Chapter 2
Erik's Lair, or is it?
As Hermia and Erik entered the lair they found Tom Snout the Tinker and Nick Bottom the Weaver, on the ground. When Snout looked up he saw Hermia looking at him questionably he shouted,
"You promised not to tell, you traitor!"
"But-" Bottom started butbefore he could finishSnout slapped him across the face and stormed out of the lair so angrily that even the Phantom took one step back. Bottom meandered his way out of the lair, slightly in pain and left what they were working on there. Hermia pointed her finger down and Erik shook his head meaning 'no'. Erik carried her to the bed where she may rest a while. Hermia, slightly disgruntled but mostly entranced by this mysterious Phantom, looks over his shoulder to see what the two rude mechanicals were working on,
"Down with the Duke! Join us for the mutiny agains-" was all that the sign said.
Erik looked down questioningly toward his stolen maiden and she shrugged and sighed apologetically. The Phantom brushed this minor detail off and whisked Hermia to his lair and found something different and suprising in his bed. Erik found a faerie-type creature (Titania) and a tailor (Robin Starveling) apparently fondling each other in his own bed. At first he was outraged but before he could say anything, Robin Starveling started to bark at him viciously.
"Do you mind a little privacy? PLEASE!" He shouted.
Hermia tried to come up with an explaination while tongue tied, "Eh Abla Elba Watha ne?" (What the Hell is going on?; Was what she was actually trying to say.)
"Begone!" The Phantom declared angrilyto his univited guests.
"Make us!" Titania taunted.
"I will!" Erik told them.
"Do it then!" Robin teased.
"Grrrr! Get out or I'll-" Erik threatened. He pulled out a long rope with a hook at the end. Erik was offering to noose them.
Everyone stopped and turned around to see what that weird splooshing noise was behind them in the underground lake. It was two men trudging through, one of them much taller than the other and looked like he was going to strangle him. The smaller, more royal and pudgy one was trying to get away from the bigger one. When the two of them came into better view it was apparently Peter Quince the Carpenter and Theseus the Duke. As they came closer, everyone could hear a faint "HELP!" being screeched from the Duke's mouth. When they got closer, Quince then grabbed the wailing Theseus by the collar and threw him half-heartedly to the ground. Then stepped back woozily.
"Quince-y?" Titania called.
"Uh-huh." Peter Quince grunted back.
"Quince, what in Pam's name are you doing?" Robin Starveling inquired.
"Beating up this-!" he paused, hiccuped and blinked each eye, "This BAS-tar-tar-tard." Quince then pointed next to Theseus.
"I swear, I've done nothing!" The poor duke whimpered.
"Have you been drinking again, Peter?" Robin demanded.
"Unly a little... bit." He then hiccuped and fell backwards on to his butt and started laughing.
"My goodness, he's three sheets to the wind!" Hermia exclaimed.
"What goodness?" Quince chortled.
"Hmph!" Hermia snorted at Quince.
"I-" Erik started but didn't have time to finish for right behind him, there was a band of modern, raving, rabid, "phan" girls ready to take whatever he had (including him) and weren't afraid of any noosing the Phantom had to offer. Why, they would've of been delighted.
In a blink, Erik was rowing himself out of there on his gondola.
"I'll be back for you, fair maiden!" Erik shouted.
"W-wait!" She stammered.
"Come back 'ere girlies! Quincey can love ya too!" Quince yelled and wobbled after them while laughing.
"Where did those girls come from?" Hermia wondered aloud.
"Who knows?" Robin Starveling stated
"Who cares?" Titania exclaimed.
A/N: Hello, everyone! I hope you liked chapter 2! It took me a while to come back and write it! Please R/R and enjoy chapter 3 (once I write it)! Also, the Pam thing is an inside joke.
