Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, or their films. They are Disney's. I also don't own the Little Shop of Horrors.
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Okay, Milo. It's your first day. Just stay cool and make a good impression, yeah?
Milo Thatch looked up at the tall building before him and held his breath as he walked towards the door, trying to keep calm. He walked through the huge doors and pulled out the piece of paper that had been sent to him in the mail. Boys' Dormitory C: 1st floor. He looked up the stairs, and started to walk up them. He walked into what seemed to be the common room, and found a group of teenagers around his age. He walked over to them, pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat. Them all looked around at him and waited for him to speak.
"Urmm, hi," Milo said, shyly. "I'm new here," Oh, yeah, state the obvious, stupid. Milo felt himself blush. "I'm Milo," He choked out.
"Hello, Milo," Pocahontas said, doing her native-american wave. "I am Pocahontas, and this is Aladdin, Jasmine, Megara, Belle and Esmeralda," She said, pointing to each of her friends in turn.
Esmeralda laughed "We can introduce ourselves, Pocahontas," She laughed playfully, while Pocahontas smiled her.
"Are you in our dorm?" Aladdin asked, ignoring the girls.
"Boys' Dormatory C: 1st floor." Milo quoted, hoping Aladdin would tell him they were together.
"Yeah, same as me," Aladdin smiled. Milo sighed in relief and smiled shyly. "Come on, lets take your bag up." He said, standing up and heading towards the dorms. Milo followed, and they walked into the dormatory with the big letter 'c' on it. Simple enough. "Herc! Quasi! Wake up! We've got a new room mate!" Aladdin shouted happily, then laughing at the moans from his friends. Quasimodo sat up and looked around the room for the new face. He spotted the lanky boy with the very round glasses and pressed himself against the wall. He hoped Milo wasn't prejudice.
"Herc, seriously, get up." Aladdin said, walking over and pulling the covers off the Greek, who opened his eyes and frowned.
"Okay. I'm awake."
"Guys, this is Milo." Aladdin said, patting Milo on the shoulder. "Milo, this is Quasimodo and Hercules." Milo smiled at the boys, and tried not to stare at Hercules' buff-ness.
"Hi," Quasi mumbled, still not taking himself away from the wall. Aladdin looked him in the eye and raised an eyebrow. Quasi shook his head; Aladdin rolled his eyes. "Come on, Herc, shall we take Milo on a tour around the school? Maybe we can stop and get some breakfast on the way?" Aladdin asked Hercules who was halfway through tying his sandals, deciding to leave Quasimodo to be on his own.
"Sure," Hercules said, standing up and together they walked back into the hallway and out of the common room.
Twenty minutes later they were walking down by the kitchens and the food court. Aladdin gestured to each door as they walked past, "The kitchens are in there, and here is the Canteen." He stopped at the blue double doors, and pulled them open revealing a huge, white-walled room. There was lots of lunch tables all over the room, and a serving area at the end. There weren't many students in here this morning, and the ones that were there were sat around in groups, or sat on their own, reading, or sipping their cups of morning coffee. "Come on, lets eat," Aladdin said walking towards the serving area.
"Morning, Chef Louis!" Hercules said, happily, holding out a plate for the Frenchman. His smile quickly faded, however, when a pile of sloppy porridge was slapped onto his plate.
"Bon Appetite" The Chef said, frowning at Hercules. Milo watched and put his plate down; something told him he wasn't going to be enjoying the food. After finding something slightly edible they sat down at an empty table. About five minutes passed of silence (apart from Hercules' attempt at conversation; ''), then the were joined by a very happy Clopin.
"Bonjour, Men Am- Oh, who is this?" He asked, noticing Milo as he sat down. He smiled at the newcomer with an eyebrow raised.
"Milo," Milo answered, a little taken back at the gypsy who had literally just skipped into the room.
"Ah, Milo, Je m'appelle Clopin.Comment ça va?" Clopin asked, obviously loosing himself in French, as he often did.
"Très bien, merci," Milo said smiling. Clopin stopped. No one had ever answered him in French before. Milo grinned. "I speak French fluently," He chuckled. Clopin smiled, then launched into conversation, with his new French buddy. Aladdin and Hercules both rolled their eyes and talked between themselves. About three-quarters of an hour passed, then the four decided to go back to the common room. They were walking back through the canteen when they over heard some first years talking amongst themselves.
"...and now we can find her!" A taller red headed boys spoke in an English accent. He sounded a bit upset and worried.
"Excuse me," Aladdin butted in. The first years all cowered away from him as they always did to older students. "But, who have you lost?"
"Princess Eilonwy(1)," The red headed boy said nervously after the moments silence in which he had tried to find the courage to talk. "She was in her dormitory last night, and now we can't find her."
"And, what did she look like?" Aladdin asked.
"Urmm, quite small, long blonde hair, pale skin..." The boy explained. Just like the girl that died in my dream, Aladdin thought worriedly
"Well, we'll keep an eye out for her... um, what was your name?" Hercules joined the conversation using his 'hero' voice.
"Taran," Taran squeaked, terrified at the muscular ex-god.
"Well, we'll keep an eye out for her, Taran," Hercules finished, flashing the boy a smile, then turning away. Aladdin paused in thought then followed suit.
