Death's Head: For the Phantom in You

I don't own any of the charectors from Phantom. I'm sorry.

This is a random little thing that I came up with when I was loosing my mind. It's a comercial for a type of cologne. If this offends you, I'm sorry.

So, onward with the show...

The Scene is of an empty room. After a time, a tall girl with short dark hair, a Phantom of the Opera T-shirt, a pair of ripped blue-jeans, and black runners comes in. Her expression is entirely serious as she holds out a cologne bottle shapped like a skull.

"The Phantom of the Opera has been lusted over by millions of women from all over the world. Girls throw mthemselves at the masked man, paying little heed for the other men of the world. For decades, non-deformed men have been ignored for their lack of mystery and deformity. But now," She holds the bottle higher, "There is Death's Head cologne: For the Phantom in you."

A normal-looking bow wigh dark brown hair and green eyes is dragged in, against his will, by what are clearly phangirls. They strap him to a chair despite his screaming. The first girl advances towards him.

"Watch as Death's Head transfroms this... normal boy."

She sprays the bottle at the boy and a thin, sparkling mist engulfs him. Once the mist chears, the boy looks the same... except for a strange twinkle in his eye that definitally wasn't there before.

The boy grins wildly. "I feel the asudden urge... to wear a mask and threaten managers and drop scenery on obnoxious opera singers!"

Phangirl 1 is swooning over him and wrapping her arms around him. "Oh, he smell like death!"

The other two girls embrace him. "That's so sexy!"

"Sing for us, phantom boy!"

"So, you see," the first girl to speak went on, "The Phangirls love the-"

"Bring me a cloak and mask! And gloves! And a lasso!" the boy interjects.

She blinks. "... I think that may have worked a little too well."

Another boy walks in. He has long Raoul-hair and big blue eyes. "Hello!"

"Die, FOP!" the Phantom boy breaks ropes that bind him and begins to strangle the boy with his bare hands. "YOU STOLE MY PRECIOUS CHRISTINE FROM ME! MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL!"

"No! Don't hurt me! I'm too beautiful to die!"

"Oh, crap..." the First girl starts to go through her pockets like mad. "I should have thought to make an intidote..."

Alright... I have no idea why I wrote that... well, hopefully it brightened someone's afternoon.