I don't own Frank or any of the other characters mentioned in this story and so on. If I did, I'd lock them all up in my room and never leave. But I don't. This is my first serious published fanfic so be kind and R/R. There is some "language" shall we say, in here, and A LOT of things are implied, but if you're mature enough to watch the movie, you can handle it.






Floorshow Musings



The nerve of that woman! That . . . whore! Frank fumed to himself. A thought pushed itself into his mind, and he tried to shove it away. What has she got that I don't? To take my creation, my baby and defile him like that. How could she seduce him and take him away from me? How DARE she?


He slid further into his bubble bath, relaxing to the sound of Magenta and Riff Raff dragging his medusa-ed prisoners to the elevator in the room next door. "The floorshow will change all that," Frank mused aloud. "The little bitch just needs to learn some respect. It's not as though she couldn't be a good lay with a little bit of training. She's just so damn arrogant..." Again, he sank down into the bubbles before adding in a smug voice, "And insatiable."


He got out of the bath and let the water start to drain out of the tub. They all had their charms. Janet was absolutely gorgeous. Brad . . . well, just breaking Brad and watching him whimper was fun in itself. And Dr. Scott's knowledge could come in handy. Not to mention how sweet it would be to exact his revenge on Dr. Scott on Transsexual, slowly torturing the Nazi until he cried out for mercy. That was why he had shown them the sonic transducer. It was his other baby, his other pride and joy, although not as fuckable as Rocky. Rocky . . . Rocky was expendable. Frank took his towel off its hanger and wrapped it around himself sadly. Rocky . . . Rocky had been an incredible specimen of manhood. But there would be other creations. Creations where Riff Raff didn't stick his disjointed nose in where it shouldn't be, making stupid declarations like "That is certainly big enough!" Columbia too would just have to return to a normal life on earth. But the three newest earthlings in his collection were coming back to Transsexual.


Frank laughed, and quickly toweled off his hair. He then replaced his towel on its hook and slipped into a pair of black underwear. "You mean, he's gonna send us t'another planet?" he mocked Janet aloud. Another planet, ha! "There are places out there, distances you can't even begin to visualize, my sweet," he crooned to himself.


He sat in front of a mirror and starting curling his thick hair around jumbo rollers. As his fingers deftly accomplished a task they'd done hundreds of times before, his mind began to wander again. To be back on Transsexual . . . land of night, with his two new playthings, Brad and Janet. He couldn't wait. They just needed the floorshow to mold them, to teach them that everything was about HIM. Then a final fling in the pool with the two innocents, not so innocent anymore, Rocky and Columbia and a quick, tearless (at least, on his part) goodbye to the latter two, possibly accompanied by a quick blast from a laser for the blond muscle man. Frank shrugged nonchalantly and reached for his makeup bag.


And then they'd be on their way, shooting off into outer space at a speed of trillions of miles a second.


Only, of course, this was not to be.