A/N: Hi, this is my new Riffgenta back-story. Please read and review! I really want to know what you guys think. Also, I do not own any of these characters or settings. Everything belongs to the incredible Richard O'brien. Thanks for reading!
For the first four years of his life Riff Raff had been entirely alone. That's not to say he was an orphan or some sort of urchin raised by wolves. It was simply that he did not feel cared for, nor did he care for any other being. His parents were young and resentful. His father, an alcoholic by the age of sixteen, always resented Riff Raff taking away his freedom. Both his parents had flaming red curly hair, but imagine Grover Vitus's surprise when his girlfriend gave birth to a blonde haired, blue-eyed child, who looked very much like his best friend.
His mother, Sienna was deeply unhappy. She loved Riff Raff, as most mothers tend to love their children, but her post-partum depression could find no outlet. Grover would constantly come upon her dangling Riff out windows and over pots of boiling water. After he would stop her she'd cry and cry and lock herself in her room for days on end. She stayed impeccably thin.
As Riff Raff grew older he never made any friends around the neighborhood. He never even seemed to want any friends. The family lived in an area of Transsexual known simply as "The Heap." Named for the piles upon piles of garbage and filth surrounding the neighborhoods and small town area. They were far from the capitol, miles inland, with it's gleaming castles and lingerie balls filled with noble men and women. They were at least near one of the planet's many astonishing beaches, although filled with broken glass, rowdy lovers and sex-workers, Riff loved to play in the ever-present moonshine. He splashed in the iridescent waves. This was the only time he truly seemed happy.
After four years, Grover had given up on Sienna's happiness ever returning. Riff Raff was growing up with depression as his silent third parent. Hope seemed to dawn however, when the family made the long motorcycle trip to the only doctor nearby The Heap. They had to travel for half the day, and therefore only went every half-year or so.
Sienna emerged from the office with such a look of fear on her face, Grover was sure she was dying. He wash shocked when the nurse came out after her to congratulate him.
"She's already five months along! She should be gaining more weight though." She frowned. "Make sure she eats five meals a day. We don't want the baby to come out big and healthy." She handed him the sonic image. "It's a girl."
"Of course. I'll make sure she eats. Come on honey. Another baby… that's… wow." He put his hand on his wife's back and led her out of the office. Riff Raff scurried along behind them.
A sister. Riff thought. He'd never imagined having another child in the house. He'd never really even talked to other children, they were mostly just mean to him. He hoped this new child would be nice to him.
Grover thought that maybe this new baby, this daughter, could help bring Sienna out of the depression their son had sent her into. He didn't realize that perhaps Sienna's affliction kept her from enjoying the same things other Transylvanians took great joy in. That perhaps another baby would just make things irreparably worse for his family. No, he just ignored his wife's needs and assumed she'd get better on her own. He drowned his problems in a bottle while she let hers consume her.
Five months after the doctor's appointment, and only ten months into what would normally be a twelve month gestation period, Riff Raff's sister decided she could no longer stay in her mother's starving body. She did not allow them time to ride to the doctor. She pushed her way out of her mother on the kitchen floor. Grover was unconscious in a pool of his own vomit in his bedroom. It was the middle of sleeping hours.
From his room Riff Raff heard his mother's door open, as she finally forced herself into the kitchen to eat for the first time in two days. She also wanted to get away from the smell of her husbands bile. He heard a crash, and knew something was wrong. He rushed out of his room, and saw her on the floor, with her underwear around her ankles. She was in pain, and screaming. At four he did not know what to do. He knew that something was wrong with the baby, and that his mother was hurting horribly.
He did the only thing a four year old knew to do for his hurting mother. He sat next to her contorted body and he held her hand. She was in too much pain to even ask him to help. Her body did what it could and finally pushed out the being that could no longer survive inside her.
She did not cry, nor did she seem to breath. Riff Raff saw his sister, lying bloody on top of his mother's soiled underwear. For the first time in his life, he felt care for this vulnerable helpless creature. He immediately knew he had to protect her and care for her the way his parents did not for him. He went to her, this amorphous piece of flesh, that somehow already had a shock of red hair, sticking straight up.
He picked her up, and he rocked her, as he'd seen mother's doing with their babies on the beach or in town. He was a bit too rough, but this is what probably saved her life. Her back hit against his forearm, and she took a breath, finally crying. He continued to rock her, more slowly now, as her cries filled the dingy little apartment. He loved her, she was his sister, and he would do anything for her. He would never let anyone hurt her. Ever.