AN: Well, here's the third chapter like I said! I hope you guys like the story and if you have questions about the story please feel free to message me. By the way, here's the link to my collab partner's quizilla profile where she has this posted as well. (Link: .com/user/lizardbeth2626/profile/) The story is under the same name as it does here: "Seeing Double." Anyways, hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ERIK OR THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, ALTHOUGH I OWN 99% OF ERIKA SINCE THE ERIK SIDE OF HER WAS CREATED BY GASTON LEROUX AND MY FRIENDS AND I ONLY MADE UP HER FEMALE FORM.

"Well," Erika started. "I guess until we figure out what's going on we might as well find out some stuff about each other's names." She stepped towards Erik with her hand outstretched for him to shake.

"I'm Erika Maylene Destler," Erika announced. Erik was startled. Her name was exactly like his! How was this possible? How could there be two Erik Destlers in the world?

Erik stared in shock at Erika while the latter began to get nervous under his constant staring.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Erik broke out of his initial shock and cleared his dry throat.

"In a matter of coincidence, ma cherie, I too, am Erik Destler," he stated. Now it was Erika's turn to be shocked. A man appeared in her room with the same hair, eyes, and name. How creepy could this be?

"Am i being punk'd?" Erika asked in an amused tone.

"What?" Erik asked, utterly confused.

"I bet i am," Erika said as she began to search the room. "Ashton Kutcher or someone is going to pop out from the closet and say 'You've been punk'd!"

Erik watched as she got on her hands and knees looking under the bed. She stood up and proceeded in her search.

"I assure you, mademoiselle, that this is no jest if that is what you are implying."

"Did Christine put you up to this?"

"Christine? She's here too?" Erik asked, looking around.

"Oops, I forgot. Christine is my best friend and adopted sister. Yours died years ago. She's probably moth-ridden right now, and is completley hideous!" Erika said, smirking at him.

"Christine will always be beautiful to me!" Erik said, his eyes flashing with fury. Christine, Erika's step-sister, walked through the trap door, dressed as Bloody Mary.

"Who are you?" Erik asked, ignoring Erika to talk to his newfangled friend.

"Christine Daae..." Christine answered timidly. She didn't know who this strange man was and why he looked excited yet scared at her appearance.

"Really? You're still alive?" Erik was ecstatic at the idea. Maybe Christine could learn to love him in this world! At first her appearance left him wondering what happened to her pretty face but upon closer inspection he realized it was stage make-up. Looking past the make-up he saw that Christine looked different than he remembered: curly blonde hair and blue eyes replaced the mahogany hair and hazel eyes he had loved.

"Um...what did I survive? Erika, get your emo boyfriend away!" Christine cried.

"Why does everyone think we're emo? We're goth i tell you!" Erika sighed in exasperation.

"What's emo?" Erik asked, opening a mascara tube.

"Christine, Erika!" Gustav cried.

"Coming Dad! Erika we have to get to the party; can't leave all those people waiting on Halloween," Christine said as she began to descend the ladder. Erika nodded in agreement but turned to Erik before going down the ladder.

"Erik, stay here. Don't move," Erika said slowly, as if speaking to a child. He gave her a confused look but stayed anyway. Once Erika finished climbing down the ladder Christine helped Erika close the trap door.

"What if he doesn't stay?" Christine asked.

"That's why we have locks that lock locks," Erika said, holding up numerous keys and locks. After the locks were applied, the Phantom spoke: "What if I have to go to the bathroom?"

"You'll survive," Erika said, walking away.

"If i get hungry, can I eat the powder on your vanity?"

"If you feel like dying and making me happy, yes," Erika snapped.

"Are you serious?" Christine asked.

"No, I'm completley joking," Erika said sarcastically. "Let's just forget him for a few hours and get through tonight, ok?"

"Okay," Christine said unsurely.

AN: Thanks for reading! Don't forget to review!