A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I greatly appreciate 'em! Also, I do not intend Raoul-bashing in this (because I am now a Raoul-sympathizer); it's just that all the characters are silly because it's a parody ;-) And, of course, Erik will call him a fop. So, sorry to any Raoul-lovers, but Erik will call him a fop just because he obviously loathes Raoul.
A/N: (Sob) this is the second to last chapter! I'm so sad! (Sniffle)
Disclaimer: I just don't understand what you people want me to say. I mean I get sick of saying this same God-forsaken thing over and over again. Yes, we all know that I do not own Phantom of the Opera or Wizard of Oz for that matter! We're not blind – we can read it in every story that is posted on here! WE GET IT! So WHY must I say this heartbreaking thing every time?! Um... I also don't own Boq from Wicked... (Smiles)
Chapter Four: Fat Melting Witches and the oh-so-Wonderful Phantom
The four companions approached Onyx City, anticipation and excitement stirring in their blood. They stood at a large black door for several minutes, blinking.
"What do we do now?" Christine questioned, twirling a blonde ringlet on her finger.
"Hmm..." Moncharmin stroked his furry chin thoughtfully. "Maybe you could ring the doorbell and ask whoever answers what to do!"
"Good idea!" She exclaimed, ringing the bell, causing a loud buzz.
A small window in the middle of the door swung open, revealing a woman with raven black hair that was tightly pulled up into a bun, her dark eyes staring at them.
"Who rang that bell?" She asked sharply, her eyes scanning each of them.
"We did." Raoul replied, blinking at her, confused as why she would ask that considering they were the only people there.
"Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" The blonde inquired skeptically, furrowing her brow.
The woman blinked. "No."
"Yes, yes, I have!" Christine suddenly cried out, clasping her hands together. "Weren't you a munchkin in Munchkinland? Yeah! Your name was Madame Giry!"
"Of course, not. Don't be ridiculous."
"But you even thanked me for," She bit her lip, "Accidentally killing the Wicked Witch of the East!"
The black-haired woman sighed, muttering, "We ran short of characters." She explained quietly.
"Oh..."
"Anyway, didn't you read the sign?"
"What sign?" Richard raised an eyebrow, searching the walls for a nonexistent sign.
"Ugh! Stupid Ozians!" She slammed the window shut, only to return to pin a sign on the wall. She quickly shut the window again.
"Bell is out of order. Please knock." Raoul read, "Oh! All right!"
"But how did she hear the bell to begin with?" Richard wondered, frustrated.
"What bell?" Christine questioned, staring at the tin man.
"The bell that you rang just a few minutes ago!" The tin man exclaimed, dropping his jaw, bewildered that someone could be so dense.
"But the sign says that the bell is out of order." The girl replied, pointing her little finger to the messy sign hanging on the wall.
Raoul nodded in agreement, while Moncharmin ran in circles, desperately attempting to escape his tail.
"I know that but you rang it anyway, and it was working!" He informed her.
Raoul once again nodded in agreement.
"But how could I?" Christine emitted an agitated sigh, "It says that the doorbell wasn't working. I couldn't have rang the door bell if it's out of order!"
Raoul continued to nod.
"What are you doing?!" Richard turned to him, irritated.
"No brain, remember?" The poor scarecrow pointed out. "I can't make up my mind – well, I can't make up my mind because I don't have a mind because I don't have a brain so I can't make up my mind –"
"I get it." The tin man said dully.
Christine quickly rapped her knuckles on the door, causing Madame Giry to pop her head back out, with a grim smile.
"How may I help you?" She asked listlessly.
"We want to see the Phantom!" All four of them exclaimed in unison, pausing to stare at each other.
"Oh! The Phantom? But nobody can see the Great Phantom of Oz! Nobody's ever seen the Great Phantom of Oz!" The woman reported to them.
"Then how do you know he's real?"
"Because I've seen him!"
"I thought you said that no one had ever seen him!" Christine placed her hands on her hips.
"No one has except me. I bring him whatever he wishes and report news to him every so often." Madame Giry said.
