Hello, it's Supergirrl, the coauthor of this fic, here to reply to your reviews! Dominique thanks you, and in return, probably won't Punjab you, but I can't guarantee anything.

Kidding, of course.

Not really.

Serey-Sass-I'm glad you like this, and your theory is pretty cool.

Gerikslover-Drama? I've been called a drama queen, but have never actually written drama! The cheesy announcer guy is awesome.

Moriko Csove Doyle- Your name is a real bitch to type out, you know that?

You'll make a wonderful character, I'm sure. Yes, we love tranquilizer guns.

FemmeLoki- You got that right. Dominique may or may not kill you.

She's like Erik, but with PMS, personality-wise.

Mr. Gerard Butler- Yeah, horses! I have horses, and ride them too! Do you do dressage or jumping? The Friesan is definitely allowed.

Insane-Sure, you can be in it. To fully understand the significance of Dominique's cats, you have to read her story, Frai Du Diable. Guinea pigs rock.

Luckii.Jinx-That's a great line, total agreement.

Phantom of the Basket-Yep you're in it. You like it, I assume?

Nanotech- We're glad you like it. Yes, there is danger in the air.

LostBluePhantom-You're in. Christine is a bit abused by writers, I agree.

Halt At X- Another dressage rider, I take it? When you write a parody, nothin is certain…

SpringDaze-The title says it all.

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Rose regained consciousness first.

When she saw that her head was resting on the calf of the still-unconscious Dominique, she gave a little yelp of surprise before jumping away, curling up into the far corner in an attempt to put as much space between her and the deranged Lady Phantom possible.

Outside the small room, all the students were peering anxiously through the small peephole on the door of the room Dominique and Rose were enclosed in. Several had already placed bets over who would live and die, but the rest were more concerned over how they would learn to write if one or more of their teachers were dead.

Meanwhile, Erik sat slumped in his chair as Christine paced through the observation room, ranting about something. Erik couldn't have actually cared less about whatever it was she seemed so concerned about, but he nodded every few seconds and said," Uh-huh., and "I agree completely.", trying to sound like he was actually paying attention.

Christine stopped suddenly, breathing hard, then turned to glare at him. Erik put on his best I-didn't-do-it face, "What's wrong?"

"You just agreed wholeheartedly that I should leave you, marry Raoul, and put Dominique in a convent."

"I did?"

"You also thought that my plan to give you to the phangirls was very 'uh-huh'. Are you listening to me at all?"

"Define listening."

Christine wondered why, exactly, she had ever thought that marrying this guy was a good idea.

Rose was staring at Dominique's unconscious form, waiting for her to wake up and attack. While doing this, however, she noticed that Dominique had very nice hair. It was thick, black and was tied neatly in a tight Madame Giry-esque braid.

You see, Rose liked messing with peoples' hair, and doing weird things to it.

She didn't find it at all odd that one of her major joys in life, aside from writing parodies and making fun of Erik, was playing with the hair of murderous Phantoms.

Her mind working furiously, Rose calculated that Dominique had been hit with four darts, and would stay unconscious for at least fifteen minutes longer. That would give her plenty of time to do some serious hair-messing.

The students watched with horror as the young child crawled over to the unconscious Phantom nearly twice her size, unwound her hair from the braid, and began to tease it into spikes.

Ten Minutes Later

Dominique groaned slightly as she cracked open one eye. Her head was pounding, and she felt like she had a hangover. She tried to remember what had happened the night before. Had she broken into Erik's leftover whiskey stores again?

Wait a second, she could see her hair, pooling on the floor around her head.

Dominique sat up with a start, knocking the small child off of her back. "What the hell were you doing?"

Rose tried to look innocent as she picked herself up off the floor, taking care not to expose any vulnerable body parts to the Lady Phantom.

"Where you playing with my hair?"

"Maybe."

Surprisingly, Dominique did not lunge at her and/or attempt to strangle Rose with her Punjab. Instead, she pulled herself into a cross-legged position.

Rose cocked her head as she asked, "Why do you hate people so much?"

Dominique wordlessly reached up and unfastened her veil, letting it fall to the floor.

Rose screamed.

Christine screamed, since she was watching this through a camera.

The students scream.

Erik struggled against the ropes at his ankles and wrists.

Random people who had magically popped into the story screamed.

Very far away, Paris Hilton screamed for no real reason. She just wanted publicity, and randomly shrieking her head off seemed like a good way to get some.

Sighing, Dominique re-attached her veil, and immediately the screaming stopped. "Does that answer your question?"

Rose, still visibly shaken, nodded. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Is it true that you can imitate anyone's voice?"

Dominique nodded.

"Anyone on Earth?"

Another nod.

"Even me?"

"Yup."

"Do my voice, then."

Dominique grinned evilly, and opened her mouth to sing.

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This is, of course, when the screaming began again.

Okay, actually, only the students/phangirls, Paris Hilton and Erik were screaming. Rose was staring at Dominique like a retarded mosquito stares at a light. She was now sitting.

Erik was screaming because Christine was punishing him for not listening by making him listen to Kidz Bop 11.

