Disclaimer: I don't own any of these guys; I just toy with them when the fancy strikes. Also, contrary to popular belief, I don't hate Raoul. Erik isn't particularly thrilled with him, though.
AN: Just a tiny, pointless scene written off the top of my head ages ago. I didn't know how to expand it, so here it stands in its entirety. Since it mentions a coffin, we'll say it's very loosely Leroux-based… and horribly OOC. Erik turned out really lethargic…and keeps pet goldfish.
The Phantom of the Fish
Far below the Paris Opera House, a girl name Christine burst into a small stone room, all smiles and flowing curls as she tracked mud onto the expensive Persian rugs.
"Erik! How was your day?"
The ghost in question was lying in his coffin with the lid ajar and a thick book propped up on his chest. He grunted noncommittally.
"Ah." Christine said sagely, edging a bit closer. "So, did anything interesting happen while I was out?"
Erik was quiet for a moment, but finally responded without looking away from his book. "Actually, yes. One of my goldfish has passed away."
Christine peered at the fish tank perched atop a massive black dresser. "Oh…I'm sorry."
"It's alright…" Erik responded quietly, "…considering that it was the little wimpy one I called Raoul."
Christine let out a cry of indignation. "Oh, you're horrible!" She chunked a wadded up piece of sheet music at him before making a dramatic exit.
Erik simply smiled and turned the page.
Fin?
And you just know one of the fish is named Christine!
I have my doubts that the word "wimpy" was even used in that time period.
R&R if you'd like! If not…I probably won't do much about it.