"Can we see him, please?" Moncharmin inquired hopefully, throwing a paranoid glance at his tail occasionally.
"No, you're wasting my time." She scolded them, getting ready to slam the window shut again.
"But the Good Witch of the North sent me!" Christine cried.
"Meg sent you? Stupid child." Madame Giry muttered, "Prove it."
"She's wearing the ruby slippers!" Raoul exclaimed, grabbing Madame Giry by the arm and pulling her out of the window down to look at the shoes. She plummeted to the ground with a loud 'thump', the window shutting behind her.
"Oh, so she is." The woman rubbed her head, glaring at Raoul. "I'd let you in, but since you pulled me out, I am no longer able to."
"Oops."
After several minutes of banging continuously on the door, an Ozian poked his head through the window.
"What are you doing out there?" He asked the fuming Madame Giry.
"This brainless idiot pulled me out of the window!" She answered angrily, pointing an accusing finger at Raoul.
Raoul sniffled, shuffling his feet. "It's not my fault that I don't have a brain... That's why I'm here to see the Phantom."
The woman frowned.
"How do I know this isn't just a trick to get into the Onyx City?" The man raised an eyebrow.
"Hey! You're Piangi – that fat munchkin from Munchkinland! Are munchkins invading the Onyx City?" Christine pondered, staring at him blankly.
"I'm not fat..." He sniffed, but soon stuffed a chicken leg in his mouth. "Short of characters."
"Oh."
Madame Giry rolled her eyes.
Raoul brightened up, an idea coming to him. "It's not a trick! Look! She's wearing the ruby slippers that Meg, the Good Witch of the North gave her!" He said happily, attempting to pull Piangi out to look at Christine's feet.
But instead of him plunging to the ground, he couldn't fit through the window.
"Ouch... I'm stuck." He winced, frowning. "I'M STUCK!! AHHHHHHHH! I'M STUCK! SOMEBODY HELP! AHHHH! I'M STUCK!"
Everyone blinked as he threw about his arms, screaming and sobbing. Suddenly, the door came ajar, a munchkin peering out.
The girl cried with joy. "Hi, I'm Christine!! What's your name?"
The munchkin stared at her, before slowly replying, "Boq..." He scratched his dark brown hair. Looking at Piangi, he frowned. "What happened?"
"What are you talking about?" Raoul said innocently, giving a weak smile.
"We need to come in to see the Phantom immediately!" Richard cried out, taking a step forward.
"Um... I don't know if I can let you in."
"The Good Witch of the North sent us!" The scarecrow added, reaching to grab the munchkin.
Moncharmin jumped on Raoul before he could get a hold of Boq and haul him out there, too.
"Oh!" Boq exclaimed, opening the door wide. "In that case, come on in!"
Getting up from the ground, Raoul beamed, dusting off himself and the lion. They entered the Onyx City, instantly being thrust into darkness. It wasn't pitch black, but it was extremely close.
"Now, can you take us to see the Phantom?" Richard pleaded.
"The Phantom?" Boq echoed, wrinkling his nose. "Um... well, wouldn't you like to tidy up a bit first?"
"Oh, yes!" Christine agreed breathlessly, pushing various stray blonde curls from her flushed face.
"Follow me!" The munchkin said, bringing them away from the door, in which numerous munchkins and Ozians were attempting to pull Piangi out of the window.
"One, two... THREE!" One shouted, as they all pulled with their might.
"Can I have something to eat?" Piangi whined.
"NO!" They all shouted furiously.
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Boq led the four friends to a predictably black building, where an unexpected pink and green sign hung.
"There ya go!" He smiled, before leaving them. "I'll be back!" He said, sounding a lot like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"Hello?" Raoul shouted, cupping his mouth with his straw hands.
"Coming!" A perky voice replied.
After a few moments of waiting, a girl with a white shirt flounced into the room. Her green-blue eyes sparkled with playfulness as she approached them. Curtseying, she put a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"We've been sent here to tidy up!" Christine informed her, motioning towards her companions.
