Notice: Alright, you guys knw I love you, but honestly, if I get ONE more message telling me to NOT make Erik gay, I'm might just snap. Seriously, there's more than one of you. I NEVER said Erik was gay, I'm only implying things here and there but mostly teasing around the fact that he COULD be gay. But I never said he was. Besides, does it REALLY matter if he is? It's not like his personality is going to change over his sexual preferences. So please, stop sending messages tell me not to make him gay, or I'll dedicate a whole chapter to it just to spite you.

Sorry to all my reviewers that have nothing to do with the above. Just ignore it, you guys are fine. So, anyways, like a said last chapter, here's the chapter full of phantomy goodness!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or anything in the chapter :)


Interview with the POTO Characters

~The Phantoms~

"Alright, today's the day," Era announced while she poured herself a cup of tea.

"What day's that? Monday?" 21 asked as she sipped at her coffee, reclining in her desk chair comfortably.

"I thought Erik should get a chance to meet his other versions. You know, bonding time," Era said with a giant grin.

"Oh yeah, a bunch of phantoms in one room, that can only be good," 21 said with a roll of her eyes.

"It could be good closure. They can all talk about their almost exact same problems and Erik, knowing there are other people with his problems, will realize he's not alone and move the hell on. Once he does that he can at least try to accept Christine and Raoul's relationship and maybe get a chance to patch things up with Christine and become friends…maybe, it's a long shot, but who knows," Era explained with a shrug. 21's eyes narrowed.

"You're lying, you just want an excuse to shove a bunch of phantoms in one room and see them go at it,"

"I didn't say that," Era hummed with a mischievous grin. As the girl went to take a sip of her tea, a sudden 'crash' was heard in her office, followed by a lot of French curse words.

"…You already brought them here, haven't you?" 21 asked.

"I thought Erik should have a moment with them before I go in," Era answered with a shrug as she turned and headed towards her office. Opening the door with her free hand, she was hardly surprised by what she saw.

Six out of the eight phantoms were violently brawling each other, but unsuccessfully injuring each other because they all somehow knew where the other version they were fighting was going to hit them. In one of the eight chairs assembled around Era's desk sat Love Never Dies phantom, who resembled a lot like Ramin Karimloo, who watched the others in a more sophisticated manner. Beside him sat one of Andrew Lloyd Webber's phantoms resembling Michael Crawford, who playfully watched the crowd and every once and a while a light would flicker in his eyes and some item in the room would come crashing to the floor, knocking another phantom off balance.

Era watched for a moment before raising two fingers to her mouth and blowing, making a loud whistle sound. All the phantoms stopped what they were doing and looked at the girl.

"Hi, I'm Era. We haven't met yet but I'm getting the feeling you met each other when I randomly teleported you all into the same room," Era began with a smile.

"I knew it was you!" Erik accused angrily. "Why did you make clones of me that look weird?"

"I didn't, these are other versions of you, as you can probably guess by seeing the phantom from the movie we watched the other day," Era answered while motioning to Gerik.

"I thought he looked familiar," Erik said in recognition as he looked at the other phantom.

"Alright everyone put your Punjab lassos and any other rope in a pile, same goes for any other weapons on you. Don't try hiding the sword Gerik, I already saw it. And I have no idea where that small chandelier came from, but if that's you Merik, clean it up. Then everyone sit down so we can begin," Era instructed as she walked around the group to her desk.

"You're in no position to order me around like an animal," Kerik argued.

"Unfortunately, she does," Erik answered with a sigh. "Just do what she says or she will make the rest of your time here a living hell un-equivalent to what you've probably already went through,"

There was a pause as each phantom thought it over before doing as they were told. Once they were all seated, Era reclined in her chair and sipped at her tea happily.

"Alright, let's just briefly introduce you all so we all know who's here. We have Erik: the original Phantom of the Opera, Kerik: Susan Kay's Phantom, Gerik: Gerard Butler 2004 version, Merik: Michael Crawford original London Cast, Ceric: Charles Dance 1990 version, Erique: Claude Rains 1943, Lerik: Lon Chaney 1925 version, and Ramin: Love Never Dies version," Era introduced as she went over each phantom.

"Era, I get that each one of them have got weird names that sound like mine, but isn't, but why would you bring a guy whose name isn't like ours…and why the hell does he look familiar?" Erik asked while motioning to Ramin.

