Le Meutre à la Maison de Frankenstein
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights of Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show. I don't own Tinkerbell and I have no clue what the hell the narcoleptic Argentinean's real name is, but it looked really stupid to keep referring to him as "the narcoleptic Argentinean" in dialogue, so I made his name Bruce, because he looks sort of like a Bruce, ignoring the fact that he'd most likely have a Spanish name (seeing as he IS Argentinean). Anyhow, sorry for not updating in a long time, but there's these nifty things called term papers that I have to do, so I've been busy with those, not including friends, a love life, and unneeded bullshit at home. Stay faithful and review, please. (
Chapter 4:
Meanwhile, Tolousse, the Narcoleptic Argentinean, Ziddler, the Duke, Warner, and Nini (she was finally done barfing) were left abandoned in the laboratry.
"what are we to do now?" Ziddler asked, apparently to himself because not only did noone answer but do you think they really would? Please, they have other things on their mind; like getting home somehow. The Duke was lying in the far corner, sucking on his thumb while he laid his head on Nini's lap. Nini, with the Duke using her as a pillow, resorted to chatting with Warner, who looked over the Duke in a protective manner. One must question why Warner puts up with the Duke because, even if the pay was good, the Duke's annoyingness rivaled that of Nini's, and he was selfish, self-centered, and evil to boot. Toulouse was pacing as he pointed and shrieked at the narcoletpic Argentinean on the ground with a knife in his back.wait, what???
"Toulousse! What happened?" Ziddler asked as he ran over to him. Toulousse was speechless (haha yeah right. You wish!)
"I don't know! One second I'm talking to Bwuce and the next he's lying on the floow, dead as a doowknob!" Tolousse said hurriedly. Nini and Warner made their way over.
"Yeah, sure." Nini said, her hand on her hip.
"It's twue!" Toulousse protested.
"Now, now," Ziddler said, trying to keep everyone calm. "Toulousse, how could you have not seen what was going on?"
"I heard someone laughing behind me so I turned around to see who it was-"
"Someone laughing? Hee! Hee! Hee! Oh sure, I bet. Next thing you know, he'll be telling us that Tinkerbell came in and killed Bruce!" the Duke said.
"I'm telling the twuth, you stupid jewk!" Toulousse said, kicking the Duke in the shin. The Duke held his leg with both hands and hopped up and down.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he whined. He pointed at Ziddler. "Keep that rabid dwarf of yours under control!" Warner smiled from behind the Duke's back, deciding that if the Duke needed protection against Toulousse, than he was not worth saving.
"I do not control him!" Ziddler exclaimed. Then to Toulousse "Though, you shouldn't do that- it isn't very nice."
"Sowwy," Toulousse apologized, looking down in shame.
"Well, if you didn't kill him, who did?" Nini asked.
"We could search the body for clues," Warner suggested.
"Ew! I am NOT touching that hairy, disgustingly dead monstrosity!" the Duke whined. Nini nodded in silent agreement. Ziddler rolled his eyes at them both and inspected the body. The knife was imbedded deep between the narcoleptic Argentinean's shoulders and was small- a little bit larger than a steak knife, but with an incredibly longer blade than normal and a smaller handle. His hand was too big to grip it without cutting part of his hand with the blade's edge.
"What's that?" Warner asked behind Ziddler. He crouched down next to Ziddler and pointed to a small spot on the narcoleptic Argentinean's vest. There, in small ink, was a blotch that had not been there earlier.
"Is that a clue?" Toulousse asked.
"Looks like a turkey or a peacock to me," Ziddler said, "A hand, maybe?"
"Maybe it's the mark of the killer," Warner said solemnly. There was a silence.
"Oh pish-aw! How do you know that wasn't there before?" the Duke asked. He said it sort of shakily, the shock of murder finally settling in (though why NOW he chooses to be scared is kind of silly, don't you think? He witnessed the murder of random show-seer and he, himself, shot Dr. Scott's face off, but I guess it's a little different when you don't know who to look out for).
"Pwease! The Awgentinean is a weknown neat fweak!" Toulousse snapped.
"Hmm." Ziddler rubbed his beard as he thought. The handle was too small for a normal-sized man to grasp- that meant it was either a small- sized man or a woman. That could mean either Toulousse, who claims he didn't and is too short to reach the Argentinean's shoulder blades anyways (unless he wasn't standing.that made Ziddler think), or Nini, who was talking to Warner and had the Duke in her lap when the murder took place. Janet and Satine were out.Columbia and Magenta weren't out of the question, but weren't they with Brad and Christian? He ought to contact them.
"We should stay together from now on," Warner said. "Yes."Ziddler agreed, lost in his thoughts. Nini put her hand to her stomach.
"I'm feeling sick again, I think. I need to use the bathroom."
"Are you mad? You'll be killed!" the Duke said.
"Someone could go with hew," Toulousse suggested.
"I'll go," Ziddler offered, snapping out of his trance.
"I think it'd be wiser if I did." Warner said. He moved his jacket to expose the gun at his waist.
"Good point," Ziddler agreed, gulping. He totally forgot that Warner was armed.
"Away, Malady?" Warner asked, stretching out an arm. Nini giggled and the Duke whined as Warner escorted her out of the room.