"Of course!" The bubbly girl exclaimed, smiling. "Jessica, come in here! We have work to do!" She yelled into the backroom.
Another girl stumbled into the front room, tripping over a loose board and knocking over a green lamp that had a pink shade. Jumping up from off the ground, she began to wipe her blue sundress off, blowing a brown curl from her face. Looking the four people over with her gray-blue eyes, she grimaced.
"We have a lot of work to do!" Jessica wrinkled her nose.
"That's not very nice!" Erica furrowed her brow.
"I know."
"Anyway, let's get you guys freshened up! I'll take you and you!" The blonde pointed to Christine and Moncharmin. "Jessica will be tending to you two." She happily informed Richard and Raoul before leading the Parisian and the lion elsewhere.
"Oh, goody." Richard said sarcastically.
"I'm just as thrilled." The brunette returned his sarcasm.
After about a half an hour, Richard and Raoul were finished. An hour later, Christine and Moncharmin emerged.
"Took you long you enough!" The tin man shouted, rolling his eyes as he saw the other two come out. He had only needed to be polished and oiled. Raoul had needed a desperate straw trim.
Christine was now dressed in a light pink dress, her hair neatly piled onto of her head in a mass of golden curls. She was beaming as she neared the door, Moncharmin at her heels. He looked refreshed as well, and a pink... bow sat on top of his head.
Richard stifled a laugh. "Nice bow, Moncharmin."
"Thank you. I feel rather pretty... Oh, so pretty... I feel pretty and witty and gay!!"
Clearing his throat, the tin man inched away from Moncharmin as he made his way to the door.
"Now, you need a pink shirt, Mr. Scarecrow!" Erica giggled.
"No, you need a green one!" Jessica objected.
"Pink!"
"Green!"
"Pink!"
"Green!"
"Actually," Raoul cut off their bickering, "I would like a blue one, please."
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"Ouch!" The scarecrow whimpered as he was thrown out of the shop. "Geez, all I wanted was a blue shirt."
Boq approached him, a perplexed look on his face. "Why are you out here?"
"I got thrown out."
"Why?"
"Do they have a prejudice against the color blue?"
Before the munchkin could answer, the remaining three travelers exited the store, Moncharmin assuring himself that the bow was still in his fur.
"Hi, Boq!!" The brunette called from inside.
Waving, the munchkin smiled.
"You're very popular down here!" Christine complimented him blissfully.
"Thank you." He blushed. "Now, you wanted to see the Phantom?"
"Yep!" She replied ecstatically.
Boq led them a large building where they could only assume the great and powerful Phantom lived. He waved and left them there. Moncharmin gulped.
"I think I'll stay out here." He stated, his voice quivering.
"Why?" Christine tilted her head.
"He's just scared." Richard chuckled.
"Well, the Phantom is going to give you some courage!" Raoul declared, patting him reassuringly on the back.
"I'm too scared to ask him." The lion sniffled.
"We'll ask for you!" The girl told him, her cheeks flushing. "For the love of everything that is holy, let's go so I can go home!"
Eyes wide, everyone became silent at her sudden outburst before entering the building. As soon as they stepped into the lair of the Phantom of Oz, they immediately began trembling.
"I am the great and powerful Phantom of Oz!" A lovely male voice boomed.
"Tell me when it's over!" Moncharmin cried, attaching himself to Richard's feet.
"The Angel of Music?" Christine blinked.
Smacking himself, the tin man clenched his teeth. "No! It's the Phantom of Oz!"
Red smoke surrounded them, causing them to cough and wave their arms around. After a few minutes of sputtering out coughs, they were finally able to see.
"Who are you?" The enchanted voice inquired, but was merely met with silence. "WHO ARE YOU?"
The three shove Christine forward, as her eyes search the pitch black for a person.
"I-I... I am Christine Daae. Please, we've come to ask you –"
"SILENCE!" The Phantom yelled, "The Phantom of Oz knows why you have come..."
"Excuse me, but why are you talking in third person?" Raoul asked, annoyed.