"Well I couldn't call him Rerik, because that's the Robert Englund version, so I thought Ramin would be nice," Era replied.

"Why isn't this Rerik here then instead of this guy,"

"Because Rerik skins people and I don't want him here. And besides, you remember Ramin from Love Never Dies, don't you?" Erik looked at Ramin in recognition.

"Right…"

"And while we're all here, Kerik, I want any Morphine you may have hidden on you," Era said while extending her hand out to receive the drugs. Kerik looked at her alarmed before shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Yes you do, I want your bag of Morphine,"

"I don't have it,"

"Yes you do. I saw it fall out of your pocket when you were wrestling with Lerik and then I saw you sneak it back into your jacket when you thought no one was looking," Era retorted. "I really don't see why you need it. If the other Erik's can live without it, so can you,"

"Morphine, that's brilliant. If I had remembered that pain killer, I would have over-dosed years ago," Erik commented with a nod.

"You're a loon," Era said flatly. "Fine, if it means that much to all of you, I'll let Kerik keeps his morphine as long as he shares with all of you,"

"Damn it," Kerik cursed unhappily.

"So, why don't we get started-"

"I have a question," Merik piped up.

"…Yes?"

"We're following along with what you tell us on small advice from a fellow that you will ruin us if we don't. But I believe that this should be a give and take situation, or else I suggest we all rebel since our combined strength can surely outmatch yours," Merik said logically.

"…Are you trying to blackmail me into bribing you to stay?" Era asked with a raised brow.

"Smart move," Lerik commented, though since he was from a silent movie his words appeared as text above his head.

"What do you want? Box 5? Well I don't own it. 20,000 francs a month? You ain't getting squat of my money and its euros now anyways," Era replied bitterly.

"We don't need your money, we already have it," Merik replied. "That's what the managers are for. Why don't you try being more…creative about it,"

"Creative? Alright, here's creative: you all better suck up to me or I swear I'll make all of your worst nightmares come true. That includes being handcuffed to Raoul for all eternity, marriages to Carlotta, being locked in your own torture chamber with the Khanum, and never ever seeing Christine again," she warned.

"Dear God not the Khanum," Kerik whispered in horror.

"She always had her eyes on your pants, so did Javert, unfortunately, so I would be extra good if I were you!" Kerik nodded his head quickly and Era smiled.

"As for the rest of you, if my threats weren't enough, trust me when I say, I haven't even scratched the bottom of the bucket of threats I've got,"

"Merik, listen to her," Erik warned.

"Alright, have it your way," Merik grumbled.

"Thank you, now why don't we begin? Let's talk about the chandelier; why did you guys drop it?"

"I technically didn't drop a chandelier," Ramin said. "I mean, I did at the Opera House, but I'm guessing you're probably only going to make me represent Coney Island,"

"Yeah, sorry Ramin," Era apologized.

"I dropped it to make a point," Lerik's subtitle's said.

"Me too, and to kill the concierge lady who was to replace Mme. Giry," Erik agreed.

"I have to admit, that sounds better than what I did," Merik said with a sigh. "I dropped it because I was angry…I couldn't get Raoul and Christine's words of love for each other out of my head,"

"I was angry too when I dropped the chandelier," Ceric added in while patting Merik on the back. "Carlotta sabotaged my Christine, and the crowd dared to get angry with her. They had that chandelier coming,"

"To make a point, and to get Christine, for me," Erique piped in.

"I found the chandelier to be a good distraction to get Christine off of the stage," Kerik said with a shrug.

"I didn't think of doing it like that," Erik commented.

"What about you, Gerik? You're last," Era urged.

"Well…it was to stop the police from catching me, a good distraction to get Christine, and I just wanted to make all of those fools pay by burning down their Opera House," Gerik answered.

"…Alright, I think Gerik had the best, just because he used the chandelier for more than one thing," Era announced.

"Why would you burn down the Opera House? It's out home!" Erik complained.

"Says the man willing to blow it up," Era retorted.

"I'm sorry, but they deserved it! You should have seen how stupid the management was there! And it didn't burn down my lair anyways," Gerik argued.

"I do know how stupid your management is, I watched your damn movie," Erik replied.

"…Really? Did you like it?" Gerik asked.

