Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show

A/N (9/14/2016): So... this fanfic is being rewritten to make it nicer. I accidentally erased the originally posted and second draft versions of part one. I'll be now basing the re-write on a much earlier copy backed up onto my computer. I'm really annoyed about that.

Anyway, I plan to add a lot involving Dr. Scott's character. He's always sort of one-sided in stories. It should be better and longer. I always get annoyed when stories end too soon. If this is ever read, I don't want it to be too short. Though I'll also try to avoid making it too long or boring...

"We're wild and untamed thing! A bee with a deadly sting! You get-"

Halfway through the song, the spell was broken. It was some sort of crashing sound and a scream of terror to rival Fay Wray's had stopped everything. This was lucky for the five people being controlled. You see, this strange state was a scary one. They were totally under someone else power. Nothing was there's to control save for a fraction of their own thoughts. That's a traumatizing thing to the victims. So traumatizing that such an experience can haunt them for years. The memory of such a semi-possession is a painful one indeed. At least some people were tougher than others and could stand it.

Frank- the one controlling everyone- lost focus due to that concentration-shattering scream. Once he lost focus, everyone else could think for himself or herself again. He didn't really like that. Though it was the consequence of trying to control everything without help of, say, a computer or another person. As usual he'd overestimated his own abilities.

"Columbia! Go see what that noise was," he barked.

Without a single word, she did so. Even if she was no longer in his control she still did what he told her. That's how she usually behaved, to some extent. The reason e's sent her was not that. It was the fact that the crash had come from a basement-level room beneath the theater and she knew where that was. It happened to be the castle's boiler room. Right outside the theater's doors was a trap door leading to that room.

"It's November. It's not the 5th, is it?" Brad asked.

"Hmm?" Janet muttered, still to shaken to think properly.

Brad chuckled a bit madly. "Somebody tried to blow up parliament on the 5th. Remember, remember the fifth of November…"

"Oh. Guy Fawkes day, or something… right?" Janet replied.

"Yes, that's it. That bang came from somewhere below us. That guy named Guy Fawkes tried to blow up parliament by filling the basement with corn flour… I think," Brad said. "Corn powder, treason and plot... or so I thought. Bubbling toads?"

Frank ignored this strange conversation, while Rocky just stared at them in dull confusion. Neither really cared about those two prudish Earthlings.

There was also another Earthling, that being Dr. Scott, who was far less upset. He hadn't attempted to use his now-usable legs yet. In fact, he wasn't planning to for a while. Working legs would be hard to get used to after more than a decade of being in a wheelchair. At least that mind control hadn't really bothered him. Too many years of being reminded of his crimes out-shone less than a half hour of being unable to control the world around him. Unlike Brad and Janet, he'd both suffered from severe guilt and committed unthinkable crimes. Though he hadn't ever known much about what the rest of the Nazi party - that is, those who weren't rocket scientists - was doing, he'd guessed. And he'd spent too much time ignoring the hints that something truly wrong was being done to those sent to 'work'.

Even after he'd changed his name and become somewhat American, all as part of Operation Paperclip, he still was considered something of a monster by coworkers. Though he thought he deserved it - and partially did. One thing he hadn't deserved was

"Vhat should ve now?" Dr. Scott asked, wheeling himself over to where Frank stood.

"I've not the slightest idea. Probably kill whoever interrupted my show," Frank replied in a tone one usually uses to comment on the weather. It was unsettling, to say the very least.

At that point Columbia returned to the room.

"Vhat vas it?" Dr. Scott asked.

"Um, well… I'm not an expert on your technology… Mags was much too upset to really explain… but I think a laser gun backfired and blew up part of the boiler room. And this giant engine thing appears to be broken somehow…" she explained.

"Well, I'll just get Riff and his sister to-" Frank began to say. Then, he noticed the look on Columbia's face. "What's wrong?"

"Riff is dead," she explained, her voice emotionless.

"Really? Are you sure?"
She shuddered. "Nobody can survive… that."

"Nobody can survive what?"

"Go see for yourself," Columbia replied, clearly to horrified to explain.

Rolling his eyes, Frank did so. When he returned he too looked shocked. Much less shocked than Columbia, though.

It took only seconds for the shock to turn to bratty annoyance. "My handyman has managed blown his own head off. What am I supposed to do now? He was pretty hard working and I doubt I'll be able to find a good enough replacement. Oh! Now I haven't got any servants!"

