A/N: So Magenta isn't going to have her German accent in this fic because it's a lengthy story so it'll be annoying to replace the w's with v's. Just try to hear her accent when you read it, because I fully intend for her to still have it. Not sure if that made sense to you guys but whatever.
Also, my theory of Pat and Barry being in love is so true that it hurts haha. I even have evidence. If you want me to list them, I will. Maybe in the next chapter.
But seriously, YouTube Rocky Horror QnA's and watch them all. Patricia Quinn and Barry Bostwick are in love, pass it on. (But don't lmao)
Anyways, enjoy this trash!
CHAPTER TWO: I am the Star of a Really Bad Movie
This whole scene reminds him of some plot devise out of an old novel he might've read in high school... Come to think of it, this may have been in a film too.
It's dark, and there are flashing lights. Something is coming alive. This Frank fellow must really know what he's doing, where his priorities lie and all of that stuff. Janet, is again, cowering in his embrace, pressing her back onto his front, but there's nothing sexual about this. There are people all over, clearly amazed and on edge about whatever this is about. "A breakthrough in biochemical research"? What in God's name is that suppose to mean?
And there's Magenta, standing perfectly still beside him this whole time. She's wearing a surgical mask for some odd reason probably, and she just seems so unfazed by all of this. Or maybe she's bored, which makes it even weirder. Have they done this before? It's unsettling...
Another man comes crashing through a stack of ice. This...Elvis impersonator(?) coming from inside of a fucking freezer?! Everyone's dancing and having a great time while the two outsiders remain in the dark. A pick axe appears in Frank's hands and finally things turn for the worse. The violent screams of Columbia keep ringing in his head, even after the audience chuckles at the obvious pathetic excuse the doctor relays.
With all of this happening, he still takes the time to analyze her. Her face is just as stoic and restless as ever, it appears. He suddenly feels bad for her. Here she is, doing a job she clearly doesn't want to do, for this man who can be seen as being rather difficult and strenuous to deal with on a daily bases. In the deepest parts of his heart, he really wants to take her away from here, from them, from him. But feeling that way for someone you know nothing about is ridiculous. Absolutely absurd. Magenta is rather mysterious and awfully scary, if he had to be honest. But it just leaves him curious...
Frank and...Rocky...disappear behind a curtain to their makeshift love shack of sorts. With the way they'd ended their little number, it's clear to realize that the guests probably won't be seeing much of Frank or Rocky for the next couple of hours or so. People are leaving and Brad and Janet are pretty much left with their dicks in their hands. Columbia, who's already stopped sobbing and is visibly cross, begins to shove them towards the lift following the other party goers. Instead of being kicked out of the castle, they are taken to two separate bedrooms somewhere on the second floor. Brad doesn't object to it, Janet certainly does but is shut down quickly by Columbia's growl.
Well, Jesus Christ, this girl may look all sunshine and rainbows, but she can be just as frightening too.
She pushes him into a blue tinted room and tosses a robe carelessly. He's there to catch it, but no one's there to reassure him that everything's going to turn out okay in the end of all of this. He doesn't even see the end to all of this. With no one else around (Janet), Brad takes the opportunity to reflect on some shit. Because he's a reasonable and practical driven guy, he begins to divulge in his past decision makings. Schooling was a great choice, he knows. Politics and History make him smile a lot and his heart flutters, no matter how cheesy and dorky that sounds to literally anybody else. Moving out of his family home was another good choice. He was growing up, and needed to leave the nest. His parents did a nice job of raising him, so he thanks them profusely. He understands that raising a kid that isn't your own is a challenge, but they loved all of him anyways. That's all he needed and that's all he wanted. His mind shifts to Janet, and things go downhill from there.
They met in Dr. Scotts science class in college. She was a nice looking girl with nice morals and comes from a nice family. Everything about her life mirrored Brad's. Similar backgrounds, politics, social class, religion. The only noticeable differences were their appearance and their interests. They are the perfect match in the eyes of Denton. So, predictably, they got together and have been together since then. The love product of the pressures of society.
Brad assumed this to be normal; that this is exactly how things should go. Husband, wife, children, white picket fence. The all American Dream. To have a nice, normal family. This, he knows, is not a nice, normal start to that. Not when he's seen the things he's seen so far, and not when the only actually person his mind keeps reverting back to is a red headed stranger who may or may not get fired because she's possibly the worst domestic he's ever seen.
That, for some fucking reason, makes him smile.
...
"Are you interested, sister?"
His question catches her completely off guard.
She's been mopping the same spot for over five minutes, and it doesn't surprise her that she hasn't noticed it but Riff Raff has. The inquiry does, however.
"What?" She's decided to play dumb, for now.
Riff Raff smirks at the response, saunters over to where she stands near Rocky's tank, mop in hand and not a hair in place. He gives her a look that easily translates to 'you know what I mean' and Magenta rolls her eyes darkly at him.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're babbling about."
She continues to mop the same spot on the floor, wishfully hoping he would drop the pursuit and walk away. He doesn't and that also doesn't surprise her.
"You're interest in...him." Riff puts emphasis on the word him and it makes his sister flinch instantly.
"Who? Frank? No, I don't desire him in any way." Magenta plops the mop back into the bucket of water and she finally moves away to another spot of the pink laboratory.
"No," Riff follows her rather smugly, already knowing the answer to his question, "not the master, I mean him. The Brad."
Magenta nearly chokes on air. She freezes in place and nervously grips the mop handle, wringing her hands on it.
"Brad? That dreary human?" She scoffs but it comes out weak and obviously forced. Riff Raff doesn't entertain the attempt and instead steps closer to her. Her eyes are anywhere but directed into his, and he's used to this sort of thing. Sometimes Magenta is this little girl who is scared to be caught in her wrongdoing. Most of the time she's this strong, powerful, and down right intimidating woman who takes no shit from anybody. It's not the latter, this time.
"Magenta," his voice is low and caring, "why deny this fact? You know it makes no difference if you fuck him, he's merely an earthling. He won't stay after tonight, anyways."
His sister sighs heavily, annoyed with this remark. The worst part of it is that it's true. Brad isn't meant to stay here at the castle, not like how Columbia and Eddie stayed. The two virgin couple (whom most likely won't be virgins any longer, knowing Frank as the siblings do) will be cast out by the morning.
"No," Magenta murmurs under her breath but Riff hears it anyways.
She turns to him and glues her green eyes onto his blue orbs.
"I...don't want to fuck him..." She trails off and it's embarrassing to admit this, even to her own brother whom she loves and adores with all of her being.
Riff raises an eyebrow at her, beckoning her to carry on with this new revelation. She manages a deep breath.
"He just seems okay. He stared at me first during that tedious wedding and now he hasn't stopped starring at me since he arrived here by chance!" Magenta is making vain gestures with her hands and the mop is suddenly forgotten as it drops to the floor but no one cares about that. Riff is starring at Magenta now and she's growing frustrated by the second.
"Oh, I've noticed his starring, but I've also noticed your starring."
The domestic frowns and turns away from the handyman, nervously running her hand through her wild curls, which was a big fucking mistake because she's just created twenty new tangles and knots that she's gonna have to deal with later.
Riff Raff calls for his sisters attention again, but she's not really having it.
"Hey, I don't mind that you're interested in him, sister. He's quite handsome. But don't let this infatuation grow; he is only human, Magenta. You are not from here, and he is not from Transexual."
He decides to leave her alone for the time being, turning his attention instead onto the controls on the wall next to the freezer. Magenta watches him walk off, and goes back to mopping the same spot for the next several minutes.
Riff notices and isn't surprised.
