Battleon High: The Musical

Hey. Anyways, this is a spin-off of Battleon High. It's based in the same universe, so it's modernish. Anyways, like the title says, it's 'a musical', which means that Ill be taking the characters and have them sing songs from many musicals. What? I love musicals! Anyways, yeah. And, here is the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I own Lizzie. Flame owns Faust. I don't own the song. Oh, and I don't own Peter Griffin. He belongs to Seth McFarlane, the creator of family guy.

P.S – Who wants to guess which musical the title of this chapter is from?


Popular

Lizzie knocked on the door 3 times, and then moved back. She was currently at Rayne and Felix's penthouse (there's an answer to why they have one, but ask flame.)

Swaying on the balls of her feet gently, she waited for someone to answer the door. After a moment, she heard a soft thumping, and a muffled 'coming!' Right after that, the door was burst open, to reveal Faust, with a sandwich in hand, with glasses that Lizzie had never seen her wear before.

Lizzie frowned when she saw her, wondering what she was doing there, but then remembered that Faust would often stay with the 2. Faust's mansion was far away, and no matter how pampered she was because of her wealthy status, and no matter how fast she could get home, it would still be too stressful to commute every day. So, she decided that she could stay with them most of the time during the week. It wasn't a problem; they had plenty of room.

"Ah…Lizzie." Faust blinked, as she recognized Rayne and Felix's best friend, and Rayne's girlfriend. "Anything I can do for you?"

"Erm…" Lizzie began awkwardly. As friendly and normal (at least as normal as people can be in Battleon) Faust was, it was still a little bit unsettling to be talking to someone of such fame. "Is Rayne home?"

Faust bit into her sandwich, and shook her head. As Lizzie was about to leave, she swallowed, and called to her. "You want to come in until she gets home?"

Lizzie turned around, and nodded. Moving out of the doorway to the side, the rich catgirl let the redhead inside, and closed the door behind her.

As she walked inside of the spacious apartment, she flopped down on the couch, and looked at the TV. Faust came, sandwich still in hand, and sat beside her. After watching the television for a minute, Lizzie turned to Faust. "So…Ms. Underwood, where is Rayne?"

Faust, about to take another bite, paused, and looked at Lizzie. "Well, Felix went to the aquarium for a tour, and…"

"And she just couldn't control herself this time, right?" Lizzie finished. Faust nodded, and both shuddered at the thought of what the hyperactive cat-girl could do. "Anyways, Rayne went to bail her out." Faust said, before biting into her sandwich again.

Lizzie shrugged, and continued watching the TV. Apparently, there was a marathon of anime on. But after watching Tokyo Mew Mew, she decided against watching the other back to back episodes of it. Her eyes and ears needed to rest from the bright colours and horrible pitchy dub voices.

Faust winced, and her ears flattened, as she heard the lead character (who had one of the higher, screechy voices of the cast) squeal in that amazingly annoying voice of hers (Its not that I hate Tokyo Mew Mew, its just that I think the dub sucks, well the lead anyways, and its sort of a rip-off of SM)

She groaned, and rubbed her temples. "I swear to god, if I hear 'Mew mew power, mew mew grace' one more time, I will murder the TV!" She grumbled. "Not to mention, my ears are cooler than pink puffballs."

Lizzie snickered at her comment. The tension between them was starting to fade. " Are you sure about the Ms. Underwood?" Faust raised an eyebrow, and turned to face the girl. "Are you questioning my personal opinion, Lizzie?" She said in a mock-commanding tone "Cause if you are…" She suddenly switched her tone to a very authentic sounding Italian one. "I can get someone to take care of that for you, if you know what I mean."

"Oh really?" Lizzie grinned. "Well, Ms. Underwood…" Leaning over, she pushed Faust off of the couch. Faust gasped, as she hit the floor, and looked over to Lizzie. "can you get someone to take care of me for that?"

Faust looked at her, before a small smile graced her lips, and she leapt up, and began to chase Lizzie all around the apartment.

If there was still any tension between them, it was definitely gone by then.


After Lizzie managed to dodge Faust's tackle for the 50th time that after noon, they stopped running. Because, on that 50th time, Lizzie had moved out of the way just before Faust got her, causing Faust to smash herself into a wall.

Normally, kind, thoughtful Lizzie would have immediately rushed over to her, and check if she was alright, but Lizzie, was on the floor roaring with laughter.

"Oh Creator, that was HILARIOUS!" She yelled, as she rolled over, and beat a fist on the floor. Also normally, calm, elegant Faust would've picked herself up, dusted off her clothes, and walked away with an air that said that she didn't just run into a wall. But, also instead, she alternated between a huge laughing fit, and a Peter Griffin style grimacing.

