Disclaimer: I CLAIM TO DISCLAIM THE CHARACTERS IN POTO! Except Rose, but that's only because she's like…me. Insane and Veng belong to my friends. Thank you guys for reviewing, it makes me sooo happy!

Lady Pendragon- Pendragon…where have I heard that? Ah well. And no, I am not actually on crack. I am on a permanent sugar high. WHOOO!

Evanesce – Phan-girl cameo? SWEET! If it was not for the fact I am way too lazy to think up all the stuff you required, I would TOTALLY do that!

The Magic Pickle Fairy – My GOD I love your s/n! It's awesome. And thank you for the nice things you say to me.

Celixir – Told you it looked like his! But none look as hawt as Howl….-dreamy fangirl sigh-

Phantom of the Basket – Woah…sweet name. And I'm working, I'm working! -whimper- DON'T KILL ME!

Okay. I watched POTO a while ago with my buddies after watching the Steven King movie IT, and we always cracked up at the same part. Now I am making a question out of it.

When Christine goes into the mirror…where in the world does that fog come from?

(This story is set after chapter 1)

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"You lost the bet," Erik reminded in a harsh whisper, peering down a hole in the ceiling to Christine's room. He had locked her in, and now he was waiting for her to finish getting prepared for her little date with the stupid patron.

Madame Giry glared at her, very uncomfortable with two things. One; Erik had 'kidnapped' (demanded she go or else he apparently kills the three phangirls he's taken hostage) to the shadowy rafters with nothing keeping her from falling expect the reassurance that she'll receive a dramatic last-second catch from the mentally crazy Phantom if she slips, and Two;

…Did she mention the dramatic save-thing? That was basically her 'two'. She did not want to be saved by Erik. He annoyed her slightly in his stubborn ways. And also that he had been able to trick her daughter a few minutes before didn't help.

"I refuse completely to use your dangerous new invention, just so you can add a…stupid effect to your seduction attempt."

Erik smirked, stepping so he was about a foot away from the woman. "I'm sorry to say you have choice in the matter, my dear."

THUNK!

"I am not your little Christine, Monsieur! You will speak to me with respect, and if you ever call me 'my dear' again, I will hound you like a dog!" Mme Giry snapped, slamming her cane back into the ground.

The dignity/physically wounded man withered on the floor. He made sure to stay out of sight as Christine poked her out from behind her…whatever that thing is she dresses behind to glance curiously up to her ceiling. She had obviously heard the clunk and the shouting.

"Angel?" she asked softly, and Erik jerked up so fast that I couldn't see it well and will have to put it in slow-motion.

Erik perks up, hearing his precious pupil call for him, then throws his legs up into the air slowly, managing to pick up enough speed that he actually is able to flip backwards. This movement looks like something out of the Matrix now that we had to put it into slow-motion. As he is flipping backwards, his cape gets caught in his legs, curling around it. When Erik lands on his feet on the rafters, his tangled legs gave way, and he fell off.

But due to the fact our Authoress doesn't feel like writing the complication that if Ghosty fell into Christine's room, he didn't. Instead he amazingly fell into a room that came from nowhere.

And he fell on a soft plush white carpet. "…Where am I?" he murmured, raising his half-masked face to see the face of someone he never wanted to see again.

"I LOCKED YOU IN A CLOSET!" Erik stormed, jumping to his feet to point at a thirteen-year-old girl, laying on a bed and reading a book while apparently listening to a radio.

Insane blew a large pink bubble, letting it pop obnoxiously before replying. "Ya did, dude. But my buddies and I got out. Rose n' Veng are probably watching another performance while it's practicing," she grew quiet for a moment, blowing a smaller bubble. "Is there a reason why you're in my room?"

"I fell in here," he growled instantly, brushing himself off.

She pointed at the door, which he had his back to. "Out, you pathetic, love-struck freak."

"I AM NO-" Erik was cut off as the door flew open, and there stood the Progressive man holding The Little Black Box.

"Do you know what's in this box?"

The female blinked. "Uh, dude, you just, like, crushed a really famous phantom guy."

"Of course you don't. Do you know if you're paying too much for car insurance?"

"Uh..what? I don't even have a car yet!"

"I do. Because Progressive Direct tells you the rates other companies will charge, so you're not in the dark."

She started getting annoyed, and she was also pretty sure that Erik was dead. Not that she actually cared, but still. "CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME?"

The man looked down and opened the box. "Sweet. It's a porcelain mask."

Now, in the time span of ten seconds, Erik destroyed the door and punjabbed the insurance man. Then, he took his mask back ("Uh, dude, how did it even get off your face and into that man's little box?), glared at Insane, and walked out of the room.

After a while he made it back to the rafters, and was surprised to see Madame Giry still there.

"I didn't know how to get down," she growled, banging her cane into her fist. He twitched, mentally reminding to never use her.

"Look, just use my new invention when I tell you to!" The Phantom pointed to a large metal machine. "I call it the Mysterious Grounded-Cloud Emitting Invention!"

Mme. Giry looked at him. Then she looked at the piece of scrap metal. "Why not call it the 'Fog Machine?'"

He blinked. "That works too! Now, just press this button when I tell you to, and then we're even."

She continued to glare at him. "Should I even ask how you invented this, and why you have a Progressive phone number imprinted on your mask?"

Erik shot her the flower-wilting glare, then with a swoosh of his cape, vanished into one of his secret passages. Madame Giry began tapping the machinery with her cane, wondering how in the world it worked.

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(Now for BTR bonus theatre!)

"…Because-a someone did not-a finish my drless!" Carlotta thundered, seething visibly.

Veng and Rose were sitting up in the upper floor, peeking out from behind the wooden bars.

Rose smirked and poked the older female. "I told you that you should have finished that dress."

Instead of killing her, she simply handed her a yellow raincoat and a paper boat. "Here. When it rains, play in the streets. And when your boat gets sucked into the drain, accept the balloon from the clown that offers one."

And Rose was never seen again.

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A/N: No really. Where does that fog come from, and why does Christine look so drunk when she's walking towards it? It's so funny!

Poor insurance dude…

Come on people, you know you want to review. 20 is the magic number! –IT grin-

Forgive any typos I might make.