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Chapter One: Moving In

"How could this be happening? What have I done to deserve this horrid punishment?" Erik asked wonderingly.

"Simple. Christine wanted us to get to know each other some before the wedding. Believe me, it wasn't my choice either!" Raoul shouted sadly. "But, you see, Christine said she wouldn't marry me unless I became more like you and seeing as she's the only girl who ever accepted my proposal, naturally I had nothing to lose coming down here and seeing how—"

"So what you're saying is, you're planning to stay here?" Erik asked, shocked. He rose from his chair and started toward Raoul.

"Yes, but don't worry and please don't kill me. Christine promised to visit as much as she can!" Raoul pleaded. "She'll also be coming to check on me and if I'm dead then, well, she wouldn't be very happy with you, monsieur." Raoul was scared now. What if Erik found out that Christine wouldn't be coming, that she had been locked in her room, that she had wanted to go back to Erik, and that was the reason Raoul wanted to be like Erik! That was a scary thought. Who knew what Erik would do?

"You say Christine will be checking on you?" Erik asked, a little less irritated

"Yes." Raoul said meekly and then gulped, hoping he wouldn't guess the truth.

"I suppose it would be alright for a little while, if Christine will be coming." Erik said to himself. He didn't see Raoul cutting up a piece of leather. He turned around. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Erik screamed. then came to his senses and straightened his back. "What are you doing, sir?" he inquired.

"I'm being you."

"Well at least your ugly little face is covered. Your's makes mine almost look handsome. White, monsieur, is not your color. Oh well." Erik sighed. This was going to take a lot of patience. Erik walked away.

"Where are you going?" Raoul asked.

"Somewhere else, maybe get some silence."

"Well— alright." Raoul started after him.

Erik turned. "You sir have disgraceful posture! It sickens me to see you here anyway but watching you walk is making me want to puke!"

Raoul stood astounded. "You saw me walking? But you were turned away!"

"Observe the mirror on the wall." Erik pointed to the wall he had been walking toward.

"Oh thank goodness! I was beginning to think you had eyes on the back of your head!"

Erik snorted and turned. Raoul saw two eyes embedded in the back of Erik's head! He screamed.

"Good night, man! It was only a joke, and I must say you reacted just like Christine did when I did it to her. You have her scream down perfectly! How did you manage that?"

Raoul fainted. Erik took off the eye-glasses, dragged Raoul to the hammock and plopped him on it. Erik tied him on so he wouldn't fall off and then looked at him. There was a trail of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and he had an expression on his face that made him look constipated. Erik stared in awe and then was startled by the low, "Mooooooooo," that issued from him. Erik jumped back. He shivered. How could Christine possibly want to marry someone who mooed in their sleep? It was actually kind of scary. Raoul rolled his head away from Erik, exposing his ponytail. Erik grinned a menacing grin.

Raoul awoke to the sound of the organ and then, realizing he couldn't get up, started shouting at Erik to set him free. Erik, though, didn't choose to listen and went on playing. Raoul was mad— so mad that he had smoke pouring from his nose. The nose served him well for this as it was so large. Then he started to chew on the nearest rope.

Erik, having a mirror in front of him, was enjoying the entertainment. Raoul now had one hand free and was grabbing at the rope that held his other arm. Erik stopped playing and stood up. Raoul stopped and looked at him.

"You, monsieur, are a very interesting person when you're asleep. Oh the noise you make! Finally I had to start playing a very loud song so as to drown you out but then you started singing I had to wrap this pillow around my head with my belt and play the organ. But mostly you must have been conversing with your imaginary cow friends."

"Oh God. I thought that phase was over! My mom said that I hadn't been doing that any more!" Raoul said, disappointed.

"Well, I'm sorry for you but more for Christine on your wedding night!" Erik said, laughing.

Raoul glared at him. "My wedding night is none of your business!"

Raoul found that his other arm was loose and went to smooth his hair and screamed his Christine scream. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!"