Just one little thing:

-This means that there's a certain action or anything else going on in the room-

Max: This means that someone is singing

Good, now I'm glad that you understood that! And thanks for the reviews so far!

And I'm glad I inspired some of you to write! ;D

Disclaimer: See chapter One. This goes for the whole thing

Max: Hello again!

Erik: ….

Max: Erik, say hi.

Erik: Not until Christine walks in here.

Max: She'll come in. WILLOUGHBY! DON'T KILL THE FOP YET!

-growling stops. Angry and scared fop- Raoul- comes in with Christine- the pretty curly haired blond-

Erik: Not yet…. Hehe.

Christine: Was that your dog?

Max: Yes, unfortunately. I'm sorry about that. He doesn't really like people like Rauwl.

Christine: You keep pronouncing his name wrong. It's Raoul!

Max: Sorry, I don't speak French, nor do I have a French accent. You'll need to ask my friend about that.

Raoul: THAT DOG COMPLETELY DESTROYED MY OUTFIT! LOOK AT THIS!

Max: Dude, I really could care less. The only reason you're here is because Christine wouldn't come without you.

Raoul: …. Wow, I feel loved.

Erik: Sorry, you're just as hated nowadays as I was hated back then.

Max: Look how the tables have turned. Hmmm… should we keep him here…?

Erik: No, he's just a plain nuisance.

Max: But he is funny….

Christine: And cute! I mean- hi Erik.

Erik: ….

Max: Do you think I'm insane for talking to fictional characters?

Erik: Yes. Wait… what fictional characters?

Raoul: You

Erik: I AM NOT FICTIONAL

Raoul: Yes you are. So am I.

Erik: NO! Look at what it says here in the accursed book! "The Opera Ghost really existed." See? HA! Maybe you're just fictional Raoul.

Raoul: Then that wouldn't make sense…

Erik: Ugh… you're giving me a headache. Maxniss, can you make him go away? All my attempts always seem to come out in failure in getting rid of him.

Max: Okay, sorry Ra-Rao-

Christine: Raoul

Max: Right, uh Ra…oul, you're going back to 1870 for right now, okay?

Raoul: You're not making that dog go with me, are you?

Max: Hmmm… that is a good idea… but no, I need him here. If a certain friend of mine comes around, then Will needs to get rid of him.

-Without another word, Raoul is pushed through the legs of the magic piano keyboard. He disappears instantly-

Erik: He doesn't have to come back here, you know. We're perfectly fine without him.

Christine: Speak for yourself, Erik.

Erik: If it weren't for me, he'd be dead right now.

Max: If I remember correctly, you were the one who was killing him in the first place.

Erik: Wait, how did I try to kill him again? Was it the torture-chamber or was it my Punjab Lasso?

Max: Either, or, Depends on who you're asking. Webber would say lasso, Leroux would say torture-chamber, but it's really up to you.

Erik: Torture-chamber; it just seems more of my style.

Christine: Yea, that's what happened.

-Max puts her hands on both sides of her face and says in a funny voice-

Max: Oh No! Oh No!

Erik and Christine: What?

Max: This is horrible!

Erik and Christine: WHAT?

Max: The Warriors section might beat us if they get 40 more stories!

Erik: No! Then the stupid fanfictions about cats will have more stories than us! I mean, honestly, Phanfictions are just better! More scenarios where I end up with Christine!

Max: Or more ways you don't end up with her.

Erik: I wouldn't be talking if I were you, seeing as to how you can't even find a boyfriend.

Max: ….. *tear* and we still have the same amount of Phanfictions as last week!

Christine: What…?

Max: Honestly you don't understand. Erik, tell her what Phanfictions are.

-Erik explains what Phanfictions are in French, so that way Christine may understand him better-

Christine: OH…! I GET IT!

-Max hits her head into a wall-

Max: Anyway…. Not to mention that I was watching the flow of how many Phanfictions there were all this week- this of course was when I wasn't busy actually doing homework, or like writing- and there were fewer ones than last week! Well, now we got back up to the exact same amount that we had! GAH! 9,820!

Erik: It's okay, Max, it's not the end of the world.

Max: No, but I'm not going to let the Warriors section beat us.

Christine: Before Erik came through the piano portal, you talked about how you used to love Warriors…

Max: Yea, before I met one of the three authors of the books. I didn't like her. Did you know that Erin Hunter was just a penname for all three women working together on the books?

Erik: No…

Max: Of course, Erik, because I didn't tell you anything about it. Well, I met the one who writes the outlines for it and she was a jerk to me. And she said that she hated cats.

Erik: Oh, I'm sorry.

Max: You don't sound concerned, Erik.

Erik: Uh huh…

Max: You're sounding like my stupid friend right now!

Christine: What stupid friend?

Max: No one…. Just a guy….

Christine: OOH! TELL ME!

Max: No, he just doesn't really like me all that much, so um… I told him about some really big accomplishment that he cared about the day before, and then he just nodded, but didn't care…. I really shouldn't be talking about this. It's not like anyone really cares *chuckles nervously *

Christine: It's okay. You could always have Erik as a friend!

Max: I don't think Erk would appreciate that all that much. And besides, my friend is already exactly like Erik.

Erik: How the heck is someone exactly like me?

Max: I don't know, maybe he went back in time and visited Leroux and Leroux based you off of him.

Erik: Is his face deformed or does he smell of death?

Max: No, his face isn't deformed…. And I've never been close enough to him to see if he smells of death. But he is really tall like you….

Erik: That's just plain bizarre.

Max: And he's obsessed with music….

Erik: What about architecture?

Max: Um… probably not… maybe he's more like the version of you from the musical….

Erik: Well, technically I am a combination of the musical and book version.

Max: I couldn't decide, okay? I like both versions the best!

Christine: What about me?

Max: I like you as a curly brunette better, but considering that blondes are stereotyped to be dense….

Christine: Think of Me! Think of me FONDLY!

Max: Exactly.

Erik: I really should kill you

Max: But you won't. If you do, then the portal will no longer work and you'll be stuck here FOREVER! MUAHAHAHAHA!

Erik: I don't believe you.

Max: How do you know…?

Erik: I hate you.

Max: In a way that you love me.

Erik: What?

Max: Sorry, that's a thing that a different friend of mine says. It's actually kind of funny.

Erik: Of course it is.

Christine: So…. How much longer are we going to do this?

Max: Just another thirty seconds to get the point across.

Erik: Good, because I will strangle you.

Christine: Don't you dare hurt my friend!

Max: Sweet! I have a friend! People! Like write! Please! Maybe a bunch of one-shots! Trust me, I wrote a one-shot last night!

Erik: You did? Can I read it?

Max: You'll strangle me.

Erik: Good, now I'll have a reason too.

Max: You, Christine, and the fop can read it next week, okay?

Erik: Grrr… fine

Max: So phangirls out there! Please review this and if any inspiration comes to you, then WRITE! Please! I don't want to be beaten by a bunch of stupid wild cats!