A/N: So far only two fans. I hope I don't disappoint! TURN ON YOUR RHPS ALBUMS! This is going to blow your minds! I shall now reveal who Frankenfurter is! Enjoy!
2. Gaston, Let's Get Out Of Here!
Riff Raff chuckled darkly as he put his palms to Magenta's, rocking upward and then bringing them down. "It's astounding… time is fleeting… MADNESS takes its toll. But listen closely…"
Belle and Gaston began to feel uncomfortable as Riff Raff and Magenta began to dance around them, and suddenly, the door to where the party was taking place burst open, throwing the engaged couple directly in.
"LET'S DO THE TIMEWARP AGAIN!"
Belle looked around uncomfortably at the various guests who were all dressed in black pants and black jackets. Each guest wore an unusual pair of dark shaded glasses in a variety of colors.
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy FREE ME! So you can't see me, no not at all. In another dimension with voyeuristic intention, well secluded I see all…" sang Magenta seductively as she undulated her hips.
"With a bit of a mind-flip-" smirked Riff Raff.
"YOU'RE INTO THE TIME SLIP!" moaned Magenta as she sensually caressed her body.
"And nothing will ever be the same…" said Riff Raff monotonously.
"You're spaced out on sensation! AH!" wailed Magenta.
"Like you're under sedation!" roared Riff Raff, making poor Belle faint in Gaston's arms.
"Belle!" cried Gaston as the partygoers continued to sing and dance. He tried to wake his soon to be bride, but it was no use. He held her as he sat on the steps, watching the craziness in front of him. Gaston's eyes soon focused on the brilliant red head who sat atop a jukebox, and was shaking her chest to the beat.
"Well I was walking down the street, just-a having a think, when a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink! He shook-a me up, it took me by surprise. He had a pickup truck, and the devil's eyes. He stared at me, and I felt a change. Time meant nothing! Never would again!" sang the redhead who then began to dance a frenzied tap dance. She spun wildly around and around and around, and gracefully bowed when she finished.
Abruptly, the song finished, and Belle was regaining consciousness. The partiers fell to the floor in seeming exhaustion as the music and dancing ended, leaving the engaged couple to look around, wondering what they should do or say next.
"SAY!" cried Gaston loudly, making everyone in the room jump. "Any of you guys know how to Madison?"
Belle shook her head, and slowly got to her feet. "Gaston, let's get out of here-"
"We still haven't gotten to a phone yet."
"Well, I for one am very cold, and very frightened, and I just don't like it here!" Belle cried, hysterics starting to seep into her voice slowly but surely.
"I'm here, Belle, there is nothing to be afraid of," said Gaston as he looked into her widening eyes. "They might do more folk dancing!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" cried Belle as she pointed at the person behind Gaston.
"How do you do? I see you've met my faithful handyman," said the dark haired, ruby lipped vixen in a black cape. "He's just a little brought down because, when you knocked, he thought you were the candy man…" The vixen strutted through the room, and then unveiled the tight, sexy black corset and matching panties beneath the cape, making both Belle and Gaston extremely uncomfortable.
"Don't get strung out, by the way I look. Don't judge a book by it's cover. I'm not much of a girl by the light of day, but by night I'm one hell of a lover. I'm just a sweet transvestite from transexual Transylvania!"
"I-I'm glad we caught you at home," stammered Gaston, in shock that the woman before him, well… was it a woman? was parading around in very little clothing. "Could we use your phone? We're both in a bit of a hurry. We'll just say where we are, and then go back to the car… We don't want to be any worry."
The ruby lips smirked and then parted, bearing pearly white teeth in a chuckle that gave Gaston and Belle goosebumps. "Well you got caught with a flat well, how about that? Well, babies, don't you panic. By the light of the night, it'll all seem alright. I'll get you a satanic mechanic."
"Oh, really, we shouldn't impose-" began Belle shakily.
"Why don't you stay for the night?" asked the crimson lipped one as she caressed the red headed girl who sat at her heels. "Or maybe, a bite? I could show you my latest obsession. I've been making a man, with brown hair and a tan, and he's good for relieving my… tension…"
Belle blushed in realization, and Gaston protectively stood in front of her. Both of them were shivering with cold and fear of what was to happen next. Everything that surrounded them was foreign, mysterious, and strange.
"Come up to my lab, and see what's on the slab," cooed the transvestite sensuously. "I see you shiver with antici…PATION! BUT MAYBE THE RAIN isn't really to blame. So I'll remove the cause…" Chuckling darkly, the temptress walked out of the room and into the awaiting elevator. "BUT NOT THE SYMPTOM!"
"Who was that?" asked Belle.
"The mistress of the house!" cried the red head sharply. "You're very lucky to get invited to Regina's laboratory! Some people would give their right arm for it!"
While the red head was speaking, Magenta and Riff Raff stripped Belle and Gaston of their clothes, leaving them in their underclothes and slips. "Then I take it you haven't been up there?" asked Belle as she covered herself up, feeling vulnerable being almost naked in front of her betrothed.
"HA! I've seen it!" cackled the red head as she threw their clothes up in the air. Before either could make a grab for them, Magenta and Riff Raff pushed everyone into the elevator as they ascended to the laboratory, where Regina and the other esteemed guests were waiting for them.
A/N: AHA! You thought Mr. Gold was Frankenfurter, but NO! It is Regina! I couldn't see him in a corset, strutting around like that. Sorry to disappoint, but it all falls perfectly to plan this way. You shall all understand in time. Promise. Comment!