"SHUT UP, Fop..." The Phantom growled, "I know why you have come..." He paused. "Tin man, you want a heart, eh?"
Richard nodded vigorously.
"And, fop, you want a brain, eh?"
Raoul grinned meekly.
"And, lion, you want courage, eh?"
Moncharmin fainted.
"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Christine shrieked, resting the lion's head on her knee, "Scaring the poor lion like this when he came to you for help..."
"My dear, I have every intention of granting your wishes..." The voice became gentler, causing Christine to stand and drop Moncharmin's head to the floor.
"That voice..." She whispered, her voice filled with elation, "It was meant for opera, not Oz music..."
"But first, you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a very small task." The bodiless voice informed them.
Christine shivered, as well as everyone else. The voice was full of such majesty, such beauty!
"You must bring me the broomstick of that cow – the Witch of the West!" He commanded them.
"B-but we'd have to kill her to do that!" Richard blinked, looking up, deciding that the voice was originating from up there; however, as soon as he believed he had discovered where it was coming from, it would emit from somewhere else.
"Nothing gets by you, does it?" The Phantom muttered, exasperated, but soon raising his volume. "If you get that for me, then I shall grant your requests!"
"But –" Raoul protested.
"GO!"
Everyone scurried for the door, except Christine.
"Christine," The scarecrow hissed, "I think he wants us to go!"
The girl stared out into the darkness out nothing. "Excuse me, Mr. Phantom?" She questioned.
A sigh.
"Yes, my dear?"
"Do you sing opera?"
Grabbing her by the arm, Richard dragged her from the building.
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Erik plopped down in his black throne, lighting a small candle. The girl was quite beautiful; her voice was rather lovely, too. And she had mentioned opera? Running his hand over his masked face, he remembered that he'd heard her say something concerning the Angel of Music. Mentally reminding himself that she was from Paris, he decided that he would unquestionably follow her once he sent her home. Erik smirked, emitting a deep chuckle. This was definitely his day. He had found a beautiful girl who evidently enjoyed opera, and he was getting others to rid him of that toad.
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Yes, those two girls who were 'tidying them up' were my phriend, Jessica and I. (Smiles) what? We had to make a small appearance – just having some fun (winks). R&R, please!
A/N: (Sob) this is the second to last chapter! I'm so sad! (Sniffle)
Disclaimer: I just don't understand what you people want me to say. I mean I get sick of saying this same God-forsaken thing over and over again. Yes, we all know that I do not own Phantom of the Opera or Wizard of Oz for that matter! We're not blind – we can read it in every story that is posted on here! WE GET IT! So WHY must I say this heartbreaking thing every time?! Um... I also don't own Boq from Wicked... (Smiles)
Chapter Four: Fat Melting Witches and the oh-so-Wonderful Phantom
The four companions approached Onyx City, anticipation and excitement stirring in their blood. They stood at a large black door for several minutes, blinking.
"What do we do now?" Christine questioned, twirling a blonde ringlet on her finger.
"Hmm..." Moncharmin stroked his furry chin thoughtfully. "Maybe you could ring the doorbell and ask whoever answers what to do!"
"Good idea!" She exclaimed, ringing the bell, causing a loud buzz.
A small window in the middle of the door swung open, revealing a woman with raven black hair that was tightly pulled up into a bun, her dark eyes staring at them.
"Who rang that bell?" She asked sharply, her eyes scanning each of them.
"We did." Raoul replied, blinking at her, confused as why she would ask that considering they were the only people there.
"Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" The blonde inquired skeptically, furrowing her brow.
The woman blinked. "No."
"Yes, yes, I have!" Christine suddenly cried out, clasping her hands together. "Weren't you a munchkin in Munchkinland? Yeah! Your name was Madame Giry!"
"Of course, not. Don't be ridiculous."
"But you even thanked me for," She bit her lip, "Accidentally killing the Wicked Witch of the East!"
The black-haired woman sighed, muttering, "We ran short of characters." She explained quietly.
"Oh..."
"Anyway, didn't you read the sign?"
"What sign?" Richard raised an eyebrow, searching the walls for a nonexistent sign.
