Demon of the Opera
Introduction by Special Guest Khettle ( dun dun dun… )
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It was dark.
Very dark.
So dark if you held out your hand in front of your face you would not be able to tell it was there. Or feel it. It was pretty cold, too.
Very cold.
Colder than the ninth circle of hell.
Yeeeeah, pretty dreary.
But wait!
What ho!
Is that…is that a light you espy?
It is!
And it's…mottled!
And…you hear a MOO!
What complete nonsense, there are NO cows in this area you need to get your sight and hearing checked! Anyway, I shall tell you about the tale of a phantom who haunts this opera house…
…
What? You see a light? Where?
I don't see anything you need your eyes…checked…
…
The light…it swings…preettttyyy---KJGHAKJHBJAKGBAJ
Soon the narrator could be found lying on the ground with stars and birds floating in circles above his head, a small girl dressed in a cute widdle cow costume holding a lantern and a staff in her hands, standing beside the unconscious man and gave a huff. "Hmph! Try to keep me away from my job eh? Well that just goes to show how tough little chibi people in cow costumes can be! Rawr!"
She coughed.
"Now…" She slowly turned to the now shaken audience, a little glint in her eye as she took out a flashlight and turned off the electric lamp, everything pitch black for a moment before she turned the flashlight back on and directed it up, holding directly below her face as evil laughter suddenly filled the area, cold, chilling shudders felt by all who were there.
"Teeheehee…Hello there peoples! I shall be your guide and your narrator for this little story…" The lights suddenly flickered as flashes of masks and roses could be seen around the room, several female audience members clutching to the arms of their male partners, which apparently the guys did not seem to mind much.
"Tonight you shall witness a story filled with romance!" She waved her arm to her left as a spotlight hit a panel on the wall to show silhouettes of two people hugging close to each other. "Action!" She waved her other arm to the right as another spotlight hit a panel on the opposite wall to show two silhouettes in duel. "Some comedy!" She returned to the right as a third spotlight hits a panel below the first, revealing again two silhouettes, though one was hitting the other with what looks to be a boulder. "Mystery!" She returned to the right, a fourth spotlight lighting up a silhouette that looked like Sherlock Holmes. "And most of all…angst!" With a wicked grin the whole top of the stage is lit up as she raised both of her arms, a large silhouette of obviously the phantom holding a withering rose and a picture of who they could assume as the heroine propped in front.
The child in the cow costume looked around the audience, the grin still on her face. "Are you still willing to watch? Will you be able to stay in your seat and not leave until the intermission?"
Suddenly they could hear a rather loud "PSSSTTTTTTTT HURRY IT UP!" from backstage.
With a slight twitch, her staff suddenly faced the direction from which the voice came from, the end uncapping to reveal a missile launcher. The sound of it charging up could be heard, as well as scrambling of feet, though it was obviously to no avail as the missile was fired, the loud explosion reverberating throughout the opera house as well as crashing and screams.
Silence.
She coughed again.
"Ahem…Now…" Dramatic dark music suddenly played as the spotlights turned to focus on the cow costumed strange girl. "I, Khettle, shall let you all behold the story which has been translated, versionated, and even made into a movie that the author has yet to seen and I will get her to see!"
The lights started to dim once more and soon the only thing visible was Khettle's lone flashlight shining on her face in that supposed to be creepy horror story telling way.
"Ladies and gentlemen…dragons and yokai…I present to you Laenavesse's twelfth Dragon Knights fanfic, THE DEMON OF THE OPERA!"
Screams could be heard from the easily frightened girls of the audience (Was that also a guy screaming? Nah.) as she flicked the flashlight off, though not before she started to laugh a creepy maniacal laugh, soon accompanied by another more sinister one as the theme of the famous Phantom of the Opera melody filled the auditorium, slowly drowning out the laughter as it too started to fade and soon the opera house could be seen empty, old and withered, the audience vanished. On the stage sat a mask and a rose on a chair in the center and through the cracked ceiling snow could be seen slowly drifting through.
The show had suddenly begun.