A kindly story about life in Transexual, Transylvania and times before Janet and Brad.
I DON' OWN THESE CHARACTERS, DANGIT(LIKE I WISH). I JUST WRITE LIKE I LIKE IT. THANKS.
Setting: Right before the coming to Earth.
Chapter One: A Day Like Any Other
It was one of those days everyone looked forward to. The sun was beating down and the men and women of Transylvania were ready for a day filled of social occasions. It seemed that many of the days in this country were filled with happiness and merriment. People were pleased with each other, they looked forward to seeing each other. So, for such a positive place, why so many dreamers?
In the midst of the wild parties and happiness, set a large house on a hill. The house was fairly darker then anything else in the area. The people around liked referring to it as one of those places you really don't like having in your neighborhood. A large grumpy looking building. But big enough to make a statement of power and wealth.
Inside the mansion dwelt a man no older than 40, and he really looked it. But, despite his age, he knew how to live. All day long he'd marvel at the wonders of life. The joy, the depression, and the anger. His name was Frank N. Furter. And this was what many of his faithful servant referred to him as. Frankenfurter. He was not like many other men who lived in the country. But, similar to them, he pranced around in such garb that we, on Earth, would not seem regular. He was modest on most parts, but don't let his innocence fool you.
He was a scientist, mad at that. His longest focused creation would be the making of a man. A clone, if you will. But it had been his project in process for more then 10 years. Ever since he came to wealth with the invention of his traveling machine two years ago, in which no one had dreamed of on his country.
As the day grew darker, and the sun fell shorter, Frankenfurter sat within the confines of his Opium Den with two of the closest members of his helpful team. They sat with pipes in hand on large royal pillows without a drop of sunlight entering into the room. And as they sat, they continued dreaming up ways to create that perfect man.
"Of course, we know what we're looking for." The boss said. "If only we knew how to succeed."
"I don't know how you'll be able to pull it off, Master. You've been trying too hard for entirely too long." A weakling in the corner, named Riff Raff had blurted, sucking his pipe.
Taking another puff of the stem in hand and then setting it down, Frankenfurter stood and made his way to Riff Raff's corner, mounting the man and facing him, eye to eye.
"Your negative drive isn't going to get us anywhere. Why don't you do something useful, like clean my sheets."
"Yes Master." Riff Raff said in a flirtatious moan as his boss lifted the weight off allowing him to rise to the command.
Making his way to the middle of the room to address his other servant, Frankenfurter jaunted one hip to the side and placed a fist on the other.
"The last thing I need right now is a bunch of downers not letting my work go anywhere." He said like the most drunken diva on earth would. "And further more I..." and with his previous thoughts escaping him and new ones entering, he stared into space, letting all he had never known now be present.
"I...I...Ohhh." He sighed in detest, plopping himself down on a pillow near another of his servants, Magenta. "I had it. And then lost it." he said in an exasperated tone. "Oh it's hopeless to make the perfect Transylvanian man." he said stealing the womans pipe and taking a puff.
"Then...why don't you make the perfect Earth man, Master?" Magenta spoke up in a rather monotoned voice.
Sitting upright in a gave of wonder. "You may have something there. What's stopping us from going to Earth? It has been on the agenda for after we make the man. But why not now? It may be easier!" He said jumping up and out the door, followed by Magenta.
"I'll do it, Magenta! We're off to Earth. Prepare the machine!"
As they made a heavy pace down the halls and then up the old elevator, a dream passed over Frankenfurter's face.
"It will be wonderful. I will do so much with Earth that they won't know what to expect. I shall make them...Trans-gendered!" He yelled as they finally made it to the machine in his laboratory. Switching nobs and pulling gears, Magenta and Riff Raff stood by waiting in terror. They knew something was about to happen. Landing on another planet didn't seem like an easy thing. But it was happening. As the mansion started shaking the three of them stood laughing as if ready for what was happing, yet still a little hesitant. All around them servents dashed for the exit. They were too scared to be a part of whatever the mad scientest was congouring this time. They had to get out and the sooner the better. Just then, a former lover of Frankenfurter, a woman who had been a close follower of the scientist and loyal servant named Columbia ran into the Laboratory, knowing the action came from there.
"What's the big idea, Riff?! I'm trying to entertain my guest-man and he all a sudden has to leave cause the building is..."
Cut off by Magenta, Columbia's face became a little more submissive.
"The master is taking us to Earth. We're going to Earth, Columbia!" Magenta yelled in a state of nirvana.
They were all lifting from the planet they were on and soon they would land in a place they weren't accustomed to. Soon they would be entertaining different kinds of guests and the people around them would give them more credit then they deserved.
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I'm not done. This is gonna rock (I think at least!) so post some nice criticsm. That is in fact, if that exists.