"What was that all about?" Clopin and Milo asked in sync.
"Oh, nothing," Aladdin lied, "Come on, let's go; it's boiling in here." The others nodded and they finished making there way out of the canteen. On the way to the dormitory they passed a door with Milo found rather interesting.
"Hey, guys, what's in there?" He asked pointing to the ajar door that was giving off a blue-purple glow.
"Oh, just the pantry," Aladdin said, not looking twice at the apparently meaningless door. Clopin, Hercules and Aladdin all walked past, and Milo was about to follow... but curiosity got the best of him.
He opened the door and stepped inside. The whole room was full of that eerie light, and instead of being full of food like normal pantries were, it was completely empty. Milo turned to leave and was just reaching for the door handle, when he heard a small voice mumble something.
"Feed me."
Milo turned around and looked for the source of the noise. Nothing. Just the blue-purple light.
"Feed me." This time the voice was a little louder. Then Milo saw it. In the corner of the room sat a large wardrobe completely immersed in shadow.
"Did you say some thing?" Milo asked the item on furniture, feeling a little stupid. The wardrobe was sort of slumped up against the wall, as if it was tired... or hungry.
"Feed me!" The wardrobe exclaimed, standing up straight. Milo jumped back and tried not to scream, but a little squeak did escape his lips. The wardrobe was dark brown, and was opening anc closing it's bottom drawer as it spoke. The wardrobe laughed and continued to talk. Or rather sing.
"Feed me, Milo,
Feed me all night long."
"How... how do you know my name?" Milo stammered. The wardrobe just laughed again.
"That's right, boy,
You can do it!
Feed me, Milo,
Feed me all night long,
'Cause if you feed me, Milo,
I can grow up big and strong!"
"What? What do you want?" Milo asked, a little louder. But, as usual, the wardrobe just laughed.
"Come on, boy! Feed me and I'll give you anything your greasy little heart desires!" The wardrobe exclaimed, then sung again;
"Would you like a Cadillac car?
Or a guest shot on Jack Paar?
How about a date with Hedy Lamarr?
You gonna git it.
"How would you like to be a big wheel,
Dinin' out for every meal?
I'm the guy that can make it all real,
You gonna git it
"I'm your genie, I'm your friend,
I'm your willing slave,
Take a chance, just feed me and
You know the kinda eats,
The kinda red hot treats,
The kinda sticky licky sweets,
I crave!"
"People," Milo murmered, feeling sick at the thought. "You want me to feed you people."
"Come on, Milo, don't be a putz
Trust me and your life will surely rival King Tut's,
Show a little 'nitiative, work up the guts
And you'll git it."
Milo thought for a minute, then sung himself.
"I don't know. I don't know,
I have so, so many strong reservations,
Should I go and perform mutilations?"
The wardrobe laughed at Milo then continued his persuasion.
"Think about a room at the Ritz,
Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz,
A little nookie gonna clean up your zits,
And you'll git it!"
A smile crept onto Milo's face as he thought.
"Gee I'd like a Harley machine,
Toolin' around like I was James Dean,
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green!"
"So go git it!" The wardrobe insisted.
"If you wanna be profound
And you really gotta justify
Take a breath and look around
A lot of folks deserve to die!"(2)
"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say! I don't know anyone who deserves to die!" Milo said, butting into the song. "Now, I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to find someone else to do this job," He said turning and walking towards the door, hoping he sounded braver than he felt.
"Feed me," the Wardrobe moaned, leaning back against the wall. Milo stopped and sighed.
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Aladdin, Hercules and Clopin, walked through the common room door and made their way over to the others. Quasimodo had joined the group now and they were in happy conversation.
"You've been very quiet all this time, Milo," Hercules commented jokingly. No Answer. "Milo?" Hercules turned around. No Milo. "Um, guys where'd Milo go?" Hercules asked pulling at Clopin's sleeve. Clopin and Aladdin both stopped and turned simultaneously.
"I thought he was following us," Aladdin said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Oui, me too," Clopin agreed.
"You lost him?" Jasmine exclaimed, overhearing and standing up, putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, not so much lost, more misplaced," Aladdin said sheepishly, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Honestly, you're useless, all three of you!" Jasmine scolded, "I can't believe you coul-"
Bang!
The door few open and a confident voice entered the room.
"Ha! Boom baby!" (3)
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A/N: Boom baby, indeed. Well, here's the next chapter, itwas meant to be up last Sunday, but I missed my deadline. Sorry 'bout that, guys.
(1): Princess Eilonwy? You know her, right? From the Black Cauldron? Yeah, it's not a very popular film, but it's still pretty wonderful.
(2): This song is "Feed me (Git It)" from the Little Shop of Horrors. You know the drill; don't know it, youtube it. Just clearing up any confusion there may be; I have NOT written these lyrics. They belong to their rightful owners. So, no suing, thanks.
(3): Guess who! Cyber-cookies to anyone who can guess.
Oh, and guys, Mulan will be in this. So please stop asking or I will have to... Well, I don't know but it'll be something bad, believe me! Also, if you spot any errors, please tell me so I can correct them.
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