Well, this chapter is kinda a filler chapter. In the original of this story this was mixed with the Love Never Dies chapter, but since Vegas came AFTER that, this now gets its own chapter. So...Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I not own the Phantom of the Opera or anything in this chapter :)
Interview with the POTO Characters
~Gifts~
"Alright, I have the growing feeling that everyone's not here," Era said as she looked at the three characters in front of her. Christine, Meg, and the Persian all looked at each other.
"I swear Erik was here a minute ago…" Meg said while looking around the office.
"I told you all to be here at this time, where are Erik and Raoul?" Era asked while crossing her arms. A scream was heard outside the office door and they all looked at it.
"…I believe we just found the Vicomte de Chagny," the Persian said with a sigh.
"That's not Raoul! Raoul doesn't have such a high pitched scream," Christine defended. The door to the office suddenly opened as Raoul crawled in terrified before closing the door behind him.
"You stand corrected," Era retored.
"Raoul, what happened?" Christine asked alarmed, ignoring Era's comment.
"That beaver's trying to kill me!" Raoul cried.
"It was eating a pile of leaves," Erik's voice scolded. Everyone looked around at the echoing voice.
"Erik, where are you?" Era asked.
"That's none of your business," Erik replied bitterly.
"How does eating leaves make you think it's trying to kill you?" Meg asked bewildered. "Did Erik eat leaves before trying to kill you?"
"That's offensive," Erik argued.
"It was looking at me, as if it were saying 'You're next'," Raoul exclaimed as he hugged Christine as she knelt beside him.
"…You're pathetic," Era said while shaking her head. "And Erik, get out here, I need you for what we're doing,"
"That's why I'm hiding, I have a bad feeling about this…" Erik mumbled.
"Don't make me count to three,"
"…What?"
"I forgot, your parents probably never taught you that," Era said out loud. "Well, if you don't come out, you won't get your gift,"
"…Gift?" Erik echoed as if it was a foreign word.
"Yes, you have a few," there was a pause before the office door opened and Erik walked in.
"What sort of gifts?" he asked slowly.
"Where the hell were you?" Era asked while raising a brow.
"Answer my question first,"
"It's just a few gifts that people on Fanfiction wanted to give to you and Daroga for your marriage," Era explained.
"No, we're not really married, it was by accident!" Daroga protested.
"It still happened. Besides, aren't you curious as to what you got?" Era asked.
"I am," Erik piped in. The Persian mumbled something under his breath in complaint.
"…Fine…"
"Alright, I'll just get 21 in here-" a sudden burst was heard as the office door slammed open. All the character's turned their heads as a strange girl walking into the room with a dominate look to her. She studied each person in the room before walking over to the Persian and smacking his Astraken cap off his head.
"What the-" the Persian gasped as he went clammering for his hat. The girl then walked over to Raoul and punched him as hard as she could in the nose. Raoul gave a loud cry as he grasped his bleeding nose as Christine tried to help him. Finally the girl squared up to Erik. Erik gave a nervous gulp, but the girl just smiled before pulling him into a hug.
"Good boy," she said while patting his head before releasing him.
"Hey, Dray," Era greeted with a smile while stretching her arms out for a hug. The other girl flinched away.
"I'm allergic to hugs,"
"But you just hugged Erik,"
"I'm allergic to your hugs," Era pouted and Dray rolled her eyes. "Fine," she pulled the girl into a hug.
"Thank you," Era said before pulling away. "Everyone, this is my older sister, Dray,"
"My word, there's two of them!" the Persian gasped as he placed his hat back onto his head.
"She broke my nose!" Raoul cried as Christine tried stopping the bleeding with a handkerchief.
"Impressive," Erik complimented.
"Thank you," Dray said with a smile.
"Why is she here?" Meg asked.
"Because I want her to explain in person her gift to Erik and Daroga," Era said while crossing her arms.
"What? I think it's a good idea," Dray defended.
"You think everything you think of is a good idea," Era retorted.
