Disclaimer: Fear number 11. And give me Meg. Okay, I am really sorry my computer shut down before. Thank you for being patient! Please forgive whatever typos I make; my new writing program doesn't have spellcheck. I have an important message at the bottom. I am so so so so so so s-

-Is knocked out by so-called BTR 'fans' and dragged off to free viewers from having to listen to the apology-

Insane: Dude…should we, like, help her?

Veng: Nah. Let's just thank the reviewers and get post the story she wrote while she was supposed to be doing her Language Arts homework.

Klookl – Uh, how exactly would you pronounce that? Well, I'm sure Rose would jump up and down and thank you for the idea. But since I am not that sugar-high writer, or my clearly mental friend, I'll just shrug and go 'yeah, thanks, whuteva.'

Lady Pendragon – Hey, you like, reviewed last time too! Thanks dude! And I like, knew it was a book. I think I've like, read it. Even if Rose hasn't. Thanks for calling it interesting and like, random. They usually are.

The Magical Pickle Fairy - …Yeah, I guess your name's cool. I really don't care. Yeah, she decided to put Erik inventing that stupid machine. And yes, Howl is a lot hotter.

Now, thanks to Klookl, here is your idea put into a story!

When Raoul looks around and leaves right after Erik enters the masquerade, where does he go?

(Contains Slight Raoul Bashing)

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Raoul stared at Erik as the music turned to the phantom's theme. He'd never seen the man in person, but he could summarize him in one word. Or, actually, two, to be precise.

Holy crap.

He looked very scary. And he had a sword. A very long, very sharp, very skull-handle-freaky sword.

To make matters worst, Erik began singing. Alright, that was pretty crazy. He could defiantly pull off the 'mentally-crazy ghost rip-off' thing.

Raoul did the first thing he thought of. He slowly released his grip on Christine, and turned around. Fleeing.

Okay, he wasn't actually fleeing. The real excuse he'd use later when he was being interviewed for 'bravely fighting off the Opera Ghost' was that he was going for his sword. Which…he tecnically was, except one detail.

He didn't actually have a sword.

Brillant, he knew. But suddenly, he remembered hearing a rumor among the ballet brats.

Madame Giry's ivory cane became a sword.

Smiling to himself, he continued down the hallways. He was passed by a few Masquerade flee-ers; some males escorting terrified women in silver dresses and looking like a cupcake or a cloud. Then, oddly, he noticed a group of three females- one a child- going towards the Masquerade, but he paid them no mind.

He was on a mission.

Now, Madame Giry hadn't taken her cane today. Instead she chose a lacy black fan (which he still suspected could amputate an arm), so that means she must have put it back into her room.

Now…which was that again?

Raoul stopped a crying ballet girl, who had obviously run from the event, and asked where the woman's room was. She sniffled, and then directed him in a heavily accented voice down the hall, the door on the right.

So our brave hero walked down the hall, and found the door. He timidly opened it, and winced when it creaked. Yeah, he was afraid of Madame Giry. But seeing how his last experience with her and a certain plush two with government cameras in its eyes tramatized him, why shouldn't he be?

When no evil dolls, clowns, stuffed animals, fuzzy singing bunnies, or birds immediately tore him to shreds/disembowled him, Raoul snuck in. The first thing he noticed was the oddest.

She didn't have a mirror.

Or, well, actually, she didn't have a mirror connected to a wall. She had one leaning up against a wall, and he noticed the wall behind it looked like bullet-proof steel.

…I'm not actually going to ask about that. Now, where is that cane?

He found it rather quickly. It was leaning up against her bed, with a note attatched.

E:

If you touch this I will personally take your head off.

Love,
MG

He blinked, afraid of taking the cane. But then the memory of leaving poor, defenceless Christine to fend for herself from the scary mask man. So he grabbed it quickly and held his breath.

Nothing burned his hand off. Nothing amputated the hand. And nothing attacked him. He inspected the cane for a moment, then knocked it against the ground. It quickly shrivled inside-out, and became what looked like a blade he'd seen Erik weild once. Except it had the initals MG etched into the handle.

"Victory!" he squealed, jumping up and down. Without knowing, he stepped on a wire on the floor.

B-b-b-b-beeeeep!

"Oh god," he mumbled, looking around quickly. Suddenly, about 1000 gun barrels poked through secret slots in the way. A beam shot out.

"Name?" it asked in a metallic voice.

Raoul was snapped out of his how-in-the-world-does-she-get-this-machinery phase, and shook his head madly. "R-Raoul."

The beam scanned him. "Not Erik," it rumbled. The guns dissapeared, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Target Raoul, detected."

A large flamethrower thrusted out of the wall, staring him right in the face. He could hear it slowly charging up.

The patron let out a scream that had once resembled a girl's shriek, turned around, and went running out of the room. He didn't know where he was going, and didn't even notice when the Masquerade people were staring at him. He didn't even notice falling into a rather warm pit. But all he could remember was seeing some mask, but even though that's not what he cared about.

He yelled 'flame!' over and over again, but in such hysterics that no one could understand him. And when the rope came down, he didn't see it.

But he did see Madame Giry. She took one look at the sword, and then dragged him off.

And that's when Raoul almost started crying.

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A/N: Lame ending, I know. And forgive the Raoul mean-ness. He isn't actually that bad of a dude…but he needs to cut his hair.

And my important message is this. I need people to send in a character's- their character's information. Just a quick one. Age, name,hair, and which of the following they like better;

Christine, Raoul, Meg, Erik, or Carlotta.

And what you think their Masquerade outfit is.

Send it to me in a review, pm, or an e-mail with the subject 'My Character'. I will accept the first 10 people who give me their information, and I am accepting an unlimited number of outfit guesses. Please don't all give me Erik guesses; I need variety!

THANK YOU!