The Phantom of the Opera- Snk Crossover

by Combustibility

23 year old Petra Ral dances for the Paris Legion Opera House. She is promoted to lead soprano of the year's production, "Hannibal". She did not suddenly become a singer, for her tutor is the very ghost that terrorizes the opera house she works in. She finds herself in a situation that could mean her freedom or the lives of those she loves. Petrou. Rivetra.

1. Chapter 1: Prologue

The Phantom of The Opera SnK

1911 Paris Opera House- Prologue

"We are now beginning the opening bid at 5 franks. Lot 663. A poster of this house's production, 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau. As you can see it is in stunning condition."

The auctioneer looked around the room from behind the podium, searching for someone who would raise their sign to bid. Someone did, and he called out, "Thank you Madame. Do I see ten francs? 10?"
Another person raised their sign. "Ten francs, thank you Monsieur."

The auctioneer looked around the motionless room. It seemed as though no one was going to bid any higher. "10 once…Selling twice… Thank you, Monsieur. The 'Hannibal' poster is sold to Auruo Bossard. May I have the next prop?"

A man strode out from the side of the room carrying a box. He set it down and opened it, revealing a board with three human skulls and a pistol tied to it.

"Ladies and gentleman. Lot 664, three human skulls and a wooden pistol from the 1831 production of 'Robert le Diable' by Meyerbeer.

"Opening bid starts at ten. Do I see ten? Ten, thank you sir. Ten francs still. Fifteen I am bid. Sold at fifteen francs. Your number, sir?"

The auctioneer gestured for a young man to stand forward. He began to list the description of the next item.

"665, ladies and gentleman. A paper mâché music box in the shape of a barrel organ. Attached to it is a monkey in Persian robes with cymbals. Discovered in the vaults of the theater, still in working condition."

The man displayed the music box for all to see.

"I would like to start at twenty francs," the auctioneer called out. No one raised their sign. "Fifteen I am bid?"

A middle aged woman held up her sign. She stood next to Auruo, who sat in a wheelchair.
Another man raised his sign, bidding at twenty. Then another woman raised hers, bidding higher.
The middle aged woman retaliated by raising her sign again, calling out, "Thirty."
"Sold for thirty francs. Thank you, Monsieur."

The young man came forward and stood in front of the elderly man in the wheelchair. He took hold of the handle on the side and spun it. Auruo watched as the other man let go of the handle and the monkey sprang to life, closing the space between the cymbals and crashing them together as music played. It was a simple tune, its high notes ringing throughout the room.
After a few more seconds, it came to a stop, and the monkey sat still once again. The elderly man reached up and brushed his fingers against the carved box.

"A collectors piece indeed…" he muttered to himself. The woman beside Auruo laid her hand on his shoulder as he continued to murmur to himself. "Every detail…exactly as she said." The old man laid his hand down slowly, his eyes downcast. "She often spoke of you, my friend. Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead…Will you still play…when all the rest of us are dead?"
The auctioneer cleared his throat. "Our next piece is one of great mystery. Perhaps some of you may recall the strange events of the Phantom of the Opera. We are told this is the very chandelier which figures in the very disaster.

"Our workshops have repaired it and had wired it for the new electric lighting. We now have a hint as to what it may have looked like." The man gestured smugly above them, where a large sheet covered the immense chandelier. Slowly the sheet was lifted.
The auctioneer chuckled to himself and continued. "We may even frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination." He stood taller and called out, his voice echoing throughout the hollow room. "Gentleman?"

The chandelier turned on, its lights incredibly bright. Each light was a different shade of yellow, casting a beautiful glow in the room. Suddenly sparks flew and smoke began to form in the chandelier, where it floated in a clouds above it. More sparks flew, and the men and women below it screamed and shrieked in aghast.

The phantom still lived.

DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING NOT THE CHARACTERS OR THE STORY NOTHIING I JUST HAD THIS IDEA WHILE WATCHING THIS IN SCHOOL FOR A CLASS. Phew it's done. I'm sorry if there are some mistakes in the storyline as I go, I have only seen the actual opera. I haven't read the book. I CAN'T FIND IT. More is on the way. I'm also working on a SnK Christmas Carol, though I hate how I'm starting it out. I actually don't really know how to start it out. I am using this website: ,as a helping hand to writing this. Anyway rant over. SO UH YEAH.