Disclaimer: -shoves Meg in bag- Ahem. Sorry I didn't make my Friday deadline. It made me sad too. I had to go to some godforsaken college that my sister's in and I SWEAR I was allergic to it. But you can thank my beta tester/reader/co-owner of FQ Vengie for making me write this chapter! By, of course, threatening me with a sword. Also hitting me a couple thousand times which hurt.

Celixir – Thank you for finding this so funny!

Insanity – Not…my cheese cubes!

Now, this one I know was on everyone's mind.

What is Madame Giry's first name?

Warning: This contains light Erik and Raoul bashing. And the mention of an old horror movie.

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Don't. Think. About. Her. Don't think about those creepy glares she's giving you, just concentrate on the ballet girls in front of you, Erik thought silently, staying in the shadows of the rafters. Every once in a while, Madame Giry would look up from her instructing and glare at him. Most likely because he won the bet was he getting the glares.

As soon as the class ended, Erik tried to escape down the rafters and slink off to one of his mirrors. About half-way down the hallway, an ivory cane knocked him on the side of his head.

"Monsieur Erik!"

Crap. That didn't work.

"Yes…Taller Giry?" he asked in an agitated tone, turning slightly. He watched the corner of her eye twitch. That's right, he's not supposed to use that name.

"Since you won my bet, I've got one for you."

The phantom sighed. "Haven't you been humiliated enough?"

"My name. If you can guess my correct name, you'll win."

Erik blinked. That seemed easy enough. He had to know her name. "What do I get if I win?"

Madame Giry thought for a moment, flicking her braid over her shoulder. Then she pulled something out of her pocket and straightened it out. After a moment, she held it in front of his face.

"A picture of Mademoiselle Christine."

Something sparked behind Erik's seductive eyes. OHMYGAWDCHRSTINE!

Before he could drool undignified-ly, a loud galloping echoed down the hallway. Soon, a while stallion came into view, with a brown-haired man on top.

"Did someone say Christine?" he smiled, sliding down from the horse as it turned around and trotted off.

Erik pressed down the urge to punjab him. Maybe later on. "You look like a fop, you know that?"

Raoul let off another one of his pretty-boy smiles. "Yes, but I'm a fop that's going to marry the woman you love."

Before Erik could heartlessly murder the poor fop, Mme. Giry cleared her throat. "Monsieur De' Chagny, would you like to be part of our little bet?"

Raoul broke away from his staring competition. Erik smirked and quietly and mentally recorded the winning of the competition as something he could use against Raoul.

"What bet, Madame?"

"A simple one; guessing my name."

"I have heard the prize is a picture of my Christine. Since I will be wed to the real thing soon, what will I win?"

Mme. Giry blinked, and then pulled something out of yet another one of her pockets. "An apple strudel, sir."

((For those who do not know, an apple strudel is like a muffin with apples inside and the top covered in brown sugar.))

Then I'd be honored, Madame."

Erik let out a loud groan. "My GOD you're all so freaking' prim and proper! SAY SOMETHING THAT ISN'T POLITE, DANGIT!"

Raoul smiled in the creepy vampire-ish way. "Your cape-swoosh is retarded."

Mme. Giry placed a cane between the males, as if she was warning two children to break up a silly brawl. Except she was preventing a big brawl.

"Come you two, the bet awaits!"

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Mme. Giry was in her room, and smiling. She typed something in a futuristic keyboard ("Has that been invented yet?"), opened the door of a safe, and placed inside the breakfast food and the photograph.

"Good luck!" she smiled, shooting Erik a glare before going back and sitting on the bed next to Meg, who had come to watch.

"Move, fop," Erik growled, shoving past the other man and up to the keyboard. Then he began to think. Now…what was her name again?

He automatically typed 'Maria.'

"Incorrect. 9 guesses left."

His jaw dropped and be backed up, trying not to let out a terrified shriek. "IT TALKED!"

"Yes. You have ten chances to guess my name. Then you'll be in for a big surprise," Madame Giry smiled, looking incredibly disturbing. Like a certain Teen Living teacher…

"Monsieur Phantom, step aside. I know the Madame's name," said Raoul, coming up and typing the word 'Antoinette'.

