A/N another section of Riff's life. This one goes up until they get back to Transexual. Enjoy!
April 15
Magenta's 18th birthday.
She's officially an adult now. she's acted like one
for ages. Frank has been keeping us extremely busy
maintaining the castle. Between him, Columbia,
and Eddie, something new always seems to be broken,
dirty, and in disrepair. So I haven't had much time to write.
October 30
Between Frank, Columbia, Eddie, and Magenta, I have not had any time to write. The first three don't keep me that busy, but my sister does. But I'm more than willing to keep her happy. My 23rd birthday. Other than that, nothing of note.
April 15
It's only out of habit that I am writing this. Frank is constantly compromising the mission, but no one cares. Magenta's 19. Other than that, absolutely nothing new has happened.
August 9
I hate this place. We've been here two years. And I absolutely despise it here.
October 30
My birthday.
October 30
I've been too bored to even write on Magenta's 20th birthday. Three years here. .And nothing new happens. I hate it here. I hate Frank. I hate everyone, everything. Even my dear Magenta's beginning to get boring. But I'm too in love, to devoted to her to stray. Stray like she has. But other than that, just my 25th birthday.
April 15th, another year later
I lost this journal, haven't found it until now. I didn't even bother to look for it. It was somewhere on my bookcase. At least the Earthlings have decent taste in novels. Magenta's 22. I absolutely despise this place.
October 30
Frank has starting on another mission of his own. This one has already been way to compromised. I think the only reason that they haven't called us back, is that there is no point in it. Earthlings will belive that you are whomever you say, provided you are an Earthling. If you try telling them that you're an alien however, the think that you're drunk. Frank has started building the "perfect man" as he's described him. we're still plagued with Columbia and Eddie. My 27th birthday.
January 13
Now that things have started to get interesting, now that something is at least happening, I have more desire to write. Even if it is just the fact that I've been helping Frank build the "perfect man". Frank has no basis in science, whereas I'm a good scientist. But he's taking all the credit for it.
April 15
Frank named his creature, or what his creature will be. Rocky. Rocky Horror. I can see where he got the "horror" part from, but I don't know why he picked Rocky. Magenta's 23. I've found the alcohol here to be even better than that in Transexual.
August 9
We've been here six years. Six long, boring, hateful years. Frank has taken a renewed intrest in Magenta and myself while his creature his being built. It's just as I remember it. Just as wonderful, but at the same time horrible. It's a way to have variety without feeling guilty for cheating on Magenta. I don't know how Frank can take it, not being in love.
October 30
My 28th birthday. Rocky is almost finished. I've come to think of him almost as my own. After all, I've done all the real work. Frank has been organizing a party, inviting half of his friends from Transexual to come and see the birth of Rocky. I hate him, I hate Rocky. I hate all people, all the men and woman that have stopped Frank from being in love. I'm amazed that anyone can live without love. I would die, be dead, if it wasn't for my loving Magenta, and her loving me in return.
November 29
Rocky was unveiled, born today. And then, he died. He died, he died at my hands. I killed him. I killed him, I killed Frank, I killed Columbia. And I ate Eddie. I feel rotten, yet at the same time wonderful. I hate it so much, but I have Magenta all to my own, without anyone else to steal her away from me. No more Frank, no more Columbia. I hated them both. And now, now their gone. I don't have to worry about Frank anymore. At least Frank died happy. Frank had just had both of the Earthlings that had stumbled into the castle. A man and his girlfriend. Both of which were rather goodlooking, I can see why Frank had his own with them. And their friend, one Dr. Von Scott. Who just happened to have come in contact with other Transexuals a while ago. I have no clue what will happen to the Earthlings, but I believe they saw too much. They saw the others, they saw our celebration, they saw Rocky, and they saw me kill the three of them. But I don't give a damn. What's done is done. All I have to do is move on. I've already fabricated a decent excuse. The Queen is the only one that could possible see through it, and even then, no one listened to her when we were there. I hope things haven't changed at all.
December 6
We arrived back in Transylvainia, back on Transexual. It feels so good to be home. We are waiting for the Queen's guards to come, and make sure that our story checks out. it does, according to the few changes that I made. I pretty much told a grossly exaggerated version of the truth. I said that Frank had abducted, and killed many earthlings and was currently being searched for by the earthling's police. I learned from the mission to earth, that if it looks convincing, they'll believe it. It's a basic, but good principal. The root of the conman. It's gotten me thus far.
January 8
They all believe us. It's wonderful. We got paid very well for what we did, and we have a new house, and everything. It feels so good to have money, extra money. Not be scrimping by. We don't have to work, ever again. But I've been offered a job as a general in the Queen's army. It's a tempting offer. It'll get me out of the house, doing something. But if I don't have to work for the Royal family ever again, I do not wish to. But I have 8 weeks to decide.