"Yes, it was enjoyable if you don't think of how inaccurate it is," Erik answered. "So was yours, Ramin,"

"Thank you," Ramin thanked.

"Are you honestly commenting on other versions of yourself?" Era asked.

"They were good," Erik replied with a shrug.

"I thought Lerik's was impressive," Erique complimented.

"Thank you," Lerik's subtitle's thanked.

"When did you see Lerik's movie?" Era asked.

"I didn't, he told me about it when I bumped into him in the sewers," Erique explained.

"How were you guys in the same sewers?"

"We were looking for our own Opera Houses," Erique said matter-of-factly.

"I thought I recognized you! I saw you two as I was going to my Opera House!" Gerik exclaimed.

"I was with you, since my Opera House is next to yours," Merik agreed.

"That's right!"

"Are you actually telling me you guys just meet up in the sewers and walk each other back to your own Opera Houses?" Era asked in disbelief. "And if you all knew each other, why did you attack each other before?"

"We weren't attacking the ones we knew," Lerik defended.

"How many Opera does Paris have?" Era exclaimed bewildered.

"Apparently more than eight," Erik answered.

"I don't mean to brag, but my Opera House is the best," Lerik said with a smile.

"No, mine's the best," Ceric argued.

"Mine's the best! We have a shiny chandelier," Gerik pointed out.

"Mine's gothic, which makes mine always better," Merik argued.

"Oh please, there's no chandelier that can possibly be more gothic than mine," Erique retorted.

"Where did this conversation even come from?" Era whined.

"I don't know…but I feel left out, I can't relate to these phantoms anymore," Ramin sighed.

"Sorry Ramin, look on the bright side. You're the future of Merik, and Gerik, and you're sexy," Era reasoned.

"Are you saying the rest of us are ugly?" Erik asked offended, his voice raised so the other phantoms could all hear. All of them looked at Era expectantly.

"No, I'm just saying Ramin's sexy…so is Gerik," Era answered. Gerik smiled brightly at the news.

"That's not fair!" Erik yelled.

"Come on, Erik! You would be sexy to if your mask wasn't so concealing. In fact, all of your masks suck except for Gerik's!" Era argued.

"What?" the phantom's all exclaimed.

"Oh please, first of all, Erik, your mask hides everything!" Era pointed out.

"That the point! I have a full deformity unlike some people," Erik sent a nasty glare at Gerik, cause the later to shift in his seat uncomfortably.

"Yes, but you can never tell what emotion you're feeling! Poor Christine! I can only imagine what it must feel like staring at you for hours trying to figure out if you're smiling or frowning behind you mask," Era countered.

"…That would explain the staring," Erik mumbled to himself.

"Kerik…I'm sorry, I'm not going to criticize, you look sexy too," Kerik grinned tauntingly at the others.

"But Lerik, seriously, who the heck designed your mask? You should have picked something better! It just looked awful! I enjoyed seeing you with your deformity more then I'll ever enjoy seeing the mask," Era criticized with crossed arms.

"I'm not every fond of my mask either," Lerik agreed with a sigh. "But what about Ceric? His mask is so…is so…I can't even think of the word,"

"Plain," Kerik provided.

"That's the word!"

"It's true, Ceric," Era agreed.

"There's nothing wrong with my mask," Ceric disagreed.

"As boring as your mask is, I'm not going to criticize because I know you have cooler masks that you put on top. Like that clown mask! That was my favourite, it was gorgeous," Era complimented.

"Thank you," Ceric said with a smile.

"And it would be a useful idea to put a mask over a mask if Christine ever tried to take it off…which unfortunately happened differently in your version,"

"I agree with that," Erik mumbled.

"Erique, you're mask is horrible. Don't even argue with that. Next time steal a mask from someone else. Or be like Gerik and get a half mask because your whole face doesn't need to be covered," Era continued.

"Merik and Ramin…you guys are fine. You're masks look weird, but they make sense, so they're fine,"

"What about Gerik? He should get criticism!" Erique exclaimed.

"Why? All of his masks are good! Every single one! They make him look sexy, even I own one of his masks," Era said while pulling Gerik's Don Juan Triumphant mask out from her bottom drawer.

"That's where my mask went!" Gerik exclaimed.

"It's for my beaver," Era explained.

