I apologize deeply for the incorrect grammar, the failed wording and stuff!
However, now the story goes on…

A Royal Decision

The lift was groaning and creaking and the bright lights of the lab were slowly coming into view.
The lab – one of his most beloved places – was indeed very bizarre: the tiles were completely painted pink and every feature was dripping in a bright colourful red. Red – that was the colour he favoured most except for black.
The normally disturbing brightness had its priceless advantage for doing scientific researches. This lab could have been one of his preferred rooms. Well, it could have been…
Unfortunately, his role especially at this place was obvious: following orders, calculating all data recorded by his own inquiries, noting everything down, doing the manual tasks and – worst of all – dealing with the prince's temper. All in all, he slowly but surely felt like doing his own research with an annoying child beside.

The lift stopped and Riff Raff gradually opened the folded iron door to enter the lab. He cautiously meandered through the lab`s equipment towards the large table where his master stood.

"Master?" Riff Raff asked quietly, but with his ever present snarl in his voice.

Frank – the master – stood there just a few metres away. While he was slowly pulling off his pink rubber gloves, he just silently glared at his servant. Then, a short cruel smile spread across his face. He threw his gloves to the ground. His face went blank.

"There is something we must discuss," he said flatly, turning around so he watched the table.

Riff Raff kept silent. He knew Frank very well. It was not an easy thing to ascertain the meaning of the master`s words. The sudden changes of his current mood were still an inscrutable phenomenon to Riff Raff. However, being trapped in the lab with the moody prince every day, he knew very well how to keep his spatial distance at least.
As Riff Raff stood there his tension grew more and more until the right corner of his mouth began twitching. His hands – slightly folded at his stomach – started to tense up as well. His fingers seemed to have a jerky spasm.
His thoughts started to race. What was wrong? He didn't do anything to disturb his master with a purpose. Not this time.
What he had in mind was another subject. Nobody knew about it – except for Magenta. His sister wouldn't give anything away, therefore he was certain. He trusted her. She was the only person in his miserable and certifiable life he would trust entirely.

The silence gradually became awkward. Only the comforting humming of the deep freezer went on steadily.
All of a sudden the master let out a heavy sigh. Riff Raff flinched slightly. The permanent tension that regularly crept over him in the presence of the mood-swinging prince had turned him into a nervous and stiffen creature, always feeling haunted.

"I decided," Frank rose to his full height and turned around, walking slowly but self-confidently towards his servant, "that the time has come to… give my soon coming scientific graduation the final touch." At these words his walk came to an abrupt halt right in front of Riff Raff`s face.
Riff Raff cautiously looked up into his masters dark green eyes in an attempt to find some more information or some sort of motives behind this vague statement. His efforts were fruitless.

Frank however, was all too aware of his handyman's momentarily confusion.
Oh yes – he loved his mean little games he used to play with his servant. He knew all too well that Riff Raff was indeed smart, but interpersonal training didn`t seemed to be one of his specialisations.
Franks dark red and almost black painted lips curled a bit and his heavy make-upped eyes shot a wicked smile at the small thin man in front of him. He looked him straight in his cerulean eyes. His voice rose with impatient elation.
"I will become a person of the utmost brilliance, the greatest scientist the whole galaxy will be proud to know!" he spread his arms out, smiling, then closed his eyes for a few seconds and listened after his grandly spoken words.

Riff Raff just glared at him. `Just splendid. One more of his groundbreaking innovations. I`m hardly able to figure out who would probably be in charge to help the prince becoming the most famous individual that ever lived.`
Nevertheless, he wondered what the master had in mind, but as always his face remained perfectly inscrutable.

Frank on his part had lost the sound of his last words and his mind returned to Earth.
Recognizing the impassive look of his faithful handyman, his smile faded at an instant. He looked at him sternly and folded his hands at his stomach: "I am in a good mood, so I am willing to tell you more about my new project that you will generously be involved."

Riff Raff groaned inwardly.

"I decided to…" Frank paused here, to make sure the excitement of anticipation of his handyman.

"…CREATE LIFE!"