A/N Well, once again Kat that's me! is back with some crazy stuff. I
dunno if its good writing, its kinda up to you guyz to write back and tell
me that. Keeping the flames to a minimum, if possible. Lol. So here we go
again. I have no inspiration, no ideas, this just popped into my head
thanks to George Smillie and now my fingers are off before my brain has a
chance to protest. shrugs nothing I can do. So bye bye!
Disclaimer Sighs is there a new way to do this? thinks yesa! I officially declare today 'Opposite Day'! or at least till I finish this disclaimer I own all the Phantom of the Opera! All of it! The words, the music, the set, the people...sigh lol, so there ya go. Anyone plan to do anything about it? glares around yeah I didn't think so. tosses her long blonde hair right so lets get this show on the road! oh yeah, opposite day is now officially over!
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA PROUDLY PRESENTS...me?
One cold winter day, specifically November 22, 2002, at 8:38 AM in a small town of New Hampshire, USA, a blonde girl sat at her computer. Bored, she checked AIM. Of course, no one is on because it's a Friday and everyone is in the torture chamber adults fondly refer to as 'school'. The bright blue eyes narrowed in frustration as she rewrote her profile for the eighth time that morning.
"Damn! Why can't anyone skip a day of school for once?" The girl blew her bangs out of her eyes and rested her chin on her hands. Glancing at the screen, she typed up her favorite website and settled back to read some of the most talented writers around.
"What?" The blonde looked furious. "They deleted another one! Why? What is wrong with interactive fics, may I ask? Are they hurting you? No!" Under her breath, as if they could hear her, she muttered, 'It's not fair, those darn ff people."
After checking her email, the girl, who looked to be about seventeen, clicked on a story by her friend, George Smillie. "Les Mis, huh? Well, I think I will review him and tell him to have fun with it!" The girl clicked the review button and typed in the name 'Kat'.
Kat then typed a small review and entered it. Suddenly, the lights went out at her house. Kat shrieked, then sat a moment in the dark, waiting for the lights to come on. "Great, power's off. Now," Kat thought, "where did Mom put the flashlight?" By the glow of the computer screen, Kat searched the room. It took her a minute to register the fact that though the lights were out, the computer still worked.
"What the..." Kat exclaimed. Rushing over to the lights, she flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. She ran into the living room and tried the lights in there. No go. Outside, Kat noticed, was dark and shadowy, very strange considering it was only 9:04 in the morning. Returning to the computer, Kat sat down in puzzlement.
A hand slipped over her mouth and grabbed one of her arms. "Don't move," A voice advised. Kat's eyes widened as she sat still. Cautiously the hand removed itself, as if its owner was waiting for her to scream. "I am armed, so I suggest you do exactly as I say."
Kat nervously asked, "What do you want? Who are you?" A little burst of flame, and before Kat's eyes was a glowing mask. "Erik!" She gasped. "What are you doing here?"
Erik laughed. "You phans have gone too far! Interfering with our lives, changing them around, and even making us perform plays for your satisfaction and our humiliation! My fellow sufferers and I have decided its time for revenge! You will be forced to put on the Phantom of the Opera under our direction! See what happens when you are the puppet!"
Kat replied in a shocked, hurt voice, "But we only do that stuff to show you and the rest of the world how much we love you! We didn't do it to humiliate you!"
"Nevertheless," Erik's icy voice continued, "you will come with me." Swinging the Punjab lasso close to Kat's face, he smirked. "Who is in control now, Miss Author?"
Suddenly Erik pulled Kat from the chair. Sara, Kat's cat hmm that's a tongue twister ran into the room, looking for her mistress. "Meow?" Erik laughed his famous, bone-chilling, heart-stopping, knee-shaking...well, he laughed. Sara hissed, feeling her claws in the carpet.
Kat reached out and soothingly whispered, "Sarie its ok, I'm just going out for a little-"
Suddenly Erik yanked Kat away. They disappeared, with Kat screaming and Erik laughing. Sara streaked from the room, hissing.
The End
A/N Just kidding! There's more...now I need you all to email me at pinksupergirlhotmail.com. I will need some help for this one. See, the POTO characters have gone crazy and now all us phans must pay! As Erik said, the show will go on. Email me with your fav part cough wink cough if you review then I will just delete it afterwards. Thanks! Luv, Kat Oh yeah, Ffnet ppl, this has nothing to do with the review system, or you interactive rulz, I merely am using ppl I know as characters in a story I wrote.
