This idea came to me after watching "the one with the secret closet" so I decided to write a story about it. I've never done this before, but hopefully someone out there will like it.. Also I'm trying to improve my english, so please feel free to correct any spelling mistakes you happen to notice.
I do not own Friends.
Mr. Bing had been staring at the mysterious green door for hours, secretly hoping that the supernatural strength of his glare would be enough to open it with a "bang". Chandler narrated to himself, one of too many side effects of being the lonely son of a writer. You know something is wrong when you accompany your actions with sound effects he murmured ashamed. It hadn't really been hours, as a matter of fact it had barely been a couple of minutes since he had arrived from work and sat down at his new favorite spot; but as frustration grew in Chandler so did his sense of time get worse. After all the entire situation was completely new to him; yes he was slightly paranoiac, and yes he was used at feeling left out, his entire childhood had gone through the wrong side of the door for crying at loud! But what still surprised him were the feelings for Monica; in this case it wasn't enough to crack a joke and move on, he had to know she was fine first, he had to know why she was keeping secrets from him. What if there is a monster over there who brainwashes my wife in order for her to be his slave and cook for him? He thought as he stood up nervously What if the "closet" really is a torture room where horrible things are done to her while I sleep in the next room? It was his responsibility as the boyfriend, no as the husband, he corrected himself proudly, to do something about it. With a new determination in his eyes Chandler looked around the apartment in search of something which would force the door open, but the only thing that appeared remotely useful was the butter knife on the sink which he had used earlier on to make himself a snack. Then, a sudden thought crossed his mind: Monica was the type of woman who would refuse to pay for something she could do herself. She had a drawer where she would keep her tools as he had learned the hard way. He couldn't help but feeling stupid now that the solution appeared so clear in his mind. The armored knight with nothing more but the instruments given to him by the great magician Bloushpawlbleh embarked in a dangerous mission with the honorable aim of saving the damsel from the dragon's… secret… closet. Chandler giggled out of excitement as he removed the door frame and prepared to solve the mystery that had been tormenting him for days. "Elementary my dear Watson" he murmured with a funny accent as he stepped in happily, only to find himself chocking on his own words seconds later. The idea of the monster suddenly didn't seem that bad, as he looked around in shock. The first picture which he noticed was one of him fishing with his parents a week before their divorce, his mother was wearing a tight bikini and his father was staring at her with what he was now able to recognize as envy. But that wasn't only it, all over the walls various other photos of him, as well as maps and hand written notes were stuck with the accuracy of a military general. "Oh god, please tell me I'm having a nightmare, please tell me she hasn't been stalking me all these years." He whispered backing away.