Madness Included Inside!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that is Phantom of the Opera.
"And through this exclusive offer, you too can own the newest collectible item from 'Punjab Play'…the real leather case that holds not one, not two, but THREE Punjabi!" The cheesy announcer guy told Erik through the T.V. Erik sighed, thinking once again about Christine. He tried not to be too angry at himself, after all, he did let her go…but he couldn't help beating himself up…I mean, he had that ignorant pansy Roaul in his death-smelling hands! But no-oo-oo. He had to listen to Christine's enchanting singing, which really shouldn't have been all that enchanting to him, since he did teach her everything she knew. But, he ruffled his feathers a little; he is quite enchanting, if he was willing to toot his own horn. And he was. Even though he didn't own a car that was equipped with a horn, so really the term "tooting his own horn" didn't count for him…but this is my fanfic, so if I say he suddenly has a car with a horn, he does. Anyway, back to the situation at hand. The guy on T.V. who was fat and bald and had a strange moustache that looked like a caterpillar on drugs…umm, actually, I believe it was a caterpillar on drugs, because it would wiggle around and it just looked…like a caterpillar…hmm…what kind of T.V. announcer puts a caterpillar on crack on his upper lip? Just doesn't make sense. But really, does anything make sense?
And I just looked at this paragraph and realized how long it is…hee. Oh well.
So there was Erik, thinking back on Christine and foul Roaul, when suddenly the Crack Caterpillar Guy On T.V. stood stock still…then said something that even Erik shivered in horror at. Actually, especially Erik, since the message was meant especially for him.
"The phangirls strike at midnight, Erik. Beware, Erik. We all will come, Erik." And as suddenly as the man had been struck with this act of strangeness, he melted back into his so-called normal self, talking more about Punjab something-or-another. It was like it never even happened…
Erik shuddered and sat down heavily on his organ seat. Or is it an organ bench? Hmm…
As the Phantom of the Opera thought about whether what just happened was reality or not, something even more chilling happened. The newly installed coo-coo-clock he had struck the half-hour mark. Erik quickly glanced at the hour hand.
Eleven. Which meant it was Eleven-thirty. Which meant he had exactly thirty minutes to pack all his essentials and favorite weapons and hightail it out of his Lair.
Now maybe you are wondering why the Phantom of the Opera-THE Phantom of THE Opera is scared of a bunch of Phangirls.
And here's the explanation. I think. Not too sure, I'm only going on what my camera is saying, and it doesn't have very good range, so nothing is for certain.
See, Phantom (or Erik, as us phans more affectionately call him) knows about Phanphiction. And he has read it. And therefore, he is terrified.
And I like cupcakes. With little Phantom mask's on them in green icing.
But that is again, aside the point. If there IS a point. I think there is, but I'm not sure. See, I just start writing, and it all just flows from my fingers to these keys on my computer, and onto a file on my computer. And then other stuff happens. And then people read it, and most come at me with pointy sticks. But that is aside from the point that is aside from the point, so we'll get back to the Point That Is Not. And that is this-there is no brain taking part of writing this story.
So here we see Erik, still sitting on his organ seat/bench, shaking, making a mental list of what he needs to pack.
"I must start!" he cried, jumping up.
And then came the knock.
Yes, I know, hilarious, right? Actually, not. It hasn't really begun yet. BUT IT WILL! AND THAT MEANS IT SHALL!