I don't own The Phantom Of The Opera in any way...I don't even own Furby...…k…
Erik after Christine was back in his lair. The mob had gone away after destroying everything they could find.
Erik sat at the bench and cast his eyes up to the heavens "God I know I have abandoned you, but please can you help me in my time of need?
He heard a sound then 'THUNK' he was knocked out.
A couple of hours later Erik opened up his eyes to see a pair of glassy, yet staring purple eyes watching him.
" AACKKK!" he yelled knocking the 'thing' over.
Poking it a couple times with a stray piece of wood, he decided it would not attack him and cautiously picked it up.
As soon as he did, it blinked 'whirr' He gasped almost dropping it again.
Holding it up by the ?ear? If that is what it was, he examined it.
'IT' was about 10 inches high, with fuzzy, light green hair and with pink ears.
He turned it toward him accidentally knocking the back of its head.
"OOPS!" the THING yelled out.
Erik gasped and grabbed his Punjab Lasso pulling around the Thing's neck/body.
Tighter and tighter until it suddenly said "I LOVE YOU" Erik stopped, gaping.
He loosened the Punjab and took out the thing.
Now that he felt it, it actually was quite endearing. "What? What did you say?" he said trembling, his hand stroking the object.
"I LOVE YOU"
He hugged it close feeling it move and waddle. He looked up once more toward the heavens "thank you God for this thing that sees me for what I truly am"
Miles away a girl huffed and sat on her bed "Damn it where did I put that Furby now?"