Disclaimer: I do not own Frank N Furter [If I did, I'd be much to busy with him to be writing this story Richard O'Brien [A.K.A. God Owns it all. I do, however, own Danny.
AN: So...this is my first Rocky fic, it sucks, I know, I'll try to make it more interesting in the next chapters...that is, if anyone wants me to keep it going, if there are no reviews, I'll asume no one likes it, then I'll delete it. Okay, now that this is longer than the story, I'll shut up. XD
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"Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still, but he told us-" My alarm clock started off.
"To fuck off!" I grumbled.
"-Where we stand"
"On our feet" I mumbled into my pillow.
"And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear" It continued.
"They were gold!" I said.
"And Claude Rains was the invisible man"
"But he didn't show up!" By this time, I was standing, staring out my window. It snowed over night. Great, God has devised yet another way to ruin my high heels. Guess I won't wear those today…
"Then something went wrong-"
"WHEN FAY WRAY FUCKED KING KONG!"
"They got caught in a-"
"SEXUAL JAM! YAY SMUCKERS!" I slammed the off button, but kept singing to myself.
"And at a deadly pace, Brad came on Janet's face…" I walked into the hall shedding clothes as I went and grabbed a towel from the hall closet. I stepped into the shower and adjusted the water. I fumbled for the shampoo in the dark, because, you see, I take my showers in the dark. I do everything in the dark, I hate light. After I was done and dry, I slipped on my robe and headed downstairs for some coffee. I mindlessly flipped on the T.V. as I passed.
"Mad River Local Schools have been canceled due to snow today, and three were found dead in the park last night at-" Wait, what? Rewind!
"Mad River Local Schools have been canceled-" I clicked it off
"YES!!! SNOW DAY!" I squealed, my unusually high pitched voice echoing through the empty house. I ran upstairs and dove into my bed. Sleep.
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I woke up later that day around noon. I grabbed a pair of jeans and my Pink Floyd The Wall tee-shirt and threw them on. I happily skipped down stairs and put on my Chucks, grabbing my Rolling Stones sweat shirt on the way. My stomach growled. Food might be nice. Rummaging through my fridge I found….nothing.
"Mum, you need to go shopping" I mumbled, deciding, well I really didn't have a choice, not to eat. I opened the door and a wintry blast hit me dead on. I shivered and stepped out. Time for a little winter walk. The woods were always nice and quite this time of day, so that's where I went. Walking through the trees I heard a laugh. I dismissed it as the wind. A few minutes later I heard it again.
"Anyone there?" I called out. No answer. I came to a clearing and sat down by a frozen pond, throwing pebbles onto it's icy surface. I heard the sound of snow crunching behind me, I whipped around. No one there……except footprints……footprints that were still being made! As they came closer, I realized there was a very transparent figure making them. It sat down by me, and all I could do was make a small squeaking noise. This wasn't any ghost-it was Frankie's ghost...