…And Paris Hilton was screaming because someone thought she might have been over-dosing from all her pills, alcohol, and cocaine, so they randomly pulled out a pair of shock paddles, attacked her with it, and shouted "CLEAR!"

Christine seemed very proud that her daughter could actually sing something that relatively innocent.

The students were screaming because Dominique was singing something that relatively innocent.

It was very scarring.

But then the pain ended, because she closed her mouth.

Dominique did seem to notice that that the "inconspicuous" screaming in the hallway continued. The sedation of her four darts kept her from instant murderous behavior. But she did uncoil from her sitting position cattishly, stalk over to the door, and throw it open, putting on her best don't-make-me-have-to-kill-you face.

What she didn't know is this would increase the screaming.

And pulling out her jab that is pun didn't help much either.

The Opera Ghostess considered just standing there and letting all the phangirls shriek their girly lungs out until they eventually lost their voices, but then she figured it would take at least half an hour, and she'd go crazy by then.

She put the punjab away. The screaming went down an octave.

She took off her homicidal expression to one of emotionless-ness. The screaming went down another octave.

She attempted to smile. The screaming went up another three octaves. She wiped the smile off her face.

"Calm down," the Lady Phantom ordered. Most of them silenced instantly, except Halt at X and SpringDaze.

SpringDaze was staring unblinkingly at Dominique's head. "Your hair…"

The spawn of the spawn of the devil instantly put her hands on her head. Her jaw dropped.

"One of you little worms had better have a mirror."

All of the phangirls instantly fumbled around their pockets/purses/handbags for a compact. The girl who's name is a real pain to type out (Morko Cservo Dieo or whatever), which we will from now on all Brita, thrusted a small mirror at the girl, then took a considerable amount of paces back.

Actually, everyone took a considerable amount of steps backs.

Dominique lifted up the mirror to see her hair. It was not a pretty sight.

Rose had definitely tried a certain design. Like she'd tried to spike it at first, but then thought she could do something with one spike. It was very poufy at the bottom, then curled up into a spike-ish thing, which tipped over and had a small bun on the end. She had many lose locks of hair, due to the fact she'd thrown Rose off before she could finish.

A Santa hat.

This is, of course, when the sedation decided to wear off.

Dominique turned around, and glared pure, sharpened, poisoned daggers at the small child that was standing again.

Small-and-Doomed's eyes went very large, and she backed herself into her little corner again, making herself as tiny as possible.

Erik, who was watching through the cameras, began cheering his daughter on.

The phangirls, on the other hand, began yelling phrases to stop the deathly rage of the Phantomess.

"Don't kill her! We'll never learn to write, and you'll never figure out where your cats are!" Nanotech yelled, yanking Dominique's arm in an attempt to keep her from committing childslaughter.

"You want to learn to write?" Lady Phantom snarled. "Here's a tip. When writing anything with Cameos, make sure they all hate small children."

Amazingly, everyone took out their notebooks and scribbled that down.

She yanked her arm again. "I won't let you kill her."

It didn't work, and in 3.5 seconds, Nanotech was smashing through three walls.

After that everyone just basically gave up and decided the over-annoying little kid was just not worth it.

Except Halt at X. She rushed past the female and stood in front of the midget.

"I can't let you kill her."

"I wasn't going to kill her. Then I'd never get my cats back. I was going to torture the information out of her, then kill her."

"…I can't let you kill her."

The phangirls were looking back and forth from the arguers. Right now it was Dommi's turn to speak. All eyes were intently on her.

"And why not?"

The eyes went to Halt.

"Because I bet 10 dollars that she would live."

The eyes went back to Dommi.

"I thought you didn't bet!"

Halt.

"I don't, but this was too easy. It was 100-to-1 for Rose's survival. 10 bucks could make me a fortune!"

Dominique ceased conversation by pulling out her punjab and taking a few very dangerous steps forward. This is the part where we mention that Dominique is taller then Halt.

Halt held her ground for a few moments, but then broke under the harsh glare and ran away.

Leaving the little girl unprotected in her corner.

"KILL HER!!!" Erik cheered happily, still tied down to his chair. Christine got up and ran to the door to open it and try and save the kid, but found it was locked. Erik wasn't as stupid as he looked.

"Do something, Shrimpett!" Insane yelled, and the Rose did the only thing she could do to keep herself alive.

She got up very quickly, ran over to Dominique, and hugged her leg.

The phangirls' jaws hit the floor. Except Basket, because she fainted.

Christine's jaw hit the floor. Erik fainted.

A random Mme. Giry clone in the hallway who was watching it through the peephole fainted.

Paris Hilton died. But not because of Rose. Because the pills, drugs, alcohol, and electric shock killed her. But no one really cares.

The person writing this story fainted.

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A/N: Odd place for a cliff-hanger, I know, but hey. That's just me. This is BTR, and due to the rules of sharing a pimpage parody story, I have to write the beginning of the next chapter, too. Eventually you'll be so sick of me that you'll have Supergirrl write everything, but until then, you're stuck with me! Bwahaha!

How will Dommi react? Who will bury Paris Hilton? Why again are we writing this?

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