"Ugh! Stupid Ozians!" She slammed the window shut, only to return to pin a sign on the wall. She quickly shut the window again.
"Bell is out of order. Please knock." Raoul read, "Oh! All right!"
"But how did she hear the bell to begin with?" Richard wondered, frustrated.
"What bell?" Christine questioned, staring at the tin man.
"The bell that you rang just a few minutes ago!" The tin man exclaimed, dropping his jaw, bewildered that someone could be so dense.
"But the sign says that the bell is out of order." The girl replied, pointing her little finger to the messy sign hanging on the wall.
Raoul nodded in agreement, while Moncharmin ran in circles, desperately attempting to escape his tail.
"I know that but you rang it anyway, and it was working!" He informed her.
Raoul once again nodded in agreement.
"But how could I?" Christine emitted an agitated sigh, "It says that the doorbell wasn't working. I couldn't have rang the door bell if it's out of order!"
Raoul continued to nod.
"What are you doing?!" Richard turned to him, irritated.
"No brain, remember?" The poor scarecrow pointed out. "I can't make up my mind – well, I can't make up my mind because I don't have a mind because I don't have a brain so I can't make up my mind –"
"I get it." The tin man said dully.
Christine quickly rapped her knuckles on the door, causing Madame Giry to pop her head back out, with a grim smile.
"How may I help you?" She asked listlessly.
"We want to see the Phantom!" All four of them exclaimed in unison, pausing to stare at each other.
"Oh! The Phantom? But nobody can see the Great Phantom of Oz! Nobody's ever seen the Great Phantom of Oz!" The woman reported to them.
"Then how do you know he's real?"
"Because I've seen him!"
"I thought you said that no one had ever seen him!" Christine placed her hands on her hips.
"No one has except me. I bring him whatever he wishes and report news to him every so often." Madame Giry said.
"Can we see him, please?" Moncharmin inquired hopefully, throwing a paranoid glance at his tail occasionally.
"No, you're wasting my time." She scolded them, getting ready to slam the window shut again.
"But the Good Witch of the North sent me!" Christine cried.
"Meg sent you? Stupid child." Madame Giry muttered, "Prove it."
"She's wearing the ruby slippers!" Raoul exclaimed, grabbing Madame Giry by the arm and pulling her out of the window down to look at the shoes. She plummeted to the ground with a loud 'thump', the window shutting behind her.
"Oh, so she is." The woman rubbed her head, glaring at Raoul. "I'd let you in, but since you pulled me out, I am no longer able to."
"Oops."
After several minutes of banging continuously on the door, an Ozian poked his head through the window.
"What are you doing out there?" He asked the fuming Madame Giry.
"This brainless idiot pulled me out of the window!" She answered angrily, pointing an accusing finger at Raoul.
Raoul sniffled, shuffling his feet. "It's not my fault that I don't have a brain... That's why I'm here to see the Phantom."
The woman frowned.
"How do I know this isn't just a trick to get into the Onyx City?" The man raised an eyebrow.
"Hey! You're Piangi – that fat munchkin from Munchkinland! Are munchkins invading the Onyx City?" Christine pondered, staring at him blankly.
"I'm not fat..." He sniffed, but soon stuffed a chicken leg in his mouth. "Short of characters."
"Oh."
Madame Giry rolled her eyes.
Raoul brightened up, an idea coming to him. "It's not a trick! Look! She's wearing the ruby slippers that Meg, the Good Witch of the North gave her!" He said happily, attempting to pull Piangi out to look at Christine's feet.
But instead of him plunging to the ground, he couldn't fit through the window.
"Ouch... I'm stuck." He winced, frowning. "I'M STUCK!! AHHHHHHHH! I'M STUCK! SOMEBODY HELP! AHHHH! I'M STUCK!"
Everyone blinked as he threw about his arms, screaming and sobbing. Suddenly, the door came ajar, a munchkin peering out.
The girl cried with joy. "Hi, I'm Christine!! What's your name?"