"Stupid creature," Erik grumbled.

"How can you hate an animal? Even I have one," Kerik retorted while pulling Ayesha out of nowhere.

"She named it Don Juan, after us," Erik explained. A chorus of gasps came from the phantoms.

"You guys are taking offense to being named after? Would you rather me say I named it after the real Don Juan, the world's greatest lover?" Era asked bewildered.

"I think it's a nice sentiment," Gerik said.

"You're opinion doesn't count, you're a cry baby," Erik snapped.

"Erik, no name calling," Era warned.

"…Kerik," Lerik called nervously.

"Oui,"

"Put that cat away, it's staring at me," Kerik looked down at Ayesha. She was glaring daggers at Lerik for no reason whatsoever. Kerik nodded and quickly put the cat away.

"I love that cat," Era giggled. "Anyways, let's continue. How did you all feel when Christine left?"

"I felt good," Gerik answered.

"…Really?"

"No! Did you honestly believe that? I felt horrible! HORRIBLE!"

"…Oh…"

"Are you expecting any of us to feel good when Christine left?" Erik asked.

"Well…" Ceric started slowly.

"You don't count, I heard Christine came back to you," Merik argued.

"Yes…and so did Philippe," Ceric answered with a sigh.

"Harsh," Lerik said while patting him on the back.

"But at least I got a kiss on the forehead, that's always good," Ceric said brightly.

"I remember mine," Erik agreed, smiling fondly at the memory.

"I never got one…I ditched Christine in the street and ran for my life," Lerik admitted with a sigh.

"How could you leave Christine?" Ramin asked shocked.

"I feel ashamed! It wasn't my fault; they changed the ending of my version!" Lerik cried.

"…I got crushed to death before Christine could do anything heartfelt to me," Erique piped in.

"Rough," Era commented.

"Well, I had a sort of…happy ending with Christine," Kerik hinted with a smug grin on his face. Era shivered disgusted.

"I know what Christine did for you, and that was nice of her, but can we please not talk about it?"

"It's the best, right?" Ramin said to Kerik with a smile.

"It was amazing," Kerik agreed.

"No more talking about it!" Era exclaimed.

"Christine died in my version," Ramin said seriously. "I can talk about whatever I want,"

"Tough luck," Merik said sympathetically.

"I still don't understand why he's even here," Erik grumbled.

"Erik, if you don't stop being negative, I'm going to punish you," Era warned.

"How can you punish me more than keeping me married to the Daroga?" Erik asked.

"You married Nadir?" Kerik asked shocked.

"I have no idea who that is," Erik answered.

"Erik, I'm warning you, don't push me," Era said seriously.

"I wonder how it can possibly get worse than what you're already doing to me, trapping me here!" Erik argued.

"Alright, then I bestow all torture on you now, Erik," Era announced. Just as casually as she always did, she pulled her Phantom book out of its hiding spot in the bottom drawer of her desk.

"Oh my, would you look at that," she said teasingly as she held the book out. Erik's eyes began to twitch as he tried to avert his gaze from the book and remain calm. The other phantoms watched in confusion as they tried puzzling together what was going on.

"Come now, Erik, you can't tell me this isn't getting you a little mad," Era taunted, dangling the book between her fingers. Erik's head made a noticeable twitch as he stared at the book dangerously.

"…No…"

"Really? Not even a little?"

"I don't understand what's going on," Kerik commented as the phantoms all watched even closer.

"Come on, Erik, not even a little?" Era continued.

"…GIVE ME THAT BOOK!" Erik yelled as he dived over the desk and tackled Era once more to the ground. The other versions all stared in alarm as history repeated itself.

"SECURITY!" Era yelled. Seconds later the same two security guards entered and dragged the screaming Erik off of their boss and out of the room, this time in front of seven other versions of himself. Once the door to her office was closed, Era stood and straightened her clothes.

"Thank you all for coming, but I will no longer need your services. Thank you phantoms for coming and make sure you make it to your right Operas safely,"


A/N-There's something you didn't know! Travel down the right sewer and you might bump into the Phantom of your dreams (or Rerik, so be careful). I always enjoy writting the different phantoms, they're all so different from each other, even Gerik and Merik are different and they're from the same musical! So I hoped you enjoyed all the phantomy goodness! Please review!