Le Meutre à la Maison de Frankenstein:
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fan Fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, plot, etc from Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show.
And while I'm at it, this began as a story my friend Jackie and I decided to write just for fun. It began with no plot, for we decided to just play off each other's writing, writing one chapter at a time. Then I decided to add Rocky Horror Picture Show characters, which she knows nothing about, so I just took it eventually. So she wrote the first chapter; I wrote the rest.
And (don't you just wish I'd shut up?) I don't know French. At all. My friend, Megan McGory, told me how to translate the title. Shoot her if it's wrong.
Chapter 1
"I've paid my whore!" Christian shouted, throwing money at Satine's feet. "I owe you nothing, and you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!" Christian began to slowly walk off- stage.
"Christian, don't do this." Satine grabbed at him. "It's not my fault if I'm in love with Nini!"
".What?" Christian turned around.
"Ha! Got your attention!"
"Satine, what the heck are you doing? We're ON STAGE! The show? 'Alo?" Ziddler interjected.
"Oh, just shut up, you big, fat man!" Christian spat.
"THE GREATEST THING YOU'LL EVER LEARN IS JUST TO LOVE AND BE LOVED IN RETURN!" Toulousse screamed, swinging from the rafters.
"Did he just say something without a lisp?" Satine pointed out.
All the meanwhile, the crowd looked at the cast of the Moulin Rouge with confused looks on their faces.
"Um.excuse me?" Random show-seer began timidly. "Er, remember us?" "Who are you?" Satine asked.
"Random show-seer!"
"Well, no shit, Sherlock." Satine rolled her eyes. "Warner: Gun." Warner handed Satine his gun. "Any last words?"
"What are you doing? Satine-?"
BOOM!
"Good shot!" Christian applauded.
"Let's make love?" Satine and Christian began to walk offstage, when.
"I DON'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE TOUCHING MY THINGS!" The Duke rampaged.
"She's mine, bitch," Christian gave the Duke a smug look.
"NO! NO! NO! MINE!" The Duke flung himself on the ground, his arms and legs flailing across the ground, tears falling from his creepy eyes.
"Duke, It's okay. You can have all the other whores- all 999 of them. They won't care that your real name is Gerdie."
The Duke paused his tempter-tantrum.
"How did you know that?"
"Uh.uh."
"Let's make love?" Satine once again suggested to Christian.
"Good idea! But first.we must dance!"
"Dance? I don't want to dance! Have you ever looked at my shoes? They're not exactly dancing material."
"But I wanna dance." Christian pouted, sticking his lower lip out. "Pweeasse?"
"Don't turn into Toulousse on me."
"I heawd that, Sawine."
"At least your lisp hasn't impaired your hearing, you crazy midget."
"Dance!" Christian demanded.
"Oh, fine, you stupid Scottish fiend."
"Yay!" Christian did a happy little jig. "Let's do the Time Warp!"
"The Time Warp?" Everyone on stage asked in unison.
"Yes! The Time Warp!" Christian affirmed excitedly. He began to sing, "It's astounding.Time is fleeting." and began the matching dance moves. Somehow, because this IS a musical, mind you, everyone else in the theatre instantly knew the lyrics and dance moves.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a flash of lighting, the electricity went out, and every person in the Moulin Rouge was knocked out. When they woke up, they were surrounded by the cast of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" doing the (you guessed it)- Time Warp!
"You.you stole my dance!" Christian whined.
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fan Fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, plot, etc from Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show.
And while I'm at it, this began as a story my friend Jackie and I decided to write just for fun. It began with no plot, for we decided to just play off each other's writing, writing one chapter at a time. Then I decided to add Rocky Horror Picture Show characters, which she knows nothing about, so I just took it eventually. So she wrote the first chapter; I wrote the rest.
And (don't you just wish I'd shut up?) I don't know French. At all. My friend, Megan McGory, told me how to translate the title. Shoot her if it's wrong.
Chapter 1
"I've paid my whore!" Christian shouted, throwing money at Satine's feet. "I owe you nothing, and you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!" Christian began to slowly walk off- stage.
"Christian, don't do this." Satine grabbed at him. "It's not my fault if I'm in love with Nini!"
".What?" Christian turned around.
"Ha! Got your attention!"
"Satine, what the heck are you doing? We're ON STAGE! The show? 'Alo?" Ziddler interjected.
"Oh, just shut up, you big, fat man!" Christian spat.
"THE GREATEST THING YOU'LL EVER LEARN IS JUST TO LOVE AND BE LOVED IN RETURN!" Toulousse screamed, swinging from the rafters.
"Did he just say something without a lisp?" Satine pointed out.
All the meanwhile, the crowd looked at the cast of the Moulin Rouge with confused looks on their faces.
"Um.excuse me?" Random show-seer began timidly. "Er, remember us?" "Who are you?" Satine asked.
"Random show-seer!"
"Well, no shit, Sherlock." Satine rolled her eyes. "Warner: Gun." Warner handed Satine his gun. "Any last words?"
"What are you doing? Satine-?"
BOOM!
"Good shot!" Christian applauded.
"Let's make love?" Satine and Christian began to walk offstage, when.
"I DON'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE TOUCHING MY THINGS!" The Duke rampaged.
"She's mine, bitch," Christian gave the Duke a smug look.
"NO! NO! NO! MINE!" The Duke flung himself on the ground, his arms and legs flailing across the ground, tears falling from his creepy eyes.
"Duke, It's okay. You can have all the other whores- all 999 of them. They won't care that your real name is Gerdie."
The Duke paused his tempter-tantrum.
"How did you know that?"
"Uh.uh."
"Let's make love?" Satine once again suggested to Christian.
"Good idea! But first.we must dance!"
"Dance? I don't want to dance! Have you ever looked at my shoes? They're not exactly dancing material."
"But I wanna dance." Christian pouted, sticking his lower lip out. "Pweeasse?"
"Don't turn into Toulousse on me."
"I heawd that, Sawine."
"At least your lisp hasn't impaired your hearing, you crazy midget."
"Dance!" Christian demanded.
"Oh, fine, you stupid Scottish fiend."
"Yay!" Christian did a happy little jig. "Let's do the Time Warp!"
"The Time Warp?" Everyone on stage asked in unison.
"Yes! The Time Warp!" Christian affirmed excitedly. He began to sing, "It's astounding.Time is fleeting." and began the matching dance moves. Somehow, because this IS a musical, mind you, everyone else in the theatre instantly knew the lyrics and dance moves.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a flash of lighting, the electricity went out, and every person in the Moulin Rouge was knocked out. When they woke up, they were surrounded by the cast of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" doing the (you guessed it)- Time Warp!
"You.you stole my dance!" Christian whined.