A/N: I was watching Rocky this morning, and this popped into my head (: WOO, RIFFGENTA!
"I have grown weary of this world! When shall we return to Transylvania, huh?" I shouted, trying to scare Frank a little with my tone, I think I may have succeeded. Riff was gently stroking my arm with his finger, so I started to turn around and glare at him, trying to tell him that this wasn't the time,
"Magenta, I am indeed grateful to both you and your brother Riff Raff – you have both served me well, loyalty such as yours must be rewarded and you will discover when the mood takes me I can be quite generous."
"I ask for nothing… Master" I hated calling him master, and I didn't want anything from him, all I wanted was to go back and stand on the beach in the eternal night of our beloved planet, but Frank's mission seemed to be never ending, and we had to do something about it.
"And you shall receive it; in abundance!" He walked to the elevator and slammed the door, "Come. It is time for the floor show." Frank hit the button and descended to the lower floors to prepare for his self-proclaimed 'moment of fame', I stared at the elevator as it went down. Riff took my hand and led me to where the frozen statues of Brad, Dr Scott and Janet stood and bent his elbows behind him, I copied him and brought my fingertips to his, then our forearms, then finally our elbows. A surge of electricity coursed through us and we ran up to the hole in the wall that Dr Scott had created when Frank decided to 'acquire him in person'. We walked through the empty corridors of the castle and found our quarters, Riff opened the door and walked towards the large, dusty, spider infested chest in the corner next to the boarded up window. He opened it and held up his suit,
"Remind me why we don't wear these more often?" he said sarcastically,
"You'd look amazing in anything, Riff" I picked up mine too, "You know, these Earthling outfits have grown on me, Transylvanian clothing is… too outrageous."
"Well perhaps we'll start a new trend then." Mused Riff. He stepped into his suit and looked at himself in the mirror,
"That suit barely covers your ass…" I said mindlessly, sculpting my wild red curls upwards, adding white extensions to the sides,
"I know," mumbled Riff, tugging it down, I slapped his wrist,
"Hey! I never said I didn't like it." I winked at started to walk out the door, Riff followed and grabbed my ass,
"Neither does yours, sister…"
"That doesn't mean you can grab it." I nudged him playfully out the door and shut it behind me.
"Do you remember the plan?" asked Riff,
"Of course. I just have to, quote from you: stand there and look wonderful. And you zap Frank."
"Great memory," we stopped a while away from the double doors that led into the ballroom, "Ready?" Riff looked at me, his trademark smirk spread across his face,
"I'm shivering with antici-"
"Pation." He finished my sentence. I retouched my hair and gave him a quick high five, we ran towards the doors to the ballroom, and we burst through them. Frank turned and looked at us in shock, a gasp escaped his lips, "Frank-n-Furter, it's all over, your mission is a failure, your lifestyles too extreme! I'm your new commander, you now are my prisoner, we return to Transylvania, prepare the transit beam!" Sang Riff, beautifully, if I may add. I spun quickly on one heel and began to make my way out.