As soon as they had managed to calm down, they had another laugh attack. (Like whenever you have a laugh attack, and then just start laughing violently again for no reason right after you stop.)


When they finally managed to get out all of the laughs left in their system, Lizzie got up, and helped the rich girl up. Walking back over to the den, where the TV was still on, but forgotten, they sat down in separate armchairs, facing each other.

Smiling, they began to talk. After 10 minutes of small talk, Lizzie squealed excitedly.

"Oh, and Faust-" She paused mid-sentence, as she looked over to said girl. "Is it alright if I call you Faust?"

Faust shrugged. "Well, I always thought my name was a little perky, but sure. Even before, you didn't have to call me Ms. Underwood."

Lizzie nodded excitedly, as she bounced in her chair. "You can call me…." She gasped dramatically- "Lizzie!"

Faust blinked. "But I was already calling you that befo-"

"Anyways…" Lizzie continued, completely oblivious to her companion's sentence.

She jumped out of her seat, and ran over to Faust's. Sitting herself on the right arm of the heavy leather armchair, she smiled at Faust.

"Faust, now that were friends, I've decided to make you my new project!"

Faust's eyes widened, and she held her hands up in front of her. "You really don't have to do that." She said to her.

Lizzie smiled, and took Faust's hand in her own, "I know." She said.

"That's what makes me so nice."

A single high chime was struck, and music started to play.

Whenever I see someone
Less fortunate than I
And let's face it

Lizzie leaned over, and nudged Faust.

who isn't-
Less fortunate than I?

Lizzie pressed a hand over her heart.

My tender heart
Tends to start to bleed.

The redhead pulled herself off the couch slowly.

And one someone needs a makeover

I simply have to takeover

She turned back to look at Faust.

I know, I know.

Exactly, what they need.

And even in your case…

Lizzie pulled off Faust's wire frame glasses, and paused. They stared at each other for a bit, before Lizzie continued singing, as she awkwardly put on Faust's glasses back.

Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face-

She moved back again, shaking her head confidently.

Don't worry.

She thrust her fist in the air, and shook it.

I'm determined to succeed.

On succeed, she twirled around fashionably, and stared into space, as if there was a camera or audience in front of her. (Basically, she's staring at the readers. SHE KNOWS YOU"RE THERE. 00)

Follow my lead

She turned to Faust again, and, still smiling, motioned for her to stand up and join her. Which she did.

And yes, indeed.

She stared at Faust intently all the while.

You.

Will.

Be.

Turning away, she stared into the imaginary camera again.

Popular.

She beamed, and looked back to Faust.

You're gonna be

Pop-u-lar

Grasping Faust's arms, she slid her hands down Faust's arm, down to her hands.

I'll teach you the proper poise When you talk to boys

Lizzie shuddered, as she sang that line, and whispered to her under her breath, "Or girls. Preferably girls."

Little ways to flirt and flounce!

"Ooh!" Lizzie squealed, as she pushed Faust onto the couch they were on before.

I'll show you what shoes to wear! How to fix your hair!

Ruffling Faust's short, messy hair, (which was nowhere near as messy as Felix's was), she combed her hands through it.

Everything that really counts

To be popular!

Lizzie sat up, and walked away, her face in the other direction.

I'll help you be

Pop-u-lar!

She turned around, and gazed at Faust. Standing up straight, she continued.

You'll stand with a right cohort!

She mimed hitting a baseball.

You'll be good at sports!

Know the slang you've got to know!

So let's start!

She beamed, before looking away again, and trailing off near the end.

Cause you've got an awfully long way to go...

She motioned with her hand stretched far away from her, and rotating it.

Bouncing over to the couch, she sat behind Faust, and smoothed down her hair.

Don't be offended

By my frank analysis

She leaned down, and put her head so it was right next to the other girl's.

Think of it as

Personality dialysis

Sitting up a bit, she smiled again at her, affectionately.

Now that I've chosen

To become a pal

A sister-

She leaned down again, and wrapped her arms around Faust's neck and hugged her happily.

And advisor!

There's nobody wiser!

Letting go of Faust, she kept singing.

Not when it comes to popular.

She sat up straight, and looked into the imaginary camera, with Faust looking up at her.

I know about popular.

She jumped off of the couch, and belted it out.

And with an assist from me

To be who you'll be!

Instead of dreary

Who you were!

She looked over to Felix, and smiled sheepishly

"Well, are."

There's nothing that can stop you

From becoming populer!

She closed her eyes, and outstreched a finger.

"Lar."

Turning to the side, she began doing very poorly executed leaps and skips from her side of the room, to the other.

La la!

