A/N: Caught the muse, was inspired, and here it is! Love you all, please comment!
7. Doctor Doc Scott! Belle! Gaston! Goldy!
The elderly, bespectacled man sat in a wheelchair at the main entrance to the dark mansion, wondering when someone was going to answer the damned door. He had questions that needed to be answered, and the sooner he got the answers, the sooner he could leave this Godforsaken place. He rang the doorbell one more time, then decided to pound on the door loudly. "Is anybody home?" he cried out loudly. "I need to speak to the master of the house please!"
As if by magnetic force, the door opened, and Doc's wheelchair dragged him through the house, as if it was a car on a track. He passed Magenta and Columbia, who were currently lounging around in their bedroom. Columbia had on Mickey Mouse ears, and was reading a People magazine, while Magenta eyed the old man warily. Up the stairs went the wheelchair, zooming faster and faster and faster! There was a loud CRASH! Doc burst through mortar and stone through the laboratory room, rolling with gaining speed towards the black corseted figure, and a familiar ex-student of his. "Gaston? What are you doing here?"
"I'd like to ask the same from you!" cried Regina as she stomped a black, spikey stiletto in anger. "Coming to my house uninvited? I know exactly what you are here for!"
"Jeeze, he's just my old professor!" cried Gaston. "He was the best science professor I had in college!"
"Go on, Doc, tell him what you're REALLY here for," scowled Regina, biting her red lips in nervous anticipation.
"I am here about Auggie," said the old professor.
"Auggie?" asked Regina, caught off guard.
"Auggie?" exclaimed Belle as she and Goldy popped up from their tryst. She and the creature were wrapped in a long white sheet, and the beauty took in her surroundings, and began to blush and gasp. "DOC!"
"BELLE!" cried Gaston, realizing that his fiancé had finally relinquished her womanhood to a creature that was only made for carnal pleasures and not him like she promised.
"GASTON!" cried Belle. She pulled the sheet around her naked frame, and shrank into Gold. Surprisingly, the creature wrapped his arms protectively around the beautiful brunette, almost possessively.
"GOLDY!" scolded Regina. "You listen to me! I MADE you… AND I CAN BREAK YOU JUST AS EASILY!"
Gold hung his head in shame, and before anyone could say another word, Magenta came into the lab, and banged on the gong loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room. "MISTRESS! DINNER IS PREPARED!" she shouted loudly.
Regina rolled her eyes, and escorted everyone to the dining room after Belle and Gold had found their clothes and put them back on.
Dinner was a very awkward and quiet affair; the only sound that pervaded the air was the whirring of the electric knife as it cut the meat into thin slices. Magenta unceremoniously threw slices onto everyone's plates while Riff Raff poured wine into the glasses. "Before we begin," said Regina as she put on a birthday hat. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you…"
Everyone joined in, and sang the song to an abrupt end. Gold tore into his meat, eating savagely and hungrily. Belle cut up her meat into delicately sized pieces as she wondered what kind of meat they were being served. Gaston had already popped a piece into his mouth, and, mid chew, wondered what kind of meat tasted like this. Columbia wasn't hungry, and sat there, looking at her plate.
"So," began Doc as he cut into his meat. "I came here to talk about Eddie."
"That's a rather tender subject," said Regina as she chewed her meat casually. "Anyone want more meat?"
Columbia looked up from her dish to Regina's very subdued, all too knowing smirk, and suddenly, the redhead knew with a sickening jolt. "E-excuse me," said Columbia as she got up from her seat. She walked towards the door, and as soon as it closed behind her, she let out a huge, earth shattering scream. "NO!" she wailed as she sobbed.
"I knew he was in with a bad crowd!" cried Doc. "My nephew, Auggie, he got mixed up with these…"
"Go on, Doctor Scott," scowled Regina, slamming her fork and knife down on the table. "Or should I say… Doctor DOC VON SCOTT!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU IMPLYING?" bellowed Gaston as he rose angrily up from his seat.
"It's alright," said Doc as he urged Gaston to sit down. "Listen, my family has had it's share of problems, and the worst of it, I must say, was Auggie…"
"From the day he was born," began the elderly professor. "He was… trouble. He was the thorn in his mother's side. She tried in vain… but he never caused her nothing but shame. He left home the day she died… From the day he was born all he wanted was rock n' roll, porn, and a motor bike. Shooting up junk, he was a lowdown, cheap little punk taking everyone for a ride… But he must have been DRAWN into something, making him warn me in a note here that reads: I'm outta my head, oh hurry, for I may be dead. They mustn't carry out their evil deeds!"
"When Auggie said he didn't like his teddy, you knew he was a no good kid," sang Doc. "But when he threatened your life with a switchblade knife-"
"What a guy," scoffed Regina.
"Makes you cry," said Belle softly, knowing that her friend and mentor was the uncle of poor, dead Auggie.
"And I did…" sang Doc in a low baritone.
Magenta chuckled darkly as Riff Raff whispered something into her ear. Without warning, Regina lifted off the table cover to reveal a very terrifying, gruesome sight. There was Auggie, his flesh picked apart at as if by some ravenous vulture. Belle screamed, automatically running towards the creature to be comforted. Gold was only to eager to have her in his arms, since he also was both sickened and disturbed by the sight of the decomposing corpse.
"YOU BITCH!" growled Regina as she pulled Belle off of her creation. Belle ran as the evil transvestite ran after her, stilettos clacking noisily as she went.