Disclaimer Sighs is there a new way to do this? thinks yesa! I officially declare today 'Opposite Day'! or at least till I finish this disclaimer I own all the Phantom of the Opera! All of it! The words, the music, the set, the people...sigh lol, so there ya go. Anyone plan to do anything about it? glares around yeah I didn't think so. tosses her long blonde hair right so lets get this show on the road! oh yeah, opposite day is now officially over!
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA PROUDLY PRESENTS...me?
One cold winter day, specifically November 22, 2002, at 8:38 AM in a small town of New Hampshire, USA, a blonde girl sat at her computer. Bored, she checked AIM. Of course, no one is on because it's a Friday and everyone is in the torture chamber adults fondly refer to as 'school'. The bright blue eyes narrowed in frustration as she rewrote her profile for the eighth time that morning.
"Damn! Why can't anyone skip a day of school for once?" The girl blew her bangs out of her eyes and rested her chin on her hands. Glancing at the screen, she typed up her favorite website and settled back to read some of the most talented writers around.
"What?" The blonde looked furious. "They deleted another one! Why? What is wrong with interactive fics, may I ask? Are they hurting you? No!" Under her breath, as if they could hear her, she muttered, 'It's not fair, those darn ff people."
After checking her email, the girl, who looked to be about seventeen, clicked on a story by her friend, George Smillie. "Les Mis, huh? Well, I think I will review him and tell him to have fun with it!" The girl clicked the review button and typed in the name 'Kat'.
Kat then typed a small review and entered it. Suddenly, the lights went out at her house. Kat shrieked, then sat a moment in the dark, waiting for the lights to come on. "Great, power's off. Now," Kat thought, "where did Mom put the flashlight?" By the glow of the computer screen, Kat searched the room. It took her a minute to register the fact that though the lights were out, the computer still worked.
"What the..." Kat exclaimed. Rushing over to the lights, she flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. She ran into the living room and tried the lights in there. No go. Outside, Kat noticed, was dark and shadowy, very strange considering it was only 9:04 in the morning. Returning to the computer, Kat sat down in puzzlement.
A hand slipped over her mouth and grabbed one of her arms. "Don't move," A voice advised. Kat's eyes widened as she sat still. Cautiously the hand removed itself, as if its owner was waiting for her to scream. "I am armed, so I suggest you do exactly as I say."
Kat nervously asked, "What do you want? Who are you?" A little burst of flame, and before Kat's eyes was a glowing mask. "Erik!" She gasped. "What are you doing here?"
Erik laughed. "You phans have gone too far! Interfering with our lives, changing them around, and even making us perform plays for your satisfaction and our humiliation! My fellow sufferers and I have decided its time for revenge! You will be forced to put on the Phantom of the Opera under our direction! See what happens when you are the puppet!"
Kat replied in a shocked, hurt voice, "But we only do that stuff to show you and the rest of the world how much we love you! We didn't do it to humiliate you!"
"Nevertheless," Erik's icy voice continued, "you will come with me." Swinging the Punjab lasso close to Kat's face, he smirked. "Who is in control now, Miss Author?"
Suddenly Erik pulled Kat from the chair. Sara, Kat's cat hmm that's a tongue twister ran into the room, looking for her mistress. "Meow?" Erik laughed his famous, bone-chilling, heart-stopping, knee-shaking...well, he laughed. Sara hissed, feeling her claws in the carpet.
Kat reached out and soothingly whispered, "Sarie its ok, I'm just going out for a little-"
Suddenly Erik yanked Kat away. They disappeared, with Kat screaming and Erik laughing. Sara streaked from the room, hissing.
The End
A/N Just kidding! There's more...now I need you all to email me at pinksupergirlhotmail.com. I will need some help for this one. See, the POTO characters have gone crazy and now all us phans must pay! As Erik said, the show will go on. Email me with your fav part cough wink cough if you review then I will just delete it afterwards. Thanks! Luv, Kat Oh yeah, Ffnet ppl, this has nothing to do with the review system, or you interactive rulz, I merely am using ppl I know as characters in a story I wrote.