-We see Erik in Max's living room, sitting on the couch-

Erik: WAAAA!

-Did I mention that he is holding a bucket of chocolate ice cream in his lap? Well, he is, and he has a spoon in his hand, scooping ice cream out-

Erik: LIFE ISN'T FAIR!

-Max enters, bewildered at Erik's behavior and slightly angry that he stole her bucket of chocolate ice cream for when some stupid guy indirectly breaks her heart-

Max: Erik, what's wrong?

Erik: We have to go back to 1870 and visit the fop! WAA!

Max: Are you afraid that Christine will go back to him?

Erik: *sniffles* maybe.

Max: Awww, Erik… *gives Erik a hug* you know that she won't do that. She told you that she loved you while we were here and-

-Erik pushes Max away and gets up-

Erik: Exactly! She said it here, in this time period, but what about when we go back to my time period? There's no guarantee that she'll return my undying love!

Max: *sighs* Erik…

Erik: He will be there to sweep her in his arms and they'll sing that stupid song Say you love me every waking moment, say the world and I'll be there with you! Blah! It makes me sick!

Max: Erik…

Erik: They're betrothed you know! Or did you forget? How can she find the heart to deny him when she's with him again? When his little puppy dog eyes stare into hers? The music in her heart will leave her again and… and… *sobs*

-Max once again hugs Erik, and surprisingly he lets her hold him-

Max: Erik, you know that she would never do that to you. She'll see that you're the only one who can understand her and give her the music that she desires. There is nothing- no music, no men, and definitely no fops that can ever part your love. Do you understand me?

-Erik nods-

Max: Good, now we should probably be going.

-Erik hesitates-

Max: Erik, come on. You're the Phantom of the Opera; you have faced much worse than this.

Erik: I know, but after a few weeks of retirement from that, it's hard to get back into it.

Max: *sighs* This is probably not a good time to mention the bad news…

-Willoughby comes running in, followed by Christine-

Christine: What bad news?

Willoughby: Woof!

Max: Well, I probably shouldn't mention it since Erik is feeling sad-

-A Punjab lasso wraps itself around Max's neck. Max is struggling to breathe-

Erik: It's nothing, my dear Christine, nothing at all. *loosens grip on Punjab* now Max, what is the bad news?

-Max can finally speak again, though she's a little wary since Erik didn't take the Punjab off of her-

Max: Um… well…

Christine and Erik: Yes?

Willoughby: Woof! Bark!

Max: Warriors beat us again! WAA!

Erik: NO! I'm going to kill those cats!

Christine: *sniffles* We're not going to have to do another dance routine are we?

Max: No, I think I've tortured you enough already.

Erik and Christine: Good

Max: *pets Willoughby*We might just have to let Willoughby do something to the cats, huh, Will?

Willoughby: *growls* Woof!

Max: Good boy. Now guys, we're going to 1870. Do you have all your things?

Christine: You packed your extra masks, right Erik?

Erik: My extra masks are at home in 1870…

Christine: Right… I kind of forgot.

Max: We should watch Labyrinth when we come back…

Erik: Ha, that's my kind of entertainment!

Christine: But Erik, Jareth is so mean to the girl!

Erik: Yes, but he can sing!

Christine: Erik, is that all you care about?

Erik: No

Christine: Is that all you like about me?

Erik: NO! You mean so much more to me than your music! You aren't a canary that I want to constantly have sing for me!

Christine: Oh really?

Erik: YES! So Max, can we go now?

Max: Of course! You go first Erik!

-Shoves Erik through magic piano keyboard legs-

Christine: My dress will get dirty!

Max: TOO BAD!

-Christine is pushed against her will through the legs of the magic piano keyboard-

Max: Okay, so yeah, Warriors is ahead of us by a lot. I'll probably write some more one-shots this week and possibly another full length story, but no promises on the story.

-Max goes through the magic piano keyboard legs back into 1870-

A/N I just wrote something today for a teacher of mine, so I'm kind of not in the mood to write this. Also, I gotta finish the chapter for "Specter of the Theatre" and in the Hunger Games archive "Mirror Image" so I kinda need to make some time for those stories. Sorry this chapter wasn't as funny. Other chapters will be better!