Father or Furter?
A Story of Decisions and Dilemmas
I don't own Rocky Horror. Richard O'Brien does. I just own the DVD! Rambia Cosmo is me and my friend Cristina's fan character.
"I remember doing the Time Warp! Drinking, those moments when…" A teenage girl sang to herself as she teased her blonde hair into what was a ponytail-turned poof. "…the blackness would hit me," she continued as she applied her makeup.
Her name was Rambia Cosmo—although most just called her Rambie—and she was the daughter of Riff Raff, a renowned general in the Transylvanian militia. Together, they lived in a relatively small house on the planet of Transsexual, in the galaxy of Transylvania. Rambie peered out the one window in her room, which was where she spent most of her time. Her window gave her a perfect view of the castle, where the Old Queen and the rest of the Furter family lived. The castle was right along the shore, and every so often, a wave would hit it, but just a slight tap. Rambie figured that even the ocean had to pay its respects to Her Majesty, the Queen.
She looked up at the moon and said, "Mother, wherever you are—whoever you are—is it beautiful down there? Did Father ever take you to the palace for any of the royal banquets?" She sighed wistfully. "I wish I could have one of those wonderful uniforms…the gold ones with the lightning bolt." Rambie looked down at her outfit—it was a simple black dress, with a white collar and sleeves. It had once belonged to her deceased aunt, Magenta, who (unbeknownst to Rambie) was rumored to be her mother. But then again, many women were rumored to be her mother.
Unlike many of us humble humans, Transylvanians go to sleep at noon and awake at midnight. They are the creatures of the night. Rambia Cosmo always seemed to wake up a bit early. As the clock struck twelve, she rushed out of her room to wake her father.
"Father!" she whispered, peeking her head around his door. "It's time to get up now!"
Riff Raff was asleep in his bed. Next to him was Magenta's coffin. After she had died, he kept her in there so he could always be with his beloved sister. They had been extremely close before her unfortunate demise.
"Father?" she said again, louder this time. Riff was completely still. A slight moment of panic came upon her. She burst the door completely open and shook him until he finally stirred. "Oh, Father!"
Riff managed to let out a distant "Hmmm…."
"It's astounding, time is fleeting," she began to recite.
Her father's eyes slowly opened. With a smile, he continued, "Madness takes its toll. But listen closely—not for very much longer. I've got to keep control!"
"Lose it, Dad!" she laughed.
"Not now, dear. How did you sleep yesterday?"
"I was up all day! It was horrible. I'm so tired."
"You don't seem it."
"I'm just happy to see you!" she squeaked. Riff and Rambie had a very close relationship. He sat up in bed, and she leaned over to give her father a kiss on the cheek. "I'll go downstairs and make you something to eat."
He smiled as the daughter of his own walked out of the room. "She's growing up to be a beautiful young woman," he thought aloud. Turning to Magenta's coffin, he whispered, "don't you agree? She has your thick eyelashes, my dear sister."
Meanwhile, Rambie stood in the kitchen, tying her aunt's white apron around her waist. She didn't quite understand why, if her brother was a general, she was a domestic worker. It just didn't add up. Not bothering to consider it anymore, she grabbed all of the supplies she needed and started to prepare her father a wonderful breakfast.