Chapter Two: Ballet Girls
Erik decides to take a little stroll to get out of the house and away from that bossy old cat. He makes his way cheerfully through the twists and turns of his labyrinth and finally reaches the ground floor. "Whew, it sure is stuffy down here. What I need are some Glade Plug-Ins…oh, right, they haven't been invented yet…" He pops open the trapdoor. "Ahhh, fresh air!"
Looking around, he notices that he is in the middle of the ballet girls' dressing room. "Well, how about that? Hmm, wonder where everyone's gone off to?"
As if on cue, the ballet girls march in from practice. Erik brightens. "Hey," he thinks happily, "a chance to make some new friends." He walks on over, holding out a hand amicably, but doesn't watch where he's going and runs into a large wardrobe.
The wardrobe topples over, crushing two of the girls beneath it. Erik tugs at his collar guiltily.
"Oh no!" cries one of the girls.
"What was that?" another wonders out loud.
Meg peers curiously around the wardrobe. "AAAAAAAAAGH! It's the Phantom of the Opera! He's come to kill us all!"
Erik's eyes light up, a plan forming. "Uh… right! Yeah, I did it all on purpose! Hehehehehe!" Are they going to buy it?
"Eeeeeee! Run away!!!" The girls all scream and scatter, several of them running into walls on their way out.
Erik's shoulders slump, and he slinks dejectedly back into the labyrinth. "Oh well. Maybe my therapist will have some good advice…"
Yes, there will be more, unless you all hate this and tell me to burn it. Let me know J