain!

You're not exactly a first-timer either, are you?

Where are the other children? You can't have sold them off too, can you?

Uncle...

Jurian?! What are you doing out here?!

(Hushed) Can we please talk about this in private?

(Hushed) At least not in front of Jurian.

Heheh! Not a chance.

Purple... bad.

Jurian!

Goodness!

Arts?! He doesn't even have an Arts Unit!

Jurian! No!

Watch out!

Bena, you said Raymond was selling things off?

Quite right.

Jurian, wait!

Let go! Uncle can't touch!

You won't hit me!

Bena, no making a scene!

Really, the lot of you are incorrigible children.

Raymond, come here.

*sigh*.

Were those your partners in crime?

(No!)

Baddie!

Chop-chop!

Jurian, you must listen to the fairy.