A/N: Okay, so this is my first fic. I'm really trying here so yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Obviously I do not own any of the characters; they all belong to the wonderful Mr. O'Brien.
Another night spent on the bathroom floor. Every day was the same; she awoke to a nauseating feeling which left her hunched over the toilet emptying her stomach. Magenta picked herself up and walked out of the room. There were her work clothes, neatly folded, resting on the chair. Standing in front of a full length mirror, Magenta removed her sheer nightgown, letting it fall to the floor. She stared at the woman in the mirror; the flaming red hair that frizzed out in every direction and the pale skin that made her blood red lips appear more bold. She smiled at herself. Then she turned to the side and looked at her still flat stomach, relieved that it had not yet begun to swell.
"What will the master say?" she asks herself, "What will Riff say?" As Magenta continued to scrutinize every spot on her body, Columbia bounded into the room.
"Good morning!" she exclaimed, "Whatcha doing?"
Magenta quickly pulled her dress down over her head and said, "I was looking at a birthmark."
Columbia shrugged and tapped out of the room. Magenta hated that tapping sound and made a mental note to herself to find and destroy those shoes. She turned back to the mirror and concentrated on her stomach.
"How am I going to tell Riff Raff?" she whispered.
She shook it off and left for the kitchen. There she prepared the master's breakfast, needing to stop every so often to vomit in the sink.
"How come this is still happening?" she asked, "There's nothing left to throw up!"
Little did Magenta know, Columbia stood near the door, watching her. As soon as the breakfast was finished, Magenta carried the tray up to Frank's room.
"Good morning Master," she said as she set the tray on the bed.
"Yes, yes Magenta," replied Frank, barely even recognizing Magenta's existence. "That will be all."
Magenta nodded, turned and began walking toward the door. Before she even made it there, she passed out. Frank sighed and then called for Riff.
"Riff Raff, please report to my room, your sister is in need of some assistance."
Riff entered the room and saw Frank eating his breakfast and Magenta out cold on the floor. He scooped his beloved sister up and cradled her in his arms for a moment. He then proceeded to carry her to his bedroom where he waited for her to come to.