The munchkin stared at her, before slowly replying, "Boq..." He scratched his dark brown hair. Looking at Piangi, he frowned. "What happened?"
"What are you talking about?" Raoul said innocently, giving a weak smile.
"We need to come in to see the Phantom immediately!" Richard cried out, taking a step forward.
"Um... I don't know if I can let you in."
"The Good Witch of the North sent us!" The scarecrow added, reaching to grab the munchkin.
Moncharmin jumped on Raoul before he could get a hold of Boq and haul him out there, too.
"Oh!" Boq exclaimed, opening the door wide. "In that case, come on in!"
Getting up from the ground, Raoul beamed, dusting off himself and the lion. They entered the Onyx City, instantly being thrust into darkness. It wasn't pitch black, but it was extremely close.
"Now, can you take us to see the Phantom?" Richard pleaded.
"The Phantom?" Boq echoed, wrinkling his nose. "Um... well, wouldn't you like to tidy up a bit first?"
"Oh, yes!" Christine agreed breathlessly, pushing various stray blonde curls from her flushed face.
"Follow me!" The munchkin said, bringing them away from the door, in which numerous munchkins and Ozians were attempting to pull Piangi out of the window.
"One, two... THREE!" One shouted, as they all pulled with their might.
"Can I have something to eat?" Piangi whined.
"NO!" They all shouted furiously.
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Boq led the four friends to a predictably black building, where an unexpected pink and green sign hung.
"There ya go!" He smiled, before leaving them. "I'll be back!" He said, sounding a lot like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"Hello?" Raoul shouted, cupping his mouth with his straw hands.
"Coming!" A perky voice replied.
After a few moments of waiting, a girl with a white shirt flounced into the room. Her green-blue eyes sparkled with playfulness as she approached them. Curtseying, she put a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"We've been sent here to tidy up!" Christine informed her, motioning towards her companions.
"Of course!" The bubbly girl exclaimed, smiling. "Jessica, come in here! We have work to do!" She yelled into the backroom.
Another girl stumbled into the front room, tripping over a loose board and knocking over a green lamp that had a pink shade. Jumping up from off the ground, she began to wipe her blue sundress off, blowing a brown curl from her face. Looking the four people over with her gray-blue eyes, she grimaced.
"We have a lot of work to do!" Jessica wrinkled her nose.
"That's not very nice!" Erica furrowed her brow.
"I know."
"Anyway, let's get you guys freshened up! I'll take you and you!" The blonde pointed to Christine and Moncharmin. "Jessica will be tending to you two." She happily informed Richard and Raoul before leading the Parisian and the lion elsewhere.
"Oh, goody." Richard said sarcastically.
"I'm just as thrilled." The brunette returned his sarcasm.
After about a half an hour, Richard and Raoul were finished. An hour later, Christine and Moncharmin emerged.
"Took you long you enough!" The tin man shouted, rolling his eyes as he saw the other two come out. He had only needed to be polished and oiled. Raoul had needed a desperate straw trim.
Christine was now dressed in a light pink dress, her hair neatly piled onto of her head in a mass of golden curls. She was beaming as she neared the door, Moncharmin at her heels. He looked refreshed as well, and a pink... bow sat on top of his head.
Richard stifled a laugh. "Nice bow, Moncharmin."
"Thank you. I feel rather pretty... Oh, so pretty... I feel pretty and witty and gay!!"
Clearing his throat, the tin man inched away from Moncharmin as he made his way to the door.
"Now, you need a pink shirt, Mr. Scarecrow!" Erica giggled.
"No, you need a green one!" Jessica objected.
"Pink!"
"Green!"
"Pink!"
"Green!"
"Actually," Raoul cut off their bickering, "I would like a blue one, please."
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"Ouch!" The scarecrow whimpered as he was thrown out of the shop. "Geez, all I wanted was a blue shirt."
Boq approached him, a perplexed look on his face. "Why are you out here?"
"I got thrown out."
"Why?"
"Do they have a prejudice against the color blue?"
Before the munchkin could answer, the remaining three travelers exited the store, Moncharmin assuring himself that the bow was still in his fur.
