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 I also don't own the song "Screaming Infidelities", which is sung by Christian in this chapter. Dashboard Confessional owns that. I altered the words a tad, too. (
Chapter 3
When all of the Transylvanians, Creatures of the Underworld, and the Bohemians were finally gathered in Frank N. Furter's bright white laboratory, Frankie decided that it was high-time he explained what was going on.
"Guests, Transylvanians, and my dear assistants: I would love to explain to you now my expertise in my creation of the first artificially made human being!" Everyone applauded while the guests were more or less dumbfounded (except for Nini who was already drunk. Damn light weight).
"However, a magician never tells his secrets," Frankie quickly added. Everyone went "awww." and whined.
"But I want to know this instant!" The Duke whined, stamping his foot. Frankie's eyes grew wide and stared at The Duke, who quickly subdued his tempter-tantrum.
"Well, heh. N with the show!" Frankie giggled. He ordered Riff-raff around while Columbia and Magenta unveiled a clear container with a mummy inside. A chandelier-looking object descended from the ceiling the Frankie began playing with it: releasing unknown chemicals into the container wielding the mummy. Then he said a few magic words and POOF! The mummy began to move!
"IT'S ALIVE!" Frankie rejoiced, "IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIVEEEE!!!!" Magenta and Columbia undid the wrappings of the mummy and, to the dismay of it's viewers, appeared a very blonde, very tan, and VERY muscular man, who began to sing! But what he sang was unimportant because nothing this guy is important anyways, so feel free to ignore him for right now.
"Ooooo..ahh!" the crowd observed. Frankie then decided to take his boy toy into a conveniently set-up bedroom near his laboratory to have wild monkey sex with him. His visitors tried to ignore his giggles and Rocky's (the creation's) confused yelps. Eventually the Transylvanians dispersed and only Riff-raff, Ziddler, The Duke, Warner, Christian, Brad the Narcoleptic Argentinean, Toulousse, Columbia, and Magenta were left (Nini was in the powder room, tossing her cookies. Damn lightweight). Brad decided to finally be a good fiancée and questioned his soon-to-be-wife's presence.
"Where's Janet?" he asked Columbia.
"In my room," she said, "Where else?" He didn't even want to think where else.
"Is she alright?" he asked.
"Why, she is quite alright. Dr. Frank N. Furter is a mastermind and very talented."she said, smiling slightly. She put her hand on her hip. "Well, she's not THAT much better!" she lied, when seeing Brad was looking relieved. "Come on! I'll show you to your room," she said, pushing him forward.
"My room?" he asked, confused.
"Yes, Janet will be ok but she won't be fine until the morning, meaning you ought to go to bed, y'hear?" Now come on! This way!" she said, pushing him out of the room. Christian was tapped on the shoulder from behind, and jumped. It was Magenta.
"Satine is in the same condition." Magenta informed, "Follow me." She put her hand on the small of his band and led him out the same way Columbia and Brad had went. They met them at the steel elevator. Both men were solemn as it descended. It stopped and they departed- Brad and Columbia going one way, Christian and Magenta going another. Magenta stopped in front of a room and opened it. She pushed Christian inside. It was a jungle- themed. Animal furs, exotic plants, and an ivory four-poster filled the room.
"If you need to freshen up, the bathroom is in that door over there," Magenta said, pointing to the left wall. She closed the door behind her as she left.
He was alone.
"Well, I might as well get some sleep." he said to himself as he sat on the bed. He jumped a bit to test the springs, and then kicked off his shoes and lied down. He sat up, staring at the lion's head that stood above the headboard. He began to sing:
"I'm missing your bed, I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak
And this horrible beast.it taking me home
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets
But you're not alone; you're not discreet
You make sure I know who's taking you home."
He got up then, and stood on the bed. He looked into the upholstered lion's eyes that shown with a mysterious glimmer. He flipped it off.
"Bloody wanker!" he yelled at it.
He lay back down and drifted off to sleep.
