Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A/N: I'm sorry I killed Frank again (and that I'm writing this a few chapters after I killed him off!).
Writing about sociopaths is just too scary for me. That's why Terra is suddenly totally different, too (sorry!). In RHPS, Frank is a lot more horrible than fanfic writers often portray him as. He's the worst sort of hedonist and clearly doesn't care about anyone else at all. That's why I don't really like writing that character the way he is in the film.
The next day, everyone got up around 10 o'clock. They would've slept in later if Ms. Elliot hadn't showed up and started shouting at them around that time.
"Do we really have to get up this early?" Mina grumbled.
"For all we know, Ethan might've figured something out. At least my parents usually wake up at eleven on weekends," Terra replied sleepily.
And it was nearly eleven when they'd all managed to get dressed and pile into Ms. Elliot's car. For some reason, Magenta had insisted on going with them. Everyone was too tired to argue over this odd request.
Denton being a small town, it took only a few minutes for them to get to the Majors family house. When they did get there Ethan was standing on the front steps.
"Where were you guys? And whose car is that?" he asked bluntly, the moment They got out of the car.
To Their embarrassment, Ms. Elliott got out of the car.
"It's my car," she said cheerfully.
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "You teach at Denton High School, don't you?"
"Yes. I'm an English teacher there," she replied kindly.
"Vhat are you doing, Columbia?" Magenta shouted from inside the car.
"And who is that?" Ethan asked, quite rudely.
"You don't want to know," Terra muttered.
Stupidly, the boy ignored her. Before he could be stopped he ran toward the car and opened the door. Magenta, who happened to be smoking a cigarette, raised an eyebrow.
"What on Earth is going on?" Ethan shouted, turning around to face Them.
Ms. Elliot sighed. "It's best not to ask."
At that, his eyes narrowed. "Are you guys part of some kind of a conspiracy? Are you... commies?"
"Vhat is zat supposed to mean?" Magenta asked, amused.
By then she'd gotten out of the car.
Ethan glared at her. "'Commie' is slang for 'communist'. We've been learning about them at my school."
Helen rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid, they aren't communists. None of us are. Anyway, the Wall fell three years ago. The USSR was dissolved last year. Soviets really don't exist anymore."
"Then what is going on?"
"Uh… we'll explain once we're inside," Terra said nervously.
And so, all seven of them entered the house. Everyone ended up sitting or standing somewhere in the living room. There weren't enough chairs, you see.
"Where were you guys last night?" Ethan asked.
Nobody replied at first. After what felt like hours, Ms. Elliott spoke up.
"They were at Frank's Castle," she said softly.
"Where?"
"Ask yerr Mum an' Da. They know exactly vhat ve're talking about," Magenta replied, so nervous that her accent varied worse than usual.
At that very moment, Janet Majors (née Weiss) came walking down the stairs. That staircase just so happened to lead right into the living room. Luckily, she was already dressed.
"Hello, Janet!" Magenta said quite loudly.
"You…" Janet whispered.
Then she fainted, crumpling to the floor.
Nobody moved. They weren't sure what exactly to do.
To make matters worse, Brad Majors walked into the room at that point.
Again Magenta spoke first. "Hello! Ve're sorry about zat vife of yours. I didn't really mean to scare her so badly. Though she looks rather silly like that, doesn't she?"
Brad just stood there in open-mouthed shock.
Ms. Elliott chuckled nervously. "Sorry to barge in like this, Mr. Majors. I was just driving these kids home and your son here started saying the silliest things about communism. So your daughter invited us in for a minute, mostly to explain to Ethan that we aren't communists."
"And then they said something about 'Frank's Castle'. What's that?" Ethan asked.
Brad now looked rather seasick, though he finally managed to say something. "You don't need to know, kiddo. Seriously…"
"Why didn't you tell me about him?" Terra whispered, suddenly very serious.
A look of confusion appeared on Brad's face. "Who?"
"My dad."
"But I'm-"
"I meant my actual dad. The alien in the funny clothes and makeup. He's a monster, I know. Yet you never said anything. You never even said... anything."
Now she was crying. Nasty, bitter, unattractive tears. Her face became rather blotchy and red quite quickly.
This confused Ethan, of course. "What does she mean by-"
"Go to your room, Ethan. Now," Brad ordered.
Ethan, having never seen his father so serious, did as he was told.
When Janet returned to consciousness she saw her daughter sobbing, her husband trying to comfort the girl, and five guests looking very uncomfortable.
"What's going on?" Janet asked, her hands on her hips.
"They went to the castle last night. Poor kids thought the place was abandoned, of course. While they were there Terra accidentally brought Frank back to life temporarily," Ms. Elliott explained.
"How can someone be brought back by accident?" Janet asked.
"Don't even bother trying to figure that out. What matters is that he's dead," Ms. Elliot replied.
"Thanks to me, of course!" Magenta added.
Janet sighed wearily. "And I thought they'd all gone camping."
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