Polly and Filbert were surprised to see that there had been a car waiting for them not far from their house. There was also a driver inside. Dolly introduced him as Rylan. He always drove her everywhere. Rylan gave the two a smile before starting the drive. Some time had passed before Filbert noticed Polly was quiet during the drive.

"You okay?" Filbert whispered.

Polly, having put her mask back in before they left the house, looked at him and whispered back, "I'm still not sure about this."

"Me neither, but I saw the way you two, I don't know, connected back there," Filbert said. "You finally found someone like you and she wants to show you her home. It's gotta be a little exciting, right?"

Polly couldn't deny that. She was a little excited to see what Dolly had in store for her, see what her home looked like. She noticed that the other woman had turned to face them. Unlike Polly, she hadn't put her mask back on, so they could see the smile on her face.

"What are you guys talking about?" Dolly asked.

"We're just... really excited to see your house," Polly said.

"That's great!" Dolly grinned. "Trust me, you're gonna love it." She looked out the window. "Looks like we're here. What do you think of the outside?"

Polly looked out the window and was saw not a house, but a huge mansion. Filbert's mouth was left agape upon seeing it.

"This is your home?" Polly asked.

"That's right!" Dolly opened her door and got out of the car. "Well come on! You're not just gonna stay out here the whole time are you?"

Polly and Filbert got out of the car as well. The latter still couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"It's huge!" Filbert said. "You must be really loaded!"

Dolly chuckled. "It is really amazing, huh?"

"Yeah..." Polly took off her mask and smiled at Dolly. "It really is." She normally wouldn't just take off her mask like this, but the fact that Dolly lived here left her hopeful that any other people who might live here wouldn't be scared of her.

"Decided to take your mask off again, huh?" Dolly grinned at the blonde. "I'm glad. You really are beautiful, Polly."

Before Polly could respond, she noticed that the artist had grabbed her hand and was now walking her towards the mansion.

"I'm really excited for you to see the inside," Dolly said.

Rylan was the first to make it to the door. He opened and held it for the three.

"Thanks, man," Filbert said as he walked inside.

"No problem," Rylan smiled.

Polly thanked him as well as she walked in with Dolly. She saw Filbert standing still in awe as he looked around.

Her eyes started to wander around as well and she saw all sorts of paintings all over the walls. Day and night paintings of the sky, nature, animals, the beach, monsters, and much more.

"Did you paint all these?" Polly asked.

"I did," Dolly replied with a proud smile. "I put a lot of love into all of these pieces. They mean a lot to me."

Polly walked forward as she continued gazing upon all the beautiful pieces of art around her. It was like she was at an art museum. She could tell a lot of work went into all of these pieces. Had it not been for Dolly's situation, she would've asked if she thought about showing these pieces to others. She couldn't help but feel more people needed to see them.

"You're really good at art," Filbert commented.

"Are you guys hungry?" Dolly asked. "Come on, let's go to the kitchen."

She led the two to the kitchen. It was a huge one and there was cook that was already in there making food.

"What's he making?" Polly asked.

"I was kinda really hungry before I left so I asked Fred to make me and the guests I was hoping to bring a big meal," Dolly admitted with a chuckle. "I'm smelling chicken, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese. She then called out to him. "Hey, Fred!"

Fred stopped what he was doing when he heard Dolly call him. He made his way over with a smile. "Welcome home, Dolly. Dinner is almost finished."

"I can tell," Dolly said with a smile. "It smells great."

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"It'll taste even better," Fred told her before he noticed Polly and Filbert. "Oh hello, you must be Dolly's guests." He held out his hand. "I'm Fred."

"Hi Fred," Polly shook his hand. "I'm Polly."

"Filbert," Filbert said as he shook Fred's hand as well.

"I'm so glad you too will be joining Dolly for dinner," Fred said, smiling at the two. "She doesn't normally have guests here."

"We're glad to be here," Filbert said. He looked at his cousin. "Right, Polly?"

"Right," Polly smiled. Dolly was glad to hear that. This. Was going even better than he hoped. She could tell Polly was a but hesitate but that didn't bother her. She did just show up at her house out of nowhere after all so of course there would be some hesitation. The artist knew she would be able to get through to the blonde and make her more comfortable.

She looked and saw Filbert looking around the kitchen in awe. He seemed to be more fascinated by it than the paintings he saw.

"Interested in the kitchen, huh?" Dolly chuckled as she walked up to him. "It is a big one."

"Real big!" Filbert said in amazement. "I always wanted a kitchen like this!"

"You have?" Dolly asked. She then got an idea and wrapped an arm around Filbert. "How would you like to cook something in here?"

"Huh? Really?!" Filbert's eyes lit up at that but then he looked at Fred, "But Fred's almost done."

"No problem," Dolly told him. "Cook something for later. I'm sure Fred won't mind."

"Not at all," Fred smiled at Filbert. "I'm intrigued to see what you cook."

