Raoul fiercely glided into the classroom, grumbling angrily. Who came up with the bright idea to send him to substitute teach for a bratty eighth-grade math class?

The authoress waved at Raoul from the ending sequence back in Chapter 5.

The class was chatting rather loudly. Wonderful. He had heard nothing but horrors about this class. Apparently, through some freak coincidence, they were all gifted with magical powers. They were also intensely hormonal and enjoyed throwing things at people.

Well, perhaps Raoul could corrupt them even more, since he had just gotten back from a rather terrible EC fic where he was constantly evil and thus felt like corrupting.

Half of the class fell silent when Raoul walked to the whiteboard. This, Raoul was distressed and horrified to see, was because half the class were females wearing black hats with the letters "RxE" stitched onto them in white thread. They also wore black shirts with what appeared to be his and Erik's picture emblazoned on them in a heart.

"Who invited YOU people?" Raoul said angrily.

The one who seemed to be their leader spoke up. "Well, the Goddess of All POTO Phanfiction sent us here because she said we needed an edjamacation. And because we kept caroling 'Malchik Gay' in her ear while she was trying to be godly."

"And who," Raoul started, "is the Goddess of All POTO Phanfiction?"

"Satine."

Raoul blinked.

"But she's from an entirely different musical. And her name sounds like a soup cracker."

"Yes, well…" The leader fidgeted.

Raoul groaned. "Any other fanfiction groups I should know about in here?"

Two girls in the back slowly stood up. They too were wearing shirts, but they said "Christine iz t3h sux0rz" and had a crude picture of Christine with an axe over her head on them.

"And who might you two be?" he asked roughly.

"W-We're the ErikOC Club, sir…" one said quietly. Raoul was surprised.

"Why aren't there more of you? There's like, thousands, aren't there?"

"Yes, but when the Goddess came to get us, we all ran away. And…um… we were the slowest."

Raoul groaned much more, then grabbed a dry-erase marker from an undisclosed location.

"Alright, let's get started. Who knows what a pink elephant is, and how to kill one?"

Nobody raised their hand.

"Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair! Down we plunge – "

Meg whacked Erik in the back of the head.

"And no singing!"

"Sorry."

Christine giggled as Erik rubbed the back of his head. They were traveling down the slimy corridor that connected Box Four with the previously unmentioned Dungeon O' Secrecy. Seeing as the last person who had used it was a female Erik Mary-Sue who only went down once to shag some loser masquerading as Erik, it was filthy.

"How do you know this Master person is down here?" Erik asked.

"Well, it's obvious." Meg said huffily.

"She's right, Erik. If you don't know, we're not telling you." Christine giggled again, as Erik looked angry and confused.

"But – wah – adda – wibba - " Erik stuttered.

"Shush, Erik. Something's coming." Meg whispered. There was a heavy thudding coming down the hallway. She crouched down behind a thick stone column, and motioned for them and the previously unnoticed Binky to imitate her. Erik and Christine managed well, but seeing as Binky was extremely large and rather fat, he had to masquerade as a water fountain. Luckily, Binky was part camel and could spit water at will.

The heavy thudding grew louder, and a light grew closer to the corridor. A man emerged from the dark hallways, clutching a lantern. He was rather short, despite the thick black platform boots that pushed his height up a good 5 inches. He had long black hair, pale skin, and shining blue eyes. He was also (to Meg and Christine's girlish delight) shirtless.

"Who is it? Gina, if you're going to try to kill me again…" he started, but was interrupted by a young woman coming down and tapping him on the shoulder. She was the same height, but quite a bit younger. She had shoulder-length blonde hair with bangs, and green eyes covered by oval eyeglasses that were crooked. She was dressed in a long red Oriental-style silk robe. The man jumped slightly, and Meg stifled a giggle.

"What is it? Is it the Gina clones again? Should I get the flail?" she asked worriedly.

"I don't know…I don't see anything…" he responded in a whisper. The man walked down the corridor, reaching Binky. The pink elephant began to sweat profusely, but this went unnoticed by the man.

"What is it?"

"Just a pink elephant fountain," he responded.

"Oh, alright then."

"Let's go back to bed."

"Yeah, I'm sleepy."

Meg and Christine exchanged a glance with each other, and watched as the couple went back down the hallway. As soon as they were out of sight, the two girls burst into giggles. Erik looked at them scoldingly.

"Wasn't that the authoress?" he asked.

"No, no, of course not. She's far too cultured and shit to do an SI." Christine said, looking up at their omnipresent writer, expecting an answer.

The authoress coughed.

"Erm…yeah. Too…cultured," she said nervously, and hastily changed the subject.

"Let's continue." Binky said, and everybody concurred.

They walked down the slimy passageways, until halfway through, Erik and Christine stopped.

"What is it?" Meg asked, turning around.

"Come what may! Come what may! I will love you, until my dying day! Come what may! Come what may! I will love you, until my dying day!" they sang, causing Meg and poor, long-suffering Binky to stare at them.

"What was THAT all about?" Meg asked.

"Quota." Christine replied promptly.

"Oh."

And they continued onward. Along the way, they had several misadventures with some Martians, a go-go dancer, and Hamlet that weren't really worth describing. Well, except for the Hamlet bit, where they just waited for Hamlet to die of air deprivation during one of his long soliloquies.

"What a horrible adventure with that ham demon." Meg said nonchalantly. The other three nodded in agreement.

"Now what?" Binky asked.

"We camp. I'm bloody tired." With that, Meg whipped out 2 tents, a campfire, 4 sleeping bags (one overlarge for Binky), and some yummy, yummy campfire sausages.

Everybody stared at Meg.

"How the hell did you DO that?" Erik asked, incredulous.

"I don't know." Meg shrugged. Everyone accepted this answer, and started making sausages.