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This chapter will put you (my beloved readers) through the incredibly cute life of 'mini-Frank' for all of you of whom reviewed I must say that I am truly grateful to you all and hope to hear from you and many more at the end of this segment. In said future reviews I also want some ideas on how to make this story cuter and more adorable, any ideas ranging from Frank thumb sucking to something like poor Frankie catching a cold or the flu. It could even be as simple as what he should wear or wanting a pet! If you have an idea, then by all means account or no account, please review me your plan for the outcome of this adventure. Also can one of you tell me how to spell his name rite? I mean is it Frank-n-Furter as in an extended name or Frank N. Furter which suggests of an unmentioned (or unknown) middle name? Just a question of whom somebody won't answer *glares at Frank who is picking his teeth on the couch next to me*
Enjoy my fellow Frank lovers-
Author POV
As the criminologist stated before the eating of Eddie though not an exact quote, food plays a large role in human interaction. This meal; though it is not as 'odd' as cannibalism; was definitely played as one of the most interesting meals served in this twisted and over-sized household. For the explanation of this statement please read of the transpiring event bellow:
"OH! And who might this be?" Columbia and Magenta squealed like school girls as they raced towards the currently unaware doctor. Apparently his thoughts ran so deep that he didn't notice anything going on around him for when the girls reached out to start probing and cuddling the small toddler he yelped in fright; jumping back in the process and nearly flying out of Janet's arms. He yelped once again and clung for dear life on what ever he could reach first with his slightly pudgy but still thin arms… the objects of his grasp however, happened to be her hair and bra strap.
"Frank! You need to be more careful! You could have fallen." Janet spoke as if she had been a mother for years instead of technically for five minutes while 'detaching and untangling' the flustered adult-turned-child. Once she saw the questioning and shocked glances from the two females she quickly discovered that only Riff Raff and Brad had realized that this was the oh so seductive Frank N. Furter in toddler form, the duo of squealing girls who swarmed around Frank just thought he was cute.
"M-master, Is that truly you?" Magenta stalked forward with a wary look on her face. Columbia shadowed her while still picking at the distressed little boy who kept whimpering and shying away from the unprovoked and unwanted touch.
Janet POV
"Yes it is… there was an um… uh… accident in the lab that has apparently had an unforeseen effect." I stated carefully trying not to give away why I was in the lab in the first place. Frank's midnight escapades were understandable… however I could not let my 'affair' with Rocky reach Brad's knowledge.
Frank simply nodded while keeping a forceful glance on Columbia at all times, batting away her hand every chance he got. He apparently didn't like to be messed with when he couldn't control the matter at hand. He must see it as a weakness, or vulnerability. I thought to myself while gently giggling, I must agree… Frank was adorable like this… I just wish he wore more clothes.
"Oh Frankie you look simply darling!" wailed Columbia while Magenta fervently nodded her head in agreement.
"Vould you like for me to set up a place at the table for him? Or vould you rather prefer he sit in someone's lap?" Magenta asked quickly gaining back her senses as the houses domestic.
"I think it would be safer for him if he sat in someone's lap at the moment, I don't want him to fall or something." I said quietly as if he were my child of whom I would wish no pain upon and not some alien, animalistic doctor who implies himself in sick and twisted games. He looked up at me with a questioning and embarrassed glance. Why do you insist on degrading me so Janet? I could hear him as if he had said it, though his lips didn't move. "How did you do that?" I asked, gaining questioning stares from the rooms occupants. He smiled slyly and pulled on one of the pearls on his necklace; which I might add he wore as more of a sash than a necklace seeing as he was so small; suggestively. It's transfused with technology dear. It allows communication to another through a simple thought; kind of like what you humans call a 'telephone' except without all the annoying talking. How do think I could speak to you in the lab huh? I can't talk *smiles a two-tooth smile*.He smirked almost amusedly at my now understanding gaze.
"Ah, he's using his PVT-com." Magenta stated as if that cleared all known confusion.
