A/N- Sorry this took so long. I was hauled off to the beach and the only computer there was my dad's work one and the hotels. But, everyone was on the hotel's one. I even used it to check in with Fanfiction. I felt like I was spying on myself…For some reason. Anyway, thanks to the new reviewers and on with the show!
Chapter Eight: The Last Midnight
Authoress: Will everyone please shut up!
Meg: Why should we listen to you? (Points at Erik) You're as demented as him! (Goes all dreamy eyed and stupid like she's been hit by a tranquilizer) But, not as sexy!
Erik: (nervous laugh) Uh… (Squeaky voice) Help me…
Authoress: Way ahead of you! (Smacks Meg on the back of her head) Ha, I win!
Meg: You ruined my hair! DIE! (Punches Authoress)
Raoul: Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!
Erik: Why are they fighting, this is…(Looks at Raoul) I feel the need to hit you. (He does)
Raoul: (Rubbing the back of his head) Owww….Owww…Owww… (Turns to Erik and points) You!
Erik: Bring it on Foppy!
Raoul: (Does "Karate Kid" pose) It's already been brung!...Crap…
(Erik throws his Punjab at Raoul who cleverly, yes cleverly, does the matrix move to dodge it)
Erik: Awesome…I mean damn.
(Raoul pulls the Punjab away from him and throws it on the ground. He then proceeds to run up to Erik and they cat fight)
Christine: This is ridiculous, isn't it Carlotta…Carlotta?
Carlotta: You stole myee part!
Christine: (sigh) Oh, get over-
Random Bell: DING!
(Carlotta body slams Christine as the Crocodile Hunter poses as the referee, counting how many seconds Christine is pinned)
Christine: Carlotta…I…can't…breathe!
Carlotta: Maybe now you won't sing!
Christine: Mep!
A Half an hour later…the elevator looks like World War 3 struck inside it and everyone is growing tired as their punches and cat fighting get more pathetic and prissy…Wait. Isn't cat fighting already pathetic and prissy? I don't wanna get technical, but don't you think-
Erik: (Folding his arms and tapping his foot, impatiently) Are you done?
Uhhh…sorry, bout that…go on.
Authoress: (panting) This is pointless…
(A giant bubble forms around her as she floats out of the elevator. Meg, not noticing her opponent's absence, head butts the wall)
Meg: (foaming at the mouth) DIE! Wait, she's gone… (Breaks into song) Good news! She's dead! The witch of the west is-
Carlotta: (Holding Christine in a headlock) Where deed she go?
Christine: Msjifhiujghujuii….
Carlotta and Meg: What?
Christine: Look at the buttons on the elevator!
(Erik refrains from his intense thumb war with Raoul to look at them.)
Erik: Are those…pictures?
Raoul: (suddenly noticing them) AHA! (Runs over and presses the one with the tree on it) Womping Willow!
(The elevator stops and opens to reveal a forest)
C.H. (A la Charlie on Lost) Where are we?
TO BE CONTINUED…..