The Turnabout Room
Prologue
Iris was so stupid.
"You are such a failure." Dahlia hissed at her twin sister, who knew that she should look ashamed, and was rightfully so. How could she dare to be so impudent when she had dyed her hair the same shade of crimson red to pose as her and to claim back that necklace? How did she dare when she knew that her twin sister was counting on her to carry out such a simple task; to fool that spiky haired idiot into returning the one thing that would implicate her? "Iris sweetie, you're tearing me apart." She spat viciously, grasping her sister's hand and eyeing the engagement ring on a finger, which she ripped off, not bothering with the cries of protest from Iris, which died away when she shot her a glare.
"You said yes to that idiot when he proposed to you? This wasn't part of our plan!"
"Now, now," Morgan's dry voice came from the corner where she watched, and Dahlia's lips curled into a scowl. She had never liked their birth mother, but the Fey family had some ties that she could use to her advantage, namely her half-sister. Even though Pearl was at such a young age, Dahlia was sure that she would be of much better help than her foolish soft-hearted twin sister. "I hear he is studying to become a lawyer. That is a tremendous financial support, you know."
"Hmph." Dahlia muttered. She had no interest on depending on a man for financial support; she could manipulate them to give, or help her make money just as easily. Dahlia disliked the idea of being the perfect little wife all the time; it was a role Iris would fit much better. Besides, she didn't want any ties between her and that wench, not when he refused to give her back that necklace.
"I'll take things into my own hands." She announced. "From now on, Iris, I'll be meeting Feenie. I'll get that necklace back." And break off that stupid engagement.
Iris did not protest. She could not protest. She could only bow her head, tears brimming in her eyes and pack her things, heading back to that stupid temple and that stupid bikini woman.
As Dahlia dressed and slipped the ring onto her finger, her mother spoke. "You know, you should really consider the marriage."
Dahlia said nothing, simply tossed her hair and walked out from the dark room, umbrella shielding her pale skin from the bright sunlight.
Author's Note: Done for the PW kink meme; I saw this request and simply had to do it! I've never watched The Room itself, but I have watched the Nostalgia Critic's review of it & played the newgrounds game. The timeline is a bit crazy in this fic, because there will be characters from different timelines that do not follow canon. I hope the readers enjoy reading this; it is not meant to follow the movie exactly, and I will attempt to inject as much reason and logic into this fic as I can! Thankfully, Dahlia is a great character to add sarcasm to the stranger parts of the movie that has boggled me.