As I got situated at the table I couldn't resist a peeking glance under the table to see if the rotting corpse of Eddie was still hidden underneath… nope, all clear. Magenta gave me a knowing glance as Columbia checked too for the object unknown to her which was the holder of my attention. I asked Magenta and Riff Raff to dispose of it shortly after you so rudely kneed me in my balls. Frank gave me a look as he 'talked' to me, this mentioned look turning sour and pain stricken at the memory of our brief 'interaction' before quietly wincing like a dog and promptly crossing his legs while placing his small hands in his lap over the offended appendage of our 'conversation'. I mouthed an honest sorry before turning my attention upwards, noticing that Brad was staring and his were emotions almost unreadable. Once again I mouthed; though at Brad this time: what? What's wrong? He replied via mouthing as well I think you know! Then gave a pointed glare at the distracted and 'in memory-pain' toddler on my lap who might I add was still wincing to himself in either self pity or actual pain. In that glare I saw one emotion briefly: jealousy. I glanced around to see if anyone was noticing the fact that Brad seemed pissed with the so far innocent doctor.
Columbia was trying to distract the discomforted Frank from the cause of his 'pain' cry baby I quickly thought but when Frank briefly glared at me I knew he 'heard' my comment. Magenta was also trying to gain the attention of Frank (and both might I add were failing miserably ) and the handyman Riff Raff was housing a glare on his face as well which similar to Brads while his fierce gaze flickered imbetween his lover/sister Magenta and Frank.
At that moment I heard squeaking coming out of the kitchen. Dr. Scott wheeled into the room with a plate of pancakes in his lap. He must have stayed the night I thought. Yes; he stayed in the room across from yours actually. Frank replied, still not paying attention. "Vhat is this little tyke doing here?" he asked eyeing Frank suspiciously. Frank had his back turned to him, so the Dr. didn't see the excessive and over the top makeup.
Magenta POV
I quickly briefed the Dr. in on our 'situation' at hand after receiving a curt yet over-done nod of the master's head, this action of motion caused his necklace-turned-sash to bounce around on his thin yet eh, squishy frame.
He seemed to follow and understand and with a nod of understanding I finished the known aspects of this rather interesting story.
Riff's and Brad's glares did not go unnoticed by my eyes. Apparently young Ms. Weiss noticed too for she attempted to shield my young master from the glares he was unknowingly receiving while she fed him his breakfast.
The AC of the castle kicked on shortly after my 'speech' which didn't seem to bother anyone… sure the occasional case of goose bumps was seen but I believe young master who was positioned under a vent was feeling the brunt-of-the-blow so to speak and appeared to be freezing. I elbowed Columbia who quickly shed her unneeded bath robe and gently wrapped it around the quivering form that gratefully pulled it around him in an almost cocoon like structure around him so that only his head peeked through. He can be so adorable! It's almost as if when he really was a kid again. I smiled to myself remembering that he took after his mother, meaning they both shared a hate for the cold which was fueled ironically with a fiery passion. HEARD THAT! The toddler yelled through his PVT-com which earned a deep throated chuckle on my part.
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After breakfast was finished me and the other women of the house (Columbia and Janet) cleaned up the table while Frank sat on one of the chairs playing idly with the bow on the thick robe he now sported as a thick, trench-coat-like cape.
I eyed the syrup that stuck to his face and hands which stood out as failed attempts of getting the food into his mouth. "It vould seem zat somevone needs a bath." He looked up sharply not knowing I was in the room. A small blush snaked its way onto his rounded face as he shook his head in agreement to my statement.
I told the other two of my little plan and they agreed. Columbia decided to pick up the small master who was buried in his cocoon of sorts trying to find an opening for his head to fit through. He finally found one as we were lifted to the fifth floor. I walked the well known passages and hallways trying to find the large French doors which gained entrance to the master's chambers.
I found the dark cherry wood doors and pushed them open for the small group behind me. The room was well known to me seeing as I had served the master for many years, including his childhood. This room was almost exactly the same as it was when the castle was just one of the many royal homes scattered across Transsexual. The floor was a dark, almost black wood with a crimson rug with black swirls and designs was centered in the middle of the room under a LARGE canopy bed with black satin sheets and a mixture of red and black pillows, the curtains consisted of a scarlet under sheet which matched the rug and a see-through black veil laid separately over it.
