(As you cry on your bed in the castle of a beast who took you as prisoner in exchange for your father’s freedom, you hear a clinking noise from the other side of the door.)

You: Who is it?

Mrs. Dawn, dear!

(You go to answer to the door only to find a round blue teapot with blue eyes and a pink base and yellow handle hopping in along with a teacup resembling a Piplup and other more ordinary looking parts of a tea set, strangely the pot’s facial features resemble that of a young girl.)

I thought you might like a spot of tea!

You: Y-You’re a… you’re a-

(You walks backgrounds not noticing where you’re going as you bump into a wardrobe whose facial features resemble another young girl.)

May the Wardrobe: Oof, careful!

(You sit on the edge of the bed as you wonder how all these objects are even alive and talking.)