"Hey, I saw the door open," 21 said as she poked her head through the open doorway of Era's office.
"Yeah, can you bring the presents in, please?" Era asked.
"Sure," 21 said. The girl disappeared for a moment before returning with many boxes in her hands. At her heels were two dogs, one a golden retriever, that immediately went to Erik, and the other a weiner dog, that went straight to the Persian.
"What's with the dogs?" Meg asked.
"They're from Muse," 21 explained as she set the boxes down. "She said that the golden retriever's name is Muse, and the other one's Grace. They also have little shirts in one of these boxes that says 'POTO Rocks!',"
"Interesting," Erik said as he picked the puppy golden retriever up into his arms. The dog looked at him happily and licked Erik's mask, making the phantom chuckled. The Persian looked at Erik before looking down at his own dog. Little Grace waited impatiently, and when Daroga showed no signs of doing anything with it, the dog peeed on his leg.
"GAH!" the Persian cried as he leaped away from the dog.
"Daroga! You're scaring Grace!" Era scolded. The Persian looked from Era to Grace as Grace glared at him menacingly.
"Cute dog," Dray commented while looking at Grace.
"Of course you would like it, you're evil!" Raoul yelled while pointing at Dray.
"This one's from PHLover213," 21 said while handing the Persian a small box. Daroga opened it to reveal a pink rose ornament.
"Wow," Erik said amazed as he looked into the box.
"Do you want it?" the Persian asked.
"Yes," Erik answered as he put Muse down and took the ornament, admiring the way it caught the light at different angles.
"Maybird-Zero got you a violin, Erik," 21 said as she handed Erik said violin. Erik carefully inspected the instrument before accepting it.
"It's in good shape," he commented.
"She also has a painting by Hosein Behzad for the Persian, cause it's a famous Persian painter and all,"
"What painting is it?" Daroga asked.
"I don't know, I'm just the messenger here," 21 picked the large painting up and handed it to the Persian.
"This is heavy!" Daroga said as he quickly set it down.
"I can see who's the wife in the couple," Era commented with a grin. The Persian glared at her.
"And the last present is from…Dray," 21 said with a laugh. She handed the box over to Erik and they all watched intently as he opened it.
"…I don't get it," Erik said as he looked at the gift.
"Is this some strange police joke for me being a retired chief of police, or something?" Daroga asked as he pulled the pair of handcuffs out of the box.
"I don't get it either," Meg said as she looked at the gift.
"Maybe you can explain it to them, Dray," Era said while giving her sister a disapproving look.
"They're for personal use," Dray hinted. "You can use them in your love life,"
"We're not gay!" Daroga exclaimed, finally understanding what they meant.
"I still don't get it," Erik said while taking the handcuffs from the Persian and examining them, "They're regular handcuffs, more advanced, nothing special about them,"
"They're very…kinky," Era tried.
"Kinky?"
"To put it simple, it's make 'Beneath a Moonless Sky' more enjoyable for you,"
"Oh!" Erik exclaimed in realization.
"Don't worry, I was shocked too," Era glared at Dray.
"It seemed appropriate," Dray defended.
"It always seems appropriate to you,"
"You've got to be joking with these," Daroga said while looking at the handcuffs that Erik was still holding.
"Don't take it personally," Erik advised.
"This is ridiculous! We're not gay!" the Persian exclaimed.
"I can't agree more, but you don't have to yell in my ear about it," Erik said with a sigh as he took a step away from the other man. "And you tell me to work on my attitude, your tone is just resentful,"
"Dear Lord, your turning into a woman," Daroga exaggerated.
"What?"
"Don't talk about feelings! You're an assassin from Persia who loves torturing people in your torture chamber! Say evil things!"
"…Daroga, I think you must have had a heat stroke because you're making random statements now," Erik pointed out.
"I think the handcuffs are just getting to him, don't worry," Era dismissed with a wave.
A/N-Poor Daroga. Anyways, thanks for reading the filler, I promise the next chappy is full of Phantomy goodness...literally. So please review! :)
