Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show, although it would be awesome if I did. Yay for first stories! I feel like this chapter is extremely short and confusing, so hopefully I can fix that in the next one. Y'know, whenever I get away from these stalker-cats. I don't like typing with an audience.
They promised, they really did. I guess I respect them for that now, but back then I just wanted to slam their faces into a wall. Perhaps I should explain?
I was new to this planet. Earth, Riffy told me. It was like a giant adventure! Hah, maybe not. He really hadn't wanted me to come along. Too dangerous, he'd explained, for my delicate sister. Delicate? Bleh, why would he have called me that? I'm a domestic, I can handle anything.
Well, maybe. I'd never left Transsexual, Transylvania in my life, but I had a feeling this place would be okay. Given that Riffy didn't have much of a choice, I was to assist anyway, no matter how the little handyman felt about it. Besides, there was a year to go wherever we chose, which was interesting.
Frank-N-Furter, the prince and also a self-proclaimed 'sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania'—he sang pretty much every stranger the song, always getting the same reaction for the most part—was probably one of the most likable people I'd come across. He was pretty tolerant of the whole incestuous thing that was going on with me and Riff when most weren't. He was also the one that demanded the two of us came along, and being royalty, I was not one to oppose him.
He'd asked his mother to let him go to this Earth place to create life. She'd thrown back that he could do that here.
"Not that way. To make someone without having to wait forever!" His temper tantrums were almost to the level of a small child's, and like any mother with a spoiled brat, he got what he wanted.
So, now I was sitting in my new room in the castle, waiting patiently like a good little maid for someone to tell me I was needed. I'd asked Frank privately to not share a room with Riffy…we were going through a rough point in our relationship and I just didn't want to deal with it. And when the time came, I walked right out of that castle.
And right back in.
There was something wrong with this place; it was too bright, too colorful. I was ready to go home immediately.
"You wanted to come, 'Genta," Riff murmured, just loud enough that I could hear. Glaring, I turned to him with the intention of slapping the smirk off of his face. "Now we've got to deal with your decision."
"My decision? You should know that this is all Frank's idea!" I shouted vehemently, my thick accent making it sound idiotic. He put his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair the way he always did when I got upset. I always worried he would get tangled up in the frizzy mane of mine, but somehow, he was good at it. A professional finger hair person, my brother was. That sounded stupid, I knew.
"The decision has been made, dear sister. I'm surprisingly pleased with your choice." And with that said, I knew I didn't feel like slapping my brother anymore.
"Come along you two, if you're not going to flirt with me then there will be no flirting at all." Frank said, pushing his way into the room. He was dressed quite nicely in my opinion; in fact, I think the purple dress he was wearing was straight from my closet. I really needed to remember to lock my door. Ah well, it looked better on him anyway, so it was just fine.
Riffy gave me a questioning glance. I shrugged, motioning for him to go forward. I hated leading.
Time to figure out what we were going to do for the next year while Frank searches for, er, spare parts.