Disclaimer: I do not truly "own" Rocky Horror, I vish I did but I don't. Zatz all I can zink of fo' now, nahmeean?
Authourz Note: Zis'll be anozer short chapter yo, but it vorks.
(Riff Raffz POV)
"Riff, I be scared!" Magenta holla'd clingin ta mah arm almost immediately afta dat biiiiatch was let outta tha hospitizzle. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. "Vhere vill ve go?" "It aint nuthin but all gravy, Magenta. I be here, no need ta be trippin like a muthafucka." I assured her even though I was just as scared as dat biiiiatch was, if not more.
"First we'll bounce back ta tha doggy den fo' our dawgs n' tha rest of our stuff, afta dis shit. . .I straight-up don't give a fuck where we'll go, we'll find somewhere though, I promise." I aswered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! We stopped struttin n' hugged. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Herz just as much ta assure me as mine was ta her n' shit. We missed Momma terribly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was every last muthafuckin thang a momma could be n' mo' n' mo' n' mo'. Well shiiiit, it didn't help one bit dat our Dad took a dirt nap long ago.
"Promise me somezing?" Magenta holla'd when we pulled away, our handz still intertwined wit tha other n' shit. "Of course." I answered lookin tha fuck into her dope hazel-brown eyes. "Promise me," Her eyes kicked it wit mine. "Zat no matter vhat ve vill never seperate." "Of course!" I promised. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I couldn't leave you on yo' own if I tried!" I added. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Magenta threw her muthafuckin ass all up in mah grill up in a hug, most likely from pure happiness. "I knew you never vould, it just feels so phat ta hear you say it zough! I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Riff, I straight-up do." Biatch holla'd.