Double doors which supported mostly glass opened into an immense study which mostly served as a library. Though my favorite spot was the large window seat, which took up a large full wall window, in one of the 'notches' in the room. The extravagant window seat matched the large bed and even had curtains to go with it, sat in front of a sitting area that housed a mostly glass coffee table. The window seat itself was maybe large enough to seat 10 people snuggly at once or a separate bed for two. I always would read to Frank as a child in that spot; I could still see phantom images of me doing so, or playing with him there and so on.
A quick glace in Frank's direction showed that he had a glazed over look and a feint smile tugging at his boisterous dark red lips which proved to me he remembered too. I smiled fondly at the child I partly raised as I led the two amazed women behind me to yet another set of mostly glass double doors that led to the over sized bathing room of the master's suite.
Once inside I looked around to see what I would need and where it was. The room itself was terribly large for a bath room, though not nearly as big as the rest of Frank's quarters. Its floors consisted of large sandstone tiles, ranging anywhere from an offset white to a dark peach. There were windows everywhere (covered with tan veil-like curtains so you could see out but not in) on the outer wall. A big walk-in shower whose tiles formed a mosaic of a beach lined one of the corners in the room. Small rugs were placed in front of all types of cabinets, closets, vanities or just plain mirror stands and dressers. Though the most noticeable thing in the room was the tub; the tub was huge! Made of tiles like the ones that served as the floor along with beige ones that formed designs such as fleur delis' and lotuses. There was a ring on tiles inside that swung out in a sort of step all the way around which served as a bench of sorts, the tub itself was circular in shape, and the tile around it formed I in a D on the back wall with a window above it.
I motioned for Columbia to set Frank on one of the off-white marble counters. He instantly cringed and claimed it was freezing. Myself and Janet quickly set to work on filling the massive tub, I noticed Janet pouring excessive amounts of shampoo into the water and after a questioning look on my part she shyly answered "I thought he would prefer a bubble bath." And sure enough a large froth of sweet smelling bubbles began to take over the surface of the now very warm water.
Columbia came forward with the apparently now naked Frank wrapped and bundled in his new robe… I don't believe Colly will be getting it back anytime soon. She quickly detached him and placed him in the water with a small splash. We set to work on cleansing the small child of all his breakfast remains, I noticed Janet was using a wash cloth looking rather irritated as she tried; much to Frank's dismay and discomfort; to scrub off the over the top makeup on his face.
I quickly placed a hand on her wrist to stop here efforts. She looked at me with a questioning glance "You're hurting him. Zat 'makeup' won't come off; it's the color of his skin." She stared at me now with a shocked look "all Transylvanians have it… just sometimes it's not as noticeable like vith my brother. Its there so we can see each others emotions… he just hides it most of the time. This is just skin coloration and I believe you've rubbed him raw so to speak." I pointedly looked at his now rosy pink cheek that she had been scrubbing. He started rubbing his eyes as if for emphases on my statement, not even the slightest black came off on his small fingers.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know, I just thought it wasn't coming off!" she gave Frank a comforting look that showed she was truly apologetic.
An hour later….
Columbia POV
Frank was now wrapped in a towel and sitting on the window seat… to be more precise was sitting in Genta's lap as she sat in the window seat brushing his hair wet hair out. They were both watching me and Janet started to look for something that could be used as clothes.
We had measured his size earlier, which was… interesting. He was a terribly small and skinny thing; he barely fit one of the smallest toddler sizes. Though after an explanation from Genta it was revealed that Frankie was actually about a month and a half premature when he was born, so that explained his size. (AN/ I added that as a kind of joke and to add to the cuteness, I mean in the movie he has those gigantic heels, puffy hair and yet he still wasn't even as tall as Janet in most of the shots XD sorry Frank)
Riff Raff was out getting necessities to suit the young master's new needs. He should have been back by the time Frank was one with his bath, but apparently taking Brad out to help find the stores wasn't a great decision on the our part. Finally after what seemed like two hours they heard a small knock on the door.
Magenta muttered a muffled 'Come in' over the top of the book she was reading to Frank as a type of distraction whilst I was setting his sprained ankle so that he could move it without it hurting to bad. Although to his dismay I told him he wouldn't be able to attempt walking until it was healed. Janet was 'toddler proofing' Frank's bed, placing extra pillows from around the room on the floor around the bed and a few on the sides. 'Janet that bed has to be a mile wide, even the most violent sleeper wouldn't work that hard to throw themselves off.' I had joked when Janet got the idea.