"Incorrect. 8 guesses left."

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? In every POTO book I've read, you're Antoinette! See!" Raoul growled, taking out a Phantom of Manhattan book and chucking it at Mme. Giry's head. She immediately smacked it down with a staff.

"Too bad. I believe that name is way too floofy for me. And besides, that isn't written Leroux," she said while Erik just watched stupidly.

Poor little demented psychopath. He hadn't been smart enough to read his own story.

Raoul typed another female name. Hélène.

"Incorrect. 7 guesses left."

Erik was snapped back to attention as the voice echoed again. "No you stupid fop, you're wasting our chances!"

'Aimée'

"Incorrect. 6 guesses left."

'Gabrielle'

"Incorrect. 5 guesses left."

Mme. Giry and Meg were in a silent giggle fit. They watched as the two panicked males tried guessing the woman's name. Erik was sheet white, and Raoul was almost crying.

"This isn't working! And she has a sick sense of humor so we'll be killed if we fail!" Erik whined, clawing at the metal door.

'Élise'

"Incorrect. 4 guesses left."

"Maybe she named her daughter after herself!" cried Raoul, losing his cool. Erik franticly typed 'Meg'.

"Incorrect. 3 guesses left."

"Try Maria Giry."

Furious typing, then-

"Incorrect. 2 guesses left."

"Her last name…it was Jules, right?"

Erik nodded, his horror expressed on the one side of his face that showed. "Then type that!" Raoul commanded. Due to the phobia of whatever Mme. Giry had in store for them, he actually took orders.

"Yes sir!"

'Mademoiselle Jules'

"Incorrect. 1 guess left."

Raoul went off to a small corner of the room and curled up in fetal position, rocking back and forth. "We're doomed," he whispered. "Do-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-med!"

Erik took a deep breath. One chance left. 'Taller Giry'.

The safe beeped. His heart rose.

Clank. Fwwiisshh, whir, clunk.

"NOT THAT NAME!" the safe thundered in Mme. Giry's voice. "You get the first surprise, Erik."

A small compartment opened up. The Phantom lost the little color that remained. He shut his eyes, waiting to get shot…

…by a piece of paper? Erik opened his eyes again, a note plastered to his face. "Whuffufrek?" he wondered, the noise muffled by the paper. He peeled it off and glared at it.

"'Never look under the bed,'" he read, seriously confused. Then he flipped it to the other side. "'The Poltergeist'?"

A large door opened up in the safe, and suddenly a very scary stuffed joker shot out, latching itself to his face.

Erik fell backwards, screaming shrilly. "CLOWN! OHMYGODCLOWN! GET IT OFF ITS EATING MY FACE! OR ACTUALLY IT'S EATING THE CUTE SIDE OF MY FACE GETITOFFBEFOREITRUINSMYFACEOTHERWISECHRISTINEWILLNEVERLOVEMEEEEEE!"

"You're turn, Raoul," Meg smiled, completely ignoring the shrieking phantom. Her mother almost fell off the bed she was laughing so hard.

The poor man nodded slowly, standing up and walking like a zombie to the safe and past the still-screaming Erik. Another compartment opened up, a metal shelf poking out. On top of it was some sort of fluffy…toy?

"Hiii-iii-iii!" it cooed, causing Raoul to scream like a girl (in the same tone of Erik).

"FURBIE!" he yelled, turning around and running like a lunatic out of the room.

Meg, seeing how her mother was unable to open the safe, stood up and walked over. She smiled to herself.

'Madame Giry.'

"Correct. Congratulations!"

The door swung open, and Meg retrieved the muffin. "This is certainly out of my ballerina diet. I'll feed it to the opera mice!" she giggled, turning around and skipping past the still-screaming Erik and her laughing mother.

"IT'S STILL A CLOWN! IT'S GOING TO DRAG ME INTO THE TV AND MAKE ME MEET THE TV PEOPLE!"

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A/N: In all fairness, that stupid clown and furbies would make me scream too. And they have a lot of pockets, don't they? 0.o;;

And everyone knows that in POM that was her name…but seriously, I do not like it. Maria is so better.

Review or I'll cry and never write this again.