Gizoogle Parodies: How It Came To Be

by ConfusedColumbia26220

I love Gizoogle so much that I've decided to create a parody of every fic I've written. This is the twelfth edition - How It Came To Be. Nothing has been changed from the Gizoogle translation. Original fic summary: Just a little something I whipped up on how Riff Raff and Magenta came to be the way they are. With a twist.

10. Just a Dream?

Disclaimer: I own not a god damn thang Rocky Horror, Slick Rick O'brien do, blah, blah, blah fo' realz. Anyway, onto Chapter 10 of How tha fuck It Came To Be ;)

(Riffz POV)

"No. . .no. . . no. . .NO!" I heard a straight-up familar voice cry out. Thatz what tha fuck woke me up. Dat shiznit was Magenta.

"Magenta," I shook her gently. No reply. "Magenta!" I holla'd wit a mo' urgent tone n' shook her mo' violently. With one look all up in mah grill tears sprang ta her eyes as dat dunkadelic hoe threw her arms round mah crazy ass up in a gangbang n' pulled mah crazy ass as close ta her as possible.

"Oh zank Goddess it vasn't true biaaatch! Zank Goddess, zank Goddess!" Biatch holla'd.

"What?" I axed begginnin ta worry bout her n' shit. "Thank Goddess what tha fuck aint true?" I pryed.

"I had a thugged-out dream, a horrible, wack dream! Nightmare straight-up. Well shiiiit, it hurt all muthafuckin day. It make me wanna hollar playa! . ." Biatch answered not lettin go of mah dirty ass.

"Magenta," I holla'd pryin her off me n' holdin her hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Tell me every last muthafuckin thang, what tha fuck did you dream?" I asked.

Bitch holla'd at mah crazy ass dis rap bout how tha fuck I apparantly didn't exist, how tha fuck Momma was still kickin it, n' how tha fuck dat dunkadelic hoe thought Magenta had some sort of menstrual dome damage. Tears flew down her cheeks.

"Magenta quit freakin' tha fuck out, dat shiznit was only a thugged-out dream. I be real, I be solid, I exist." I holla'd movin her finger tips slowly across mah chest. "I breathe, I eat, n' I chill. Don't let yo' trips haunt yo thugged-out ass." I advised. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch busted me, a lick dat seemed ta continue on alllll muthafuckin day.

When we finally pulled away I felt mah fingers entwine wit herz fo' realz. A smile formed on her grill but I could tell there was still fear hidden beneath dat shit.

"I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass." Biatch holla'd at mah dirty ass. "I don't zink I be bout ta be able ta fall asleep agian fo' a vhile zough." My fuckin free hand lightly trailed up n' down her arm.

"I can help you forget, if you'd like." My fuckin voice came up a seductizzle purr yo. Her smile broadened.

"Please n' zank yo thugged-out ass." Biatch holla'd.

I could practically feel tha surgez of pleasure hustlin all up in her veins. I eased mah dirty ass onto her, pinned her against tha bed, n' busted her muthafuckin ass.