Riff poked his head in with a distained look towards the tired 'little master' "We have the requested supplies and clothing." He stated as he walked further into the room. He looked surprised that Frank was showing emotion (AN/ remember that the eye 'makeup' can show emotions and moods) because his eyelids were now a lovely purple which meant the poor dear was getting tired.
I saw Brad walk hesitantly in behind Riff his eyes bulged at the sight of the room. Only the best for prince Frankie. I thought to myself. Heard that! Came a tired reply, I couldn't help but giggle at that which gained me an odd stare from the two men. I noticed Brad had some shopping bags so I ran up to take them. "Took ya long enough boys!" I said with faked impatients, the girlslaughed quietly behind me but the two guys just stared. Talk about a tuff crowd. Frank snorted at his own joke, the girls laughed at what was apparently a shared comment.
After getting the bags I went through them and put all the toiletries into the bath room were they belong, them I set to work (with Janet's help) on picking out an outfit for Frankie.
The two boys left, affectively leaving us to our peace. Finally! I thought they'd never leave. Frank huffed crossing his arms over his chest. This statement earned a playful smack from Genta which of course made him play the wounded animal card. He whimpered cradling his arm to his chest as he looked up at her. MEANIE! I would like to report a case of child abuse! He returned playfully.
After a few minutes we got him dressed in a shirt that I found really cute it was all black and said 'I'm a freakin taco!' in white letters and had a cross-eyed taco on the side though since he was at home and would most likely wear MY robe we didn't pick out any pants to go over his pull-ups (which might I add he despised them greatly) and those had taken hours to get him into.
Frankie now sat on his bed playing with an electronic pad (Transsexual technology, its' like an advanced i pod) he was currently playing some game called cube field (luv that game by the way!) and by the happy noises he was making he was apparently winning.
Magenta ran into the room "dinner is ready!" she beamed. We (Magenta, Janet and I) had planned to make tacos in honor of Frankie's shirt. Let's see how this goes I smiled.
We took the lift seeing as it was faster and easier than carrying Frank down the stairs. We were greeted by Dr. Scott who had just wheeled down the hallway with Rocky guiding him. Frank squealed in delight at seeing his creation. Rocky! He started clapping in that cute way that little kids do. Rocky smiled and held out his finger which Frank grabbed and 'hugged' to his best ability in Janet's arms.
We walked in to the dining room only to be greeted by Brad and Riff's cold glares and stares. We sat down in the same seats that we did at breakfast (Rocky in his seat, Riff in Brad's, Brad in Janet's, Magenta next to Rocky, Janet and Frank next to her, and me at the head of the table )
Magenta stood and raised the lid to the platter in the center of the table to reveal a platter of tacos surrounded by an assortment of other Mexican foods. As I reached to get a taco I heard Frank gasp audibly before 'screaming' CANIBAL! Everyone looked up and stared at the disturbed two year old, everyone except for… believe it or not: Riff and Brad. I finally got the joke which started another round of laughter because of my stupidity, which once again did not include the jealous duo.
Magenta POV
For dessert we had sopapillas and ice cream. Which everyone enjoyed, and I mean everyone this time. After we were all done eating we all headed to one of the larger family rooms (I guess we were kind-of turning into a dysfunctional-functional family) Frank decided to ride in Dr. Scott's lap as the man wheeled into the room.
We played all kinds of card games, board games, talked and joked. It was truly more fun than I've had in ages; the most enjoyable thing to do though was try to make Frankie laugh or giggle. He was one of the cutest children on Transylvania and I believe the title of cutest followed him here as well.
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Riff Raff POV
Myself and that human Brad volunteered to take the little brat to his room. We were at the top of the third flight and he wouldn't stop humming some stupid song! It was truly grating on my nerves; even as a child he had always had power over me. I had to serve him even when I was the wiser. He hogged the entire spotlight at every thing he does, I had found earlier today that the earth man agreed.
We had formed a friendship of sorts out of our hatred of the eccentric transvestite. With these thoughts in my mind of how my Magenta was on her hands and knees for that twerp I finally snapped. I quickly rounded on the child who was currently limping behind us. We had made him follow us seeing as we had no wish to touch him. My rage was boiling though my veins as I kicked him the same way he kicked me all those times before.