Filbert started looking around for all the utensils he might need to get cooking. He knew he should probably decide what to cook first, but the excitement had gotten to him. He had a pretty good idea what he wanted to cook anyway. He figured that he would make a simple steak.

Polly giggled as she watched her cousin begin to work. A hand was placed on her shoulder and the blonde turned to see it was Dolly's.

"Would you mind walking with me?" Dolly asked. "There's more I want to show you."

"Sure," Polly said. She followed Dolly out of the kitchen, the artist leading her to a big hallway where there were more paintings, specifically of monsters. "You sure do like monsters."

Dolly stopped and looked at the paintings, giving a loving smile. "Yes, I do. I got inspired to make all these by movies I've watched. People always watch those movies, connecting with the human characters in them. As for me! I feel more connected to the monsters."

"You too?" Polly found herself asking. She herself had also felt an attachment to the monsters she would see in movies over the years. The resentment people had towards them to her felt no different than what the townspeople felt about Polly herself.

Dolly turned to face Polly once again, walking closer to her. "Yes. Those creatures, those beautiful, fascinating, enchanting creatures are made out to be evil itself, when really, they can't help their situations a lot of the time. They don't choose to be born the way they are. They don't choose to look the way they do. But people judge them anyway, without a care or want to help them. Doesn't that sound familiar, Polly?"

The blonde couldn't help but nod.

"They may seem dangerous and evil but they're misunderstood. Just like us." Dolly continued. "The normal people come into their territory, hunt them down, among other horrific things when they just want to be left around." Her fist calls up as she growls. "I just can't stand it."

Polly saw that the other woman was shaking. The artist's head had gone down. The blonde placed a gentle hand on Dolly's shoulder, causing her to look back up.

"That's really sweet of you to care about those that are different from others," Polly said. "You're telling me I have a beautiful soul but yours is wonderful too."

Polly found herself wrapped in a hug by Dolly. She held tightly onto her, as if her very life depended on it. A soft smile came to Polly's face as she returned the hug.

"I really appreciate you saying that, Polly," Dolly said softly. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

The two kept the hug in for a bit. Just as they realized it, a meow was heard. Polly looked down to see a cat looking up at her."

"There you are, Coopy," Dolly picked the cat up and started to pet it. "I was wondering when you would come to greet our guests."

Polly smiled. "He's so cute." She petted the cat as well causing him to purr.

"Isn't he?" Dolly chuckled. "Such an adorable little guy. I named him after my dad."

"That's so sweet," Polly said. "Does he live with you?"

Dolly laughed. "Of course he does. He's my cat."

"I meant your dad," Polly said.

"Oh..." Dolly sighed. "I'm afraid he isn't with us anymore."

Polly went silent After that. She didn't mean to upset Dolly and make her reveal such a thing that she probably wasn't ready to. The blonde quickly put a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "You don't have to say anything else. I'm sorry for asking."

Dolly shook her head. "No need to apolgisize. I know you are just curious. But hey, why don't I show you where I connect with all the monsters?"

"Oh? You mean the living room?" Polly asked.

"Someone like that." Dollly laughed and grabbed Polly's hand and began walking with her.

The two of them soon ended up in what looked to be a movie theater. Polly's eyes were wide.

"You have your own movie theater?"

"That's right," Dolly said. "Pretty impressive huh?"

Polly went to sit on one of the front seats and looked at the screens. Dolly sat next to her, Coopy on her lap.

"So you feeling in the mood to watch one of the movies after dinner?" Dolly asked. "We can even invite Filbert too."

Polly laughed at Dolly's joke. "Sure, that sounds really. Fun actually." Part of her was still wary of this whole thing, but she was warming up to it the more and more time she spent with Dolly. She had been really nice, caring, and supportive so far. Part of her was worried that Dolly's scar was somehow fake and this was some kind of setup that would end up causing her to scare more people. Another part of her felt absolutely horrible for even thinking of that possibly. Dolly was just trying to share her life with her to show her that she wasn't alone and here she was letting her fears getting the best of her. She would keep an eye on the artist, but she seemed genuine.

"Great," Dolly grinned as she petted Coopy. She looks down at her cat. "I have a feeling this guy is gonna like him."

"Oh yeah, Filbert loves cats," Polly smiled. "I know they'll get along really well if Coopy plays nice."

"Sweet," Dolly said. "...So I've been wondering."

Polly looked back up at her. "Yes?"

"How long have you been working to help this town?" Dolly asked.

"Ever since I could walk basically," Polly said. "I love helping people. That's what makes me happy. I'll do whatever it takes to make them feel happy and safe...

even if a lot of they don't like me very much."

Dolly shook her head. "Well just know that I like you."

The two of them smiled at each other. The more they got to know each other made Polly warm up even more to Dolly

"Come on," Dolly said as she got up. "Let's go check and see if dinner's ready."