Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or the Sims.
A/N: I would really like to get on with the story so I will just thank all that reviewed. Oh yes! And Onashii I believe I took that test too and coincidentally I got the same result. XD Now onto the next chapter.
Erik vs. The Sims
Erik walked to Nadir's through alleyways and such as to avoid contact with any fangirls. He knocked on the door prying off one particular clingy fangirl. Nadir opened the door and looked at the girl. "Need help?"
"No, I'm good." Erik answered. Nadir shrugged and turned around to go back into the house but left the door open for Erik. As he walked back into the house he heard a feminine scream and Erik mumble, "Stupid movie fangirls." Nadir through a glance over his shoulder at the now fangirl-less Erik putting his mask back on.
With a sigh Erik entered the flat and closed the door. "So far today has not been a great day! I keep running into those blasted contraptions!" Erik exclaimed with annoyance, although there was a slight smile on his lips from Raoul's quiz result.
"Care to elaborate as to what these so-called 'blasted contraptions' are?" Nadir asked.
"Computers!" Erik shouted throwing his arms in the air. "I'd like to Punjab the man who created them!"
"Speaking of computers…" Nadir just walked off into a room.
"Where is he going? I'm not done ranting." Groaned Erik then followed the daroga. When he entered the room he spotted another one of the dreaded machines that he had come to so hate. But it did not seem that he was on the Internet. "What, may I ask, are you doing?"
"I'm playing a game called The Sims." Nadir answered. For a while Erik watched him make the little pixel people live their lives, it wasn't very interesting to say the least. Nadir could tell he was boring poor Erik. "You want to try?"
Erik looked at the screen for a moment pondering whether to try or not. Eventually he said, "Sure." And settled himself in the computer chair after Nadir got up.
For a while Nadir watched bored but then left Erik to play the game alone. The rest of the day was normal and woke up the next morning to go and check on his e-mail. When he did he almost died of shock when he walked into the computer room and saw Erik sitting happily in the chair.
"I didn't here you come back in this morning!" Nadir exclaimed, as he held his heart that was steadily slowing down back to normal.
"Come back?" Erik asked, spinning around. "I didn't leave!" Nadir stared at the masked man in disbelief. "Through the course of the night I have discovered that you can kill these people! There are so many ways! Starving them, setting them on fire, drowning them! It's great!" He paused for a moment in thought. "There is also this questionable pink bed that allows these pixels to-" But he was cut off by Nadir.
"Er… yeah…" Nadir said, staring at Erik oddly. "Shouldn't you be going back to the opera house soon? I don't think it's healthy to play Sims for that long…"
"But it's the perfect game!"
"Time to go, Erik…" Nadir said approaching Erik.
"No!" Erik protested in a childish manner and kept playing.
Nadir sighed. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this but…" Nadir went to the tower and took out the disk then turned off the computer's power.
"NO!" Erik cried despairingly. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the Persian. "I could just as easily take that disk from you and turn the computer on again."
"Not if I do this." And with that Nadir dropped the disk on the floor and backed up the rolling chair over the disk, thus breaking the game.
Erik looked at the disk with large eyes, which soon became angry and somewhat teary. "You're going to hell for that!" Erik got up and left Nadir's flat without a word of goodbye and stalked back to the opera house.