Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A/N: The last few stories I've begun have been awful. Hopefully this isn't.
When that glittery, cheerful creature had first appeared in the castle Magenta wasn't pleased. She hadn't left the castle as of then, so she'd never run into any of this planet's inhabitants. And now she was glad of this.
If this creature called 'Columbia' was perfectly average Earthling, Magenta couldn't understand how their primitive planet managed to function. The high-pitched voice and annoying cheerfulness distracted Magenta from whatever she'd happened to be doing when the creature wanted to talk to her. For some reason, on this strange planet, the people would often have conversations about the weather and other pointless things.
Stating the obvious seemed to be a waste of time.
Another thing that made this Earth person strange was her hair. It happened to be a most peculiar shade of pink! The only Earth-people Magenta had ever see before Columbia happened to be from black and white films. It was impossible to tell what shade someone's hair is when they aren't in color. But, then again, this creature also didn't have eyebrows. And she was much thinner than many of the people in the films.
The first week she'd been at the castle, Columbia had slept in either the Master's bedroom or one of the guest rooms. After that, she'd been told that she'd be staying in Magenta's room. The moment she found out this news, the creature called Columbia ran to tell her 'friend'.
"I'm going to be sleeping in your room now! Isn't that exiting?" Columbia exclaimed.
Magenta didn't even bother to look up from the magazine she was reading. "Hmm."
"So... we're roommates, aren't we?"
"I suppose," Magenta replied coolly.
"That's cool. My older sis- the one who went to college- says you become best friends with your roommate. Of course, that's at college. I'm not sure if it's the same... but I'm sure we'll end up very close!"
To Magenta's amusement, the girl didn't seem to realize how suggestive that sounded.
"Is that so?" she replied, sounding much more calm than she was.
That lively girl would be poor Magenta's roommate. Oh, what a terrible fate to be assigned... for both of them. Of course, Columbia didn't realize that Magenta found her awfully annoying. So she really did look forward to sharing a room with the other girl. Later, of course, she wouldn't be so happy about it all.
That evening, Columbia returned to Magenta's room. It was a few hours after dinner by then. So late, in fact, that Magenta had at one point thought that the girl was in the Master's room. The sight of the door swinging open and that horridly cheerful girl walking in proved how wrong she'd been.
"I'm back!"
"Obviously," Magenta muttered.
Columbia then went to get dressed. Afterwards, she stood in front of Magenta's dressing table mirror and combed her short hair. As she watched the girl, Magenta couldn't help but ask a question that had been preying on her mind for a while.
"Do all of your people have hair like that?"
"What do you mean?"
"The color."
"Nobody has hair that color... I dye it!" Columbia explained, giggling.
Partially to frighten Columbia, though mostly so the glittery creature wouldn't notice her blushing in embarrassment, Magenta turned the room's only light out. It happened to be a lamp on Magenta's bedside table, so that was easy.
"Mags!" the girl's voice called out.
"My name is Magenta," she growled.
"Please, Magenta, turn the light on!" Now Columbia really sounded scared.
Rolling her eyes, Magenta did so. For a moment she pitied the creature. Then, after a moment, she reminded herself that Columbia had invaded her room. There wasn't any reason to pity someone who'd do that.
And so, Magenta didn't turn the light out until the other girl had gotten into her own bed (all the way across the room from Magenta's).
The next day, Magenta woke up first.
Such a thing wasn't odd in any way, though. After all these years as a servant, she'd gotten used to waking up to the sound of the gong rung by a downstairs-only servant. That was at about 7:45 every morning. Even after they'd left their home planet, she still woke up at that time.
But, unlike at home, the various sounds of the workday beginning were eerily absent.
She tried to suppress those fond memories, as usual. And she succeeded. So, as usual, she began to get ready for the day. But, before Magenta could even get dressed, the sight of her new roommate sleeping distracted her.
Columbia looked like a child, lying there asleep. Something about her was very cute. Magenta prided herself on her elegant sexiness. It took effort to speak in just the right pitch, pull off certain outfits… and she always wore dark, elegant colors.
But this creature called Columbia was nice looking in a different way. And she looked nicer when she wasn't trying to. Her annoying voice and clumsiness distracted from the fact that she was slightly pretty.
No wonder the Master liked her; Magenta couldn't help but think… not that Magenta would ever do the awful things he does to people when he 'likes' them.
The fact that this creature was called Columbia bothered Magenta. That name didn't really suit the girl. Anyway, a nickname would annoy Columbia- or so Magenta hoped.
"I shall call you…" Magenta thought about this for a while. "Pixie."
Yes, that would work well enough. Not only was Columbia thin and delicate looking, such a name also invoked images of devilish little creatures causing all sorts of trouble for people.
Smiling to herself, Magenta got dressed.
And then she went downstairs to make breakfast. The girl still asleep in Magenta's room didn't get up until a few hours later, thankfully.
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