Despite my best efforts, I still don't own Frankie or anything else related to Rocky Horror. Sometimes life just isn't fair. *pout* (Oh...and I don't own Pokemon either...)

Misty stared blankly out the castle window into the infinite blackness. She saw her own home planet, Earth, a tiny bluish grey speck ever shrinking, blending in with all the other pinpricks of light, stars. She wasn't at all remorseful of leaving. What had there been for her there? A broken bike, mentally abusive sisters, and a long dead crush, that's all. But here, here in this very room, she'd found true love.

"Misty, Misty dear," Columbia had snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl's shoulders. "Oh darling, you're freezing, and shaking too. Have you slept at all?" Misty shook her head no and leaned back on Columbia's chest.

"It's so cold. Columbia, make me warm like you did when we first met." Misty's voice was weak.

"Shush, it's just the space travel, it only affects the prettiest girls you know. You need to rest, not to recreate." Columbia smiled and took Misty's hands in hers. She led her over to a four poster bed, gently pushed the smaller girl down, and sat next to her. "Here, close your eyes." Columbia lightly pushed Misty's eyes closed and wrapped herself around the pale, shivering girl. "That's right, sleep."

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Magenta listlessly ran her mop along the smooth tiles of Frank's laboratory, immersed in thought. She was troubled by her beloved brother's newfound interest in the rat and the pepto-bismol pink balloon that had invaded the castle. 'At least they don't leave messes on the floor, which is more than one can say for some of Frank's guests (coughrockycoughcough)'she thought. But, while she and Riff's relationship was unorthodox, to put it lightly, she had never taken him as one to please himself with animals. What is that she just wasn't enough? She wasn't jealous, she was prob'ly, no, easily, getting more than anyone else in the castle, excluding Frankie, she just loved her brother and wanted to make him happy more than anything in the universe.

While she had been lost in though, Frankie had crept up behind her.

"Magenta?" He began, "Is something wrong?"

"No, no Master, everything's fine." She smiled, not quite convincingly.

"Then, would you like to accompany me on a walk around the castle?"

'Undoubtedly ending up in his bed,' she thought, but said only, "If you wish, Master." He took her arm and she shuddered slightly.

"Oh Magenta, I do wish you weren't so formal with me. We could be lovely companions."

"You know full well who I love, Master."

"Yes, but does he love you? Your brother, he is.... How shall I put this...a bit...kinky? And, I know his unhealthy interest in the animals bothers you beyond control, no matter how much you love him."

"Master, why do you care so much?"

"Well, you just seemed a bit...distant (as opposed to when....) and I wondered if you could use some attention. You know, cheering up." Magenta forced herself to smile; there was no way she could get out of it. She allowed herself to be pulled into Frank's bedroom and lightly pushed onto the bed.

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That night, Ash slept fitfully. Disturbing dreams woke him seemingly constantly. It was after one particularly frightening nightmare that he found himself in front of Frank's room. Funny, he thought, that I go to him, the one I fear, for comfort.

Suddenly, a cowboy singing The Streets of Laredo appeared in front of the door. Ash screamed and tried to open it, but to no avail. The cowboy turned into a little girl singing Johnny has gone for a Soldier. This frightened Ash even more (and understandably so). As soon as she'd finished the first verse and the refrain, she turned into a slave guy singing Go Down Moses (we sang that for choir...go down, Moses, way down in Egypt laaand, tell old pharaoh, to let my people go.... okay, back to the story...). Ash tried to run, but he found his feet were stuck to the floor. The slave dude stopped singing and turned into a street musician singing the blues. A moment later, a tenor saxophone appeared in his hands. (We allllllllllll know where this is going, right?) There was a flash of light and a gong and EDDIE appeared where the blues singer had stood not a moment before. Again, Ash screamed, finally getting Frankie's attention.

The curly black-haired boi sauntered over to the door and opened it. He looked rather amused to see Eddie standing there. He raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Didn't I kill you at some point?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Eddie shrugged.

"So, uhm, why are you here?" Ash's voice was high-pitched and quivery.

"Well, turns out heaven and hell didn't want me, so I'm condemned to spend eternity wandering about the site of my death, or somethin' like that. I thought you got killed too Furter."

"Oh I do wish people would stop bringing up that, unfortunate incident that it was. Silly things like ray guns and death beams don't affect sexy Transylvanians like myself. The whole thing was an act in hopes of getting rid of Rocky. Unfortunately, it didn't work too well (much to the author's disappointment)."

"So," Ash began, "Where are we going?"

"My home planet, Trans Sexual, land of darkness and night. I miss it so..." murmured Frankie. His eyes got a bit of a far-away look in them.

"Master!" Magenta's rough voice came from the bedroom. "Master? What's going on?" The maid came to the doorway wrapped in a sheet. When she saw the assumedly dead Eddie, she looked rather surprised, but didn't say anything.

"Hey! It's that one chick, the one who has a crush on my girl!" Shouted Eddie. Magenta leaned against the door frame and pouted.

"You may call her by her name." Frankie snarled.

"Okay, okay, where's my chick?"

"Down the hall, third door on the left," muttered Magenta. Eddie started off in the direction of the room. He turned inside and saw Columbia and Misty curled up together. He yelled and stomped his feet. Columbia's eyes flitted open.

"Eddie?" She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, "I thought you were dead."

"Long story," Ash said from the doorway.

"What are you doing with this slut?!" Shouted Eddie, "You LESBIAN!" The big saxophonist picked up a hairbrush and threw it at Columbia.

"No, Eddie, stop!" Screamed the tall redhead, "It's love, don't you see? Love is special, no matter what. You should appreciate it for what it is-"

"It's SICK!" Eddie picked up a toaster (?) and threw it at Misty's head. It hit with a sickening ping. Misty's frail body crumpled and slid off the bed to the floor.

"MISTY!" Columbia jumped to the little girl's side. "You're the sicko, you're a million times worse than Frankie! You're just evil. Don't you believe in true love!?" She leaned over Misty's head and cried.

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