His eyes swelled with surprise and unshed tears. He looked at me with a disgusting puppy dog pout. Brad understood that this was our payback time he took a smack at the back of his head. The brat let out a yelp and tried to crawl back, but he landed in a sitting position after hearing a sickening crack from this already injured leg. I took advantage of his fall "This *smack* is for stealing my Genta *kick* and for *smack* taking her away *smack*!" the boy had tears now streaming down his face as he screamed and yelped. We were to high up for them to hear us so I didn't even bother shutting him up.
"This is for *kick* Janet!*smack* you've had her *smack* since we even got here! *kick*" we kept going as the boy inched towards the stairs for someplace to run. His hand missed the step and with a wail he tumbled backwards down the steps all the way to the ground floor.
Author POV
With a final yelp the boy fell limply at the foot of the steps. He didn't move from where he was for fear the pain would increase. Tears ran full fledged down his swollen and bruised cheeks and onto the carpet.
Magenta POV
The girl trio walked down the hall I wanted to check on Frank to see if he was asleep yet, we found Colly's robe at the foot of the stairs so I reached to grasp it. I heard a sharp gasp and some whimpering when I reached to take it away. I pulled it back to find Frank beaten, bleeding, bruised and battered stare up at me with fear.
"Oh my god! Vhat happened to you! Oh you poor baby." I reached out to hug him but he backed away to the best o f his ability and looked ready to hyperventilate as he hugged the robe to him protectively. I noticed Riff was standing at the stairs with a blanched look of distaste.
"He tripped on the stairs and fell dearest." He said to me in a slimy tone. I saw rite through that, Frank was hurt by him I could tell by his reaction to my brother's appearance.
My two new found friends both crowded around us with looks of disdain focused on my brother and his new shadow Brad. I held Frank to me and he latched onto me like he did as a child to me and his mother. So there I sat at the foot of the stairs with what appeared to be a two year old clinging to the front of my apron. The child was sobbing his poor little heart out; I had always loved and wanted children but at the moment I was too confused to even register that I had one willingly clinging to me. How this had even come to happen was far beyond me, how could my own brother have done this to a child? That was far beyond my grasp.
"Vell brother I vill just be leaving then, I'll Frankie here and do as you were supposed to! Goodnight Riff Raff!" I turned outraged and made my way to the lift with the rest of my trio. As the lift zoomed up I cradled him to me and softly sang a lullaby that his mother would sing to him
This fight ain't nothin'
I don't want to see you cry,
This fight is like the others, not something that's do or die.
I'm not gonna hold you back so spread your wings and fly...
I know that if I hold you down your just gonna spit in my eye
I know that you'll leave
I know that you won't look back
Just try to remember the good times that we used to have.
(That's actually a song that I'm working on ;))
Frank's crying was slowing down into just hiccups and whimpers. He looked up at me with a tear streaked face and I could feel my heart breaking.
"Wow Genta. Where'd you hear that from?" Columbia asked in shock, it was a song from his mother's home planet (which isn't Transsexual actually)
"It's a lullaby that Franks mother used to sing to him vhen he vas hurt or sad." I answered truthfully. Frank had a smile on his face at the memories.
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Janet got him cleaned up and ready for bed, I changed him (he pissed himself when he was getting beat by Riff and Brad) Columbia dressed all of his wounds and decided it would be best to sleep in the room with him for the night. I took the window seat, Colly and Janet took the couches in the sitting area. Frank lay peacefully in the center of his over sized bed with the curtains drawn except for the ones facing us.
Author POV
That night a loud thunderstorm moved in over the castle the thunder was loud enough that they could feel the castle shake with vibrations of the lightning.
Columbia woke with a jolt along with the other two girls as a particularly bad rumble of thunder seemed to come right off the terrace outside. They all heard the whimpering and saw that Frank was curled (to the best of his current abilities) in a ball with silent tears running down his face.
One by one they crawled into the bed around the scared child who just now noticed them. They all fell asleep bundled together around Frank who lay comfortably warm, sucking his thumb through the night.
DANG! THAT'S THE LONGEST CHAPTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN! Good lord! Well, please tell me what you think please. Remember, any ideas for cute/adorableness that would just make your heart melt for Frankie then please do share!
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