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 I also don't own the song "Screaming Infidelities", which is sung by Christian in this chapter. Dashboard Confessional owns that. I altered the words a tad, too. (
Chapter 3
When all of the Transylvanians, Creatures of the Underworld, and the Bohemians were finally gathered in Frank N. Furter's bright white laboratory, Frankie decided that it was high-time he explained what was going on.
"Guests, Transylvanians, and my dear assistants: I would love to explain to you now my expertise in my creation of the first artificially made human being!" Everyone applauded while the guests were more or less dumbfounded (except for Nini who was already drunk. Damn light weight).
"However, a magician never tells his secrets," Frankie quickly added. Everyone went "awww." and whined.
"But I want to know this instant!" The Duke whined, stamping his foot. Frankie's eyes grew wide and stared at The Duke, who quickly subdued his tempter-tantrum.
"Well, heh. N with the show!" Frankie giggled. He ordered Riff-raff around while Columbia and Magenta unveiled a clear container with a mummy inside. A chandelier-looking object descended from the ceiling the Frankie began playing with it: releasing unknown chemicals into the container wielding the mummy. Then he said a few magic words and POOF! The mummy began to move!
"IT'S ALIVE!" Frankie rejoiced, "IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIVEEEE!!!!" Magenta and Columbia undid the wrappings of the mummy and, to the dismay of it's viewers, appeared a very blonde, very tan, and VERY muscular man, who began to sing! But what he sang was unimportant because nothing this guy is important anyways, so feel free to ignore him for right now.
"Ooooo..ahh!" the crowd observed. Frankie then decided to take his boy toy into a conveniently set-up bedroom near his laboratory to have wild monkey sex with him. His visitors tried to ignore his giggles and Rocky's (the creation's) confused yelps. Eventually the Transylvanians dispersed and only Riff-raff, Ziddler, The Duke, Warner, Christian, Brad the Narcoleptic Argentinean, Toulousse, Columbia, and Magenta were left (Nini was in the powder room, tossing her cookies. Damn lightweight). Brad decided to finally be a good fiancée and questioned his soon-to-be-wife's presence.
"Where's Janet?" he asked Columbia.
"In my room," she said, "Where else?" He didn't even want to think where else.
"Is she alright?" he asked.
"Why, she is quite alright. Dr. Frank N. Furter is a mastermind and very talented."she said, smiling slightly. She put her hand on her hip. "Well, she's not THAT much better!" she lied, when seeing Brad was looking relieved. "Come on! I'll show you to your room," she said, pushing him forward.
"My room?" he asked, confused.
"Yes, Janet will be ok but she won't be fine until the morning, meaning you ought to go to bed, y'hear?" Now come on! This way!" she said, pushing him out of the room. Christian was tapped on the shoulder from behind, and jumped. It was Magenta.
"Satine is in the same condition." Magenta informed, "Follow me." She put her hand on the small of his band and led him out the same way Columbia and Brad had went. They met them at the steel elevator. Both men were solemn as it descended. It stopped and they departed- Brad and Columbia going one way, Christian and Magenta going another. Magenta stopped in front of a room and opened it. She pushed Christian inside. It was a jungle- themed. Animal furs, exotic plants, and an ivory four-poster filled the room.
"If you need to freshen up, the bathroom is in that door over there," Magenta said, pointing to the left wall. She closed the door behind her as she left.
He was alone.
"Well, I might as well get some sleep." he said to himself as he sat on the bed. He jumped a bit to test the springs, and then kicked off his shoes and lied down. He sat up, staring at the lion's head that stood above the headboard. He began to sing:
"I'm missing your bed, I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak
And this horrible beast.it taking me home
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets
But you're not alone; you're not discreet
You make sure I know who's taking you home."
He got up then, and stood on the bed. He looked into the upholstered lion's eyes that shown with a mysterious glimmer. He flipped it off.
"Bloody wanker!" he yelled at it.
He lay back down and drifted off to sleep.