Chapter 3 --Potato

ok seriously, i am not joking. i have 66 hits and one single review (from my loyal friend lizard..thanks!)
i have no idea what it's like, I don't think it's that great, but my single opinion just isn't enough. I'm stopping after this if i don't get at least one review. i don't care if it says you don't like it, just say..."hi..your story sucks"
it could even be even shorter : no good. OR: no
yessum, that's how desperate i am. so seriously...i swear on...this fluffy pen that has a star on it...give me some reviews and i will take your suggestions, or i'm stopping for good.

i don't own anything btw...'twould be really yummy if i did though... drools

on with the chapter...

"God DAMNIT", Erik cursed. "B flat, C, C sharp, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT", he yelled at his latest composition. He was stuck with one note, and neither its sharps nor flats seemed to fit in. Erik growled. "I shall see back to you later", he threatened. Erik threw down his feather pen thing and got up from his organ. He was about to go into the kitchen to get a snack, when he remembered that he doesn't eat. "Oh darn, I never should have acted all smart to daroga back in the rosy days…´ohh one doesn't need to eat more than once a day bla bla BLA" , he mumbled to himself. Even the Opera Ghost could do with some Lays every now and then. Then he remembered something. That idiot had a bag of lays in his pathetic little carriage. Time to get my old making things disappear and appear in my pocket skills out, Erik thought. Having nothing better to do, he set out to see if he could find raoul, the fop needed some good scaring. And then I could steal his chips. He chuckled at his ingenious idea. He had almost reached his boat when… "whatcha doin' Erik??", a really annoying voice asked. Christine came running towards him, her arms outstretched, laughing like a maniac. Erik kept walking. "wandering around; about to be very entertained", Erik replied annoyed. He thought Christine had left, and turned around. Suddenly she was right there, a foot away from him, and jumped on him. Erik was stumped. "What the hell do you want now?", he asked. Christine looked up from the floor; Erik was very strong and instead of pushing him to the ground when she tackled him, she slid down and was now hanging onto his leg, grinning strangely. "I…I……….I carried butterflies", she said stupidly. Erik rolled his eyes. "That's nice", he said, and continued walking, Christine dragging from his leg. Erik was untying the boat, about to step in. "OH MY GOD A BOAT!!!!", Christine screamed, and dove into the boat, causing it to rock back and forth dangerously. Erik sighed. He steadied his boat and began rowing away, Christine lying unconscious beside him. How did she get down here, he thought, I thought I sealed all the passages?, he wondered.

Christine stirred. "CHARLIE", she yelled, "CHARLIE WHERE ARE YOU", she began searching the boat. After about a minute, she patted her shoulder. "Oh right, my precious, I forgot I taped you to me for ever", she said in an odd voice. Christine looked up. "ceiling…pretty ceiling…", she whispered. Then her eyes widened in shock. "OMG PEE ROOM!!!", she shrieked, and jumped into the water, swimming away by waving around her arms and legs oddly.

"There she goes", Erik mumbled annoyed.

Up in the Opera House, Erik climbed around the rafters for a while, swishing his cloak and looking for the fop. He soon enough found him sitting in a corner, underneath his little fort made out of stuffed monkeys, powdering his cheeks and playing with his hair. Erik tried not to laugh out loud. He made his way beside the fort, and listened. "It's okay, Kwenzee my love, your hair will be all fixed soon", raoul spoke to his monkey thing. This was Erik's chance. He used his ventriloquist skills and his voice appeared to be coming from raoul's beloved Kwenzee. "raoul…", he whispered. "raoul…it is I"

raoul gasped. "BARBIE??", he exclaimed. He obviously couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. Erik sighed. "yes, raoul.", he replied. "woooaaaahhhh", raoul said, amazed. "raoul, they're coming to get you….all of them…you need to run quick", Erik said. "OH MY GOD", raoul shrieked. "I CAN"T LET THEM! THEY WILL NOT STEAL MY PURPLE PENCIL FROM ME!!", ran out, sprinted as fast as he could, arms flailing about, trying desperately to get somewhere. He just ended up wetting himself, so he ran to the loo. Erik chuckled. "And how were you planning to get those potato things like that?", V asked. "Oh that was just for fun. Every man needs some entertaining. MY CHIPS!", Erik yelled, tied V to a broom with a flick of his wrist, and appeared back moments later with the bag of lays chips in his hands, smiling. "allright allright, untie me will you?", V asked politely. Erik took out a dagger and cut the rope. "knives are MY thing!", V screamed, appaled. " I am shocked, shocked!", he added, and stalked off.

a/n: if yoú don't get the lays thing...watch the 2004 ALW Phantom of the Opera and look closely when the hideous raoul gets out of his carriage in the beginning of the movie..you know when he was standing up in that carriage of his...sad sad fop. look on the seat :)
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p.ss: sorry if i seemed harsh, im just not very good with threats. but i mean it with the bottom of my heart.
P.sss: that was cheesy. sorry again. i do mean it though.
p.ssss: review please...:D