She made it without harming herself, and twirled around, her eyes still closed, as she sang.

La la!

Opening her eyes, she smiled at Faust, and pointed a finger at her.

Were gonna make you

She jabbed her finger at her with every syllable of the next word.

Pop-u-lar!

She giggled, and skipped over to Faust, and pulled off her glasses.

When I see a depressing creature

With unprepossessing features

She pulled out a new tube of lip-balm out of her pocket, and began applying it to Faust's lips. Faust held her head up, looking a bit pained, as it was put on her.

I remind them on their own

We have to think of

As Lizzie moved back, Faust began trying to wipe it off of her lips.

Celebrated heads of state

Or especially great communicators!

Strutting around the couch in a circle, she paced.

Did they have brains or knowledge?

Finally stopping in front of Faust she set her feet firmly.

"Don't make me laugh!" She giggled again.

They were popular!

She waved off Faust. "Please." She said as she rolled her eyes.

It's all about

Pop-u-lar!

She settled herself down beside Faust, and swayed to and fro.

It's not about aptitude

It's the way you're viewed

So it's very shrewd to be!

She swayed even more violently, as she looked over to Faust.

Very very Popular

Like

Me!

She tee-heed and pointed to herself at the last word.

"Alright, Let me show you how to toss your hair." She said, as she leaned over, and let her hair hang to one side.

"You just flick." She began, as she twisted her head quickly, so her long red-orange hair was tossed over her shoulder.

"You just flick. Or-" She began, as she stood up straight.

"You can use your hand." She stated, as she pushed it over her shoulder, and tossed it over with her hand. Semi-interestedly, Faust began to copy her.

"Actually, you can use your whole body." Twisting herself around, she shook herself, and nearly fell onto Faust, who caught her. Looking into the camera, she made a high-pitched guitar string noise. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at her. "Don't do that one."

"Stand." She commanded. Faust stood without question. Tapping her fingers on her chin, Lizzie's suddenly obtained a light-bulb look, and pulled a small, metal rod off of a nearby table.

'Eh, why not.' She thought to herself.

"I will now transform your clothes, into a beautiful ball gown." Waving the wand haphazardly in front of her, a twinkling music began.

"Ball gown." She said. Faust, with her eyes closed, look down, and opened them, to see that her jeans and shirt hadn't changed.

Clearing her throat, Lizzie waved it just as haphazardly again. "Ball gown!" She screamed.

Looking down again, Faust's clothes still hadn't changed. Not that she minded.

Lizzie frowned at her 'wand', and slapped it against her knee.

"Is this thing on?"

Whilst Lizzie began to slap it against the couch, Faust began to laugh, as she looked at her counterpart. "Do you want me to try?"

Lizzie looked up, and smiled back at her. "I got it, I got it. Ah…"

Lizzie just threw the 'wand' behind her. "Just wear your stuff, they're pretty!"

She leaned over, grasped the girl by the arm, and sat her back down on the couch.

"Now for the finishing touch…"

Lizzie reached up, and grasped something in her own hair. Pulling it out, she shook her head back, and smiled at it. It was a nice, silvery hairpin, with a small, white rose engraved on it. (Yes, it's different from the original, if you know where this is from)

"Okay Faust…" She slid it into Faust's hair, and beamed at her. Pulling out a small hand mirror, she handed it to Faust. "Why Ms. Underwood." Lizzie smiled at her. "You look beautiful."

Faust gazed at her reflection, and shook her head in denial. But Lizzie could still see the tiniest smile on her face.

Suddenly, the door opened, and they heard Felix call- "Hey Faust! Were home! Help us with our junk!"

Faust got up, handed Lizzie the mirror, and headed to the door, the ornament still in her hair.

"You're welcome." Lizzie called after the cat-girl. Sighing, she looked into the mirror, giggled, and smiled at her reflection. As if singing to the mirror, she continued.

And though you protest

Your disinterest

I know clandestinely.

Still smiling to herself, she grinned, and the music became cheerful again.

Your gonna grin and bear it

Your newfound popularity!

"Ah!" She cheered happily, as she jumped, and sprawled out, lying on her back, moving her knees from side to side.

La la, la la!

Sitting up suddenly, she clutched the mirror to her heart, and looked mock-serious

Just not,

Quite as popular,

As

Taking a deep breath, she held the mirror up, and stared into it, an open mouthed, teeth showing smile on her.

Me!

She held the note for as long as she could, until the final beat. Finally, she sprawled back onto the couch, giggling to herself.

End-

Yup yup, first chapter. Hoped you liked it! Try to guess where this song is from. Next up:

Valencia and Robina have a little duet together, set before the usual Battleon High timeline.