A Moulin Rouge/Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights of Moulin Rouge or Rocky Horror Picture Show. I don't own Tinkerbell and I have no clue what the hell the narcoleptic Argentinean's real name is, but it looked really stupid to keep referring to him as "the narcoleptic Argentinean" in dialogue, so I made his name Bruce, because he looks sort of like a Bruce, ignoring the fact that he'd most likely have a Spanish name (seeing as he IS Argentinean). Anyhow, sorry for not updating in a long time, but there's these nifty things called term papers that I have to do, so I've been busy with those, not including friends, a love life, and unneeded bullshit at home. Stay faithful and review, please. (
Chapter 4:
Meanwhile, Tolousse, the Narcoleptic Argentinean, Ziddler, the Duke, Warner, and Nini (she was finally done barfing) were left abandoned in the laboratry.
"what are we to do now?" Ziddler asked, apparently to himself because not only did noone answer but do you think they really would? Please, they have other things on their mind; like getting home somehow. The Duke was lying in the far corner, sucking on his thumb while he laid his head on Nini's lap. Nini, with the Duke using her as a pillow, resorted to chatting with Warner, who looked over the Duke in a protective manner. One must question why Warner puts up with the Duke because, even if the pay was good, the Duke's annoyingness rivaled that of Nini's, and he was selfish, self-centered, and evil to boot. Toulouse was pacing as he pointed and shrieked at the narcoletpic Argentinean on the ground with a knife in his back.wait, what???
"Toulousse! What happened?" Ziddler asked as he ran over to him. Toulousse was speechless (haha yeah right. You wish!)
"I don't know! One second I'm talking to Bwuce and the next he's lying on the floow, dead as a doowknob!" Tolousse said hurriedly. Nini and Warner made their way over.
"Yeah, sure." Nini said, her hand on her hip.
"It's twue!" Toulousse protested.
"Now, now," Ziddler said, trying to keep everyone calm. "Toulousse, how could you have not seen what was going on?"
"I heard someone laughing behind me so I turned around to see who it was-"
"Someone laughing? Hee! Hee! Hee! Oh sure, I bet. Next thing you know, he'll be telling us that Tinkerbell came in and killed Bruce!" the Duke said.
"I'm telling the twuth, you stupid jewk!" Toulousse said, kicking the Duke in the shin. The Duke held his leg with both hands and hopped up and down.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he whined. He pointed at Ziddler. "Keep that rabid dwarf of yours under control!" Warner smiled from behind the Duke's back, deciding that if the Duke needed protection against Toulousse, than he was not worth saving.
"I do not control him!" Ziddler exclaimed. Then to Toulousse "Though, you shouldn't do that- it isn't very nice."
"Sowwy," Toulousse apologized, looking down in shame.
"Well, if you didn't kill him, who did?" Nini asked.
"We could search the body for clues," Warner suggested.
"Ew! I am NOT touching that hairy, disgustingly dead monstrosity!" the Duke whined. Nini nodded in silent agreement. Ziddler rolled his eyes at them both and inspected the body. The knife was imbedded deep between the narcoleptic Argentinean's shoulders and was small- a little bit larger than a steak knife, but with an incredibly longer blade than normal and a smaller handle. His hand was too big to grip it without cutting part of his hand with the blade's edge.
"What's that?" Warner asked behind Ziddler. He crouched down next to Ziddler and pointed to a small spot on the narcoleptic Argentinean's vest. There, in small ink, was a blotch that had not been there earlier.
"Is that a clue?" Toulousse asked.
"Looks like a turkey or a peacock to me," Ziddler said, "A hand, maybe?"
"Maybe it's the mark of the killer," Warner said solemnly. There was a silence.
"Oh pish-aw! How do you know that wasn't there before?" the Duke asked. He said it sort of shakily, the shock of murder finally settling in (though why NOW he chooses to be scared is kind of silly, don't you think? He witnessed the murder of random show-seer and he, himself, shot Dr. Scott's face off, but I guess it's a little different when you don't know who to look out for).
"Pwease! The Awgentinean is a weknown neat fweak!" Toulousse snapped.
"Hmm." Ziddler rubbed his beard as he thought. The handle was too small for a normal-sized man to grasp- that meant it was either a small- sized man or a woman. That could mean either Toulousse, who claims he didn't and is too short to reach the Argentinean's shoulder blades anyways (unless he wasn't standing.that made Ziddler think), or Nini, who was talking to Warner and had the Duke in her lap when the murder took place. Janet and Satine were out.Columbia and Magenta weren't out of the question, but weren't they with Brad and Christian? He ought to contact them.
"We should stay together from now on," Warner said. "Yes."Ziddler agreed, lost in his thoughts. Nini put her hand to her stomach.
"I'm feeling sick again, I think. I need to use the bathroom."
"Are you mad? You'll be killed!" the Duke said.
"Someone could go with hew," Toulousse suggested.
"I'll go," Ziddler offered, snapping out of his trance.
"I think it'd be wiser if I did." Warner said. He moved his jacket to expose the gun at his waist.
"Good point," Ziddler agreed, gulping. He totally forgot that Warner was armed.
"Away, Malady?" Warner asked, stretching out an arm. Nini giggled and the Duke whined as Warner escorted her out of the room.