Chapter 3
The next few weeks went by relatively smoothly, as they should, considering little Mary Sue was perfect. After a note to the managers, our heroine was relieved of her cleaning duties, but she was still able to collect her pay. Not only that, but she allowed to join the chorus, despite her lack of (known) professional training. It was as if all of the characters, or the author's, dreams were coming true.
Erik's behavior was also taking on a drastic change thanks to Mlle. Parfait's presence. He had all but lost any violent inclinations, and was quickly slipping into the dangerous trap of sentimental mush. In other words, he beginning to act like the fop, just with an over-emphasized seductive air. Of course, gentle readers, we all know that this is not his fault.
"Do you like the way I prepared the potato, Erik?" Mary Sue asked at dinner.
"Of course, mon ange," he replied.
Mary Sue giggled. Then, for no apparent reason, she gently dragged him into Christine's former bed room.
insert self-indulgent fantasy/favorite/most nauseating Mary Sue sex scene here
Afterwards…
Mary Sue's thoughts: WOW…
Erik's thoughts: I don't get it…Wasn't I suppose to get something out of this?
"Hey! Can we do that again?" Mary Sue asked.
"Erm…"
Suddenly, the door swung open.
"Erik?"
"Oh, hell…"
"Who's she?" Mary Sue asked.
"Who are you?" Christine demanded.
"I'm going to go crawl in my coffin and die, if you two don't mind…"
***Ahem…Does it still make sense? Probably not…Oh, well. The, uh, situation will be resolved shortly. Who knows, I might write two alternative endings…^_^***
The next few weeks went by relatively smoothly, as they should, considering little Mary Sue was perfect. After a note to the managers, our heroine was relieved of her cleaning duties, but she was still able to collect her pay. Not only that, but she allowed to join the chorus, despite her lack of (known) professional training. It was as if all of the characters, or the author's, dreams were coming true.
Erik's behavior was also taking on a drastic change thanks to Mlle. Parfait's presence. He had all but lost any violent inclinations, and was quickly slipping into the dangerous trap of sentimental mush. In other words, he beginning to act like the fop, just with an over-emphasized seductive air. Of course, gentle readers, we all know that this is not his fault.
"Do you like the way I prepared the potato, Erik?" Mary Sue asked at dinner.
"Of course, mon ange," he replied.
Mary Sue giggled. Then, for no apparent reason, she gently dragged him into Christine's former bed room.
insert self-indulgent fantasy/favorite/most nauseating Mary Sue sex scene here
Afterwards…
Mary Sue's thoughts: WOW…
Erik's thoughts: I don't get it…Wasn't I suppose to get something out of this?
"Hey! Can we do that again?" Mary Sue asked.
"Erm…"
Suddenly, the door swung open.
"Erik?"
"Oh, hell…"
"Who's she?" Mary Sue asked.
"Who are you?" Christine demanded.
"I'm going to go crawl in my coffin and die, if you two don't mind…"
***Ahem…Does it still make sense? Probably not…Oh, well. The, uh, situation will be resolved shortly. Who knows, I might write two alternative endings…^_^***