DISCLAIMER: Despite the fact that the Evil Ballerina is technically still a Rocky Horror Virgin (meaning she hasn't gone to a live showing) her extensive knowledge of the film and infatuation of Tim Curry in drag has caused her to do something she thought she would never do…write fan Fiction. So here's the technicalities: The Evil Ballerina did not create the characters used and exploited in the story below. She is not getting paid for this, ("THANK GOD!" murmurs a random negative Critic negative Critic smashed up wall) this story is totally voluntary. The Evil Ballerina wants to thank the imaginative soul who thought up this musical and the screenplay wrights who made this into a movie. Now onwards with the story…
(WRITER'S COMMENTARY: This is written through the eyes of Frankenfurter…just so you know)
Brad and Janet. What a lovely couple, though I must admit I think they could have loosened up a bit. Brad, the perfect specimen of compensating for smirk something lacking in his anatomy, was a tad to forceful for my taste. I like my men submissive and muscular. Brad was just too …scrawny to put it nicely. Then there was Janet, a sweet naïve Brunette/Redhead, obviously taught that Man's word is law. I like that in a woman. smirks yet again Yes, I knew them. Haven't contacted them in years, mainly being that I was blasted into oblivion. Can't complain really, nice place Oblivion is, I can even smile here without my face hurting wretchedly.
BUT THOSE TRAITORS! HOW DARE THEY! Riff Raff and Magenta, my SERVANTS, betrayed me and doomed me to non existence. Blasted me with one of my own weapons. The lot of them shall pay. At least Columbia and Rocky are here by my side. Ever since we quote unquote "died", Columbia has been nagging and nagging me. She won't shut up! Or she's tap dancing constantly. OR still, she's doing both at the same time! I never really recalled when I sent for a multi tasking sex - er I mean, groupie. She is beginning to annoy me severely. Rocky too, has lost his charm. He's taken to thinking that he is the better cross dresser, so he's been prancing around like a little git in the corset and high heels I made for him in the floor show. And of course, all the other oblivion souls like him better. Why wouldn't they? After all, I made him to be perfect, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscles, tan, illiterate and unable to speak. The perfect man.
A little TOO perfect.
I don't know what happened. First Riff Raff and Magenta were loyal and submissive and loving. They obeyed my every wish, and Riff Raff made the best human filet minion I've had in a long time. Magenta did a marvelous restoration project in the laboratory. Then, Poof. Loyalty no more. Instead they got power hungry, and became sick disgusting sadists bent on destroying all that I've worked for. I shall never forget it.
Was it because I was a bit of a sadist? True, I did like being in control and that whip and leather jacket gave me such a rush of power and arousal…I couldn't help myself. Rocky's "birth" did the same to me. Seeing his sweaty flesh bend and contract with every push up and barbell lift he did made me go weak in the knees. Then that Janet whore ruined it, turned him straight, showed him the love of a woman.
Don't know why, she really isn't that good in bed. More of a klutz than anything.
Brad wasn't that better.
Come to think of it, Rocky just kind of lied there.
Oh well. Non existence goes by and hopefully I'll forget all this ever happened.
(Italics, you know what this means: It means either Author Commentary or the end of a story. And since I don't have anything really interesting to talk about, I'm assuming that this means the chapter is over. Until next time! The Evil Ballerina)
(WRITER'S COMMENTARY: This is written through the eyes of Frankenfurter…just so you know)
Brad and Janet. What a lovely couple, though I must admit I think they could have loosened up a bit. Brad, the perfect specimen of compensating for smirk something lacking in his anatomy, was a tad to forceful for my taste. I like my men submissive and muscular. Brad was just too …scrawny to put it nicely. Then there was Janet, a sweet naïve Brunette/Redhead, obviously taught that Man's word is law. I like that in a woman. smirks yet again Yes, I knew them. Haven't contacted them in years, mainly being that I was blasted into oblivion. Can't complain really, nice place Oblivion is, I can even smile here without my face hurting wretchedly.
BUT THOSE TRAITORS! HOW DARE THEY! Riff Raff and Magenta, my SERVANTS, betrayed me and doomed me to non existence. Blasted me with one of my own weapons. The lot of them shall pay. At least Columbia and Rocky are here by my side. Ever since we quote unquote "died", Columbia has been nagging and nagging me. She won't shut up! Or she's tap dancing constantly. OR still, she's doing both at the same time! I never really recalled when I sent for a multi tasking sex - er I mean, groupie. She is beginning to annoy me severely. Rocky too, has lost his charm. He's taken to thinking that he is the better cross dresser, so he's been prancing around like a little git in the corset and high heels I made for him in the floor show. And of course, all the other oblivion souls like him better. Why wouldn't they? After all, I made him to be perfect, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscles, tan, illiterate and unable to speak. The perfect man.
A little TOO perfect.
I don't know what happened. First Riff Raff and Magenta were loyal and submissive and loving. They obeyed my every wish, and Riff Raff made the best human filet minion I've had in a long time. Magenta did a marvelous restoration project in the laboratory. Then, Poof. Loyalty no more. Instead they got power hungry, and became sick disgusting sadists bent on destroying all that I've worked for. I shall never forget it.
Was it because I was a bit of a sadist? True, I did like being in control and that whip and leather jacket gave me such a rush of power and arousal…I couldn't help myself. Rocky's "birth" did the same to me. Seeing his sweaty flesh bend and contract with every push up and barbell lift he did made me go weak in the knees. Then that Janet whore ruined it, turned him straight, showed him the love of a woman.
Don't know why, she really isn't that good in bed. More of a klutz than anything.
Brad wasn't that better.
Come to think of it, Rocky just kind of lied there.
Oh well. Non existence goes by and hopefully I'll forget all this ever happened.
(Italics, you know what this means: It means either Author Commentary or the end of a story. And since I don't have anything really interesting to talk about, I'm assuming that this means the chapter is over. Until next time! The Evil Ballerina)