"Vhat about ze redheaded girl?"

"Do you mean Magenta?" Columbia asked.

"Ja," Dr. 'von' Scott answered.

"Well, she's alive…" Columbia replied nervously.

"Though I doubt she'll be able to work for a while! She seems unable to speak properly and she's refused to move away from her stupid brother's corpse," Frank said pettily.

"The poor thing is probably in shock," Janet replied. "Her brother dying right in front of her! And if it's as violent as it sounds… oh, she'll need a little while to recover. It's like when Betty's Mum died in a car crash. After a while, she'll get used to it."

"It's not like that. He was everything to her… not just a brother. They were practically married. In fact, weddings are only a thing for the ruling classes on their planet… so they were as close to married as they could be!" Columbia explained.

Brad looked very confused. "I thought you said they were siblings?"

Columbia nodded. "They are."

"And they were married…?" Brad asked.

"Yes, I think. Incest isn't really that civilized by some people's standards, but who really cares? Why would I care? What I want to know is what I'm going to do now that they're at least half gone? Who'll bring me breakfast every morning at ten? Who will go buy nail polish and lipstick when we run out?" Frank lamented.

"Nobody will," Brad replied solemnly.

They all stood there in silence. It was a sort of agitated silence. Nobody really pitied Frank, though they were too tired to be actually angry. Everyone was too worn out - or, in a few cases, too freaked out - to think properly.

"Ve should all go to bed now. It's about four in ze morning," Dr. Scott said.

Nobody really had the energy to really do anything else, as you might've guessed. Together they tore the stage curtains down as blankets (a choice that Frank later regretted). And then they all lay down on the theater's floor and went to sleep.

Janet curled up with Brad, and they shared their 'blanket' with Columbia. Despite their stripperific manner of dress nobody felt indecent because they'd already been mentally defiled among other attractive horrors. Frank had the other curtain-blanket and poor dim-witted Rocky slept next to him. Since Frank happened to be a very selfish person, he didn't exactly share the curtain. It's against his very nature. Dr. Scott, on the other hand, stayed in his chair. The plaid blanket he already had worked well enough.

If one were to see this out of context, they would've believed it to be the result of a wild party. They might've thought the people had much alcohol or something. Nobody in their right mind would go swimming while the way these people were dressed. Nobody in their right mind would tear down curtains like that.

Though these people really weren't in their right minds. Something about this place messed with their thoughts. Perhaps it was just the fact they had hardly recovered from the mad mind-control.

The next day, Janet woke up first.

It was nearly the afternoon by then. Of course, it felt like the early morning since she'd only gone to sleep seven hours ago. And it hadn't been a very deep sleep. All her life Janet had been a light sleeper. She hadn't thought it a good thing until then. The sound of somebody crying was what had woke her up. Muffled sobs from beneath the floorboards. Indeed, it took the slightest sound to awaken Janet.

Slowly, Janet sat up.

Who was crying?

Soon enough she remembered the redheaded woman whose brother (or was it her husband?) had apparently died in a room downstairs. That poor woman!

Janet decided to go see if anything could be done. Years ago, her mother had taught her that a friend to talk to and a nice cup of tea could fix most problems. Since she didn't know where the kitchen was, she decided that the first part would be good enough for now. Though these odd people probably didnt even have tea they were so foreign. Now that they all knew their 'hosts' to be aliens

So, she went looking for an entrance to the basement.

Thankfully, Frank had left the trap door open. So Janet walked down that staircase and into the basement.

It was a very strange place.

There were a lot of futuristic machines that went 'ping!' and panels covered in blinking buttons. Strangely, there also seemed to be pipes and things from no later than the early 19th century! Janet really didn't know what to think of it all.

She just kept following the faint sound of Magenta crying.

Soon, she came across a door with the words 'boiler room' written in large, friendly letters. The crying seemed to be coming from that room.

Brad was just upstairs, Janet reminded herself, and he'd be able to hear her scream if anything tried to hurt her. Telling herself this over and over again, she slowly opened the door. What she found there terrified her…

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NOTE: I've filmed a somewhat different adaption of this, which can be found on my YouTube channel (Cececat Writer of Fanfiction). I would post a link but doesn't allow links to YouTube.