"Hi, Boq!!" The brunette called from inside.
Waving, the munchkin smiled.
"You're very popular down here!" Christine complimented him blissfully.
"Thank you." He blushed. "Now, you wanted to see the Phantom?"
"Yep!" She replied ecstatically.
Boq led them a large building where they could only assume the great and powerful Phantom lived. He waved and left them there. Moncharmin gulped.
"I think I'll stay out here." He stated, his voice quivering.
"Why?" Christine tilted her head.
"He's just scared." Richard chuckled.
"Well, the Phantom is going to give you some courage!" Raoul declared, patting him reassuringly on the back.
"I'm too scared to ask him." The lion sniffled.
"We'll ask for you!" The girl told him, her cheeks flushing. "For the love of everything that is holy, let's go so I can go home!"
Eyes wide, everyone became silent at her sudden outburst before entering the building. As soon as they stepped into the lair of the Phantom of Oz, they immediately began trembling.
"I am the great and powerful Phantom of Oz!" A lovely male voice boomed.
"Tell me when it's over!" Moncharmin cried, attaching himself to Richard's feet.
"The Angel of Music?" Christine blinked.
Smacking himself, the tin man clenched his teeth. "No! It's the Phantom of Oz!"
Red smoke surrounded them, causing them to cough and wave their arms around. After a few minutes of sputtering out coughs, they were finally able to see.
"Who are you?" The enchanted voice inquired, but was merely met with silence. "WHO ARE YOU?"
The three shove Christine forward, as her eyes search the pitch black for a person.
"I-I... I am Christine Daae. Please, we've come to ask you –"
"SILENCE!" The Phantom yelled, "The Phantom of Oz knows why you have come..."
"Excuse me, but why are you talking in third person?" Raoul asked, annoyed.
"SHUT UP, Fop..." The Phantom growled, "I know why you have come..." He paused. "Tin man, you want a heart, eh?"
Richard nodded vigorously.
"And, fop, you want a brain, eh?"
Raoul grinned meekly.
"And, lion, you want courage, eh?"
Moncharmin fainted.
"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Christine shrieked, resting the lion's head on her knee, "Scaring the poor lion like this when he came to you for help..."
"My dear, I have every intention of granting your wishes..." The voice became gentler, causing Christine to stand and drop Moncharmin's head to the floor.
"That voice..." She whispered, her voice filled with elation, "It was meant for opera, not Oz music..."
"But first, you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a very small task." The bodiless voice informed them.
Christine shivered, as well as everyone else. The voice was full of such majesty, such beauty!
"You must bring me the broomstick of that cow – the Witch of the West!" He commanded them.
"B-but we'd have to kill her to do that!" Richard blinked, looking up, deciding that the voice was originating from up there; however, as soon as he believed he had discovered where it was coming from, it would emit from somewhere else.
"Nothing gets by you, does it?" The Phantom muttered, exasperated, but soon raising his volume. "If you get that for me, then I shall grant your requests!"
"But –" Raoul protested.
"GO!"
Everyone scurried for the door, except Christine.
"Christine," The scarecrow hissed, "I think he wants us to go!"
The girl stared out into the darkness out nothing. "Excuse me, Mr. Phantom?" She questioned.
A sigh.
"Yes, my dear?"
"Do you sing opera?"
Grabbing her by the arm, Richard dragged her from the building.
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Erik plopped down in his black throne, lighting a small candle. The girl was quite beautiful; her voice was rather lovely, too. And she had mentioned opera? Running his hand over his masked face, he remembered that he'd heard her say something concerning the Angel of Music. Mentally reminding himself that she was from Paris, he decided that he would unquestionably follow her once he sent her home. Erik smirked, emitting a deep chuckle. This was definitely his day. He had found a beautiful girl who evidently enjoyed opera, and he was getting others to rid him of that toad.
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Yes, those two girls who were 'tidying them up' were my phriend, Jessica and I. (Smiles) what? We had to make a small appearance – just having some fun (winks). R&R, please!