MewAngelWings: Hey guys! So, in the last chapter I promised that if you all review I would give you guys a special chapter that was about what Erik was doing while locked in Erika's room. Well… you guys reviewed! Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews! I know it's a little late but here is the Erik chapter I promised!
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS CHAPTER IS TOTAL CRACK!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, I ONLY OWN ERIKA!
Anyways, ENJOY!
To the untrained eye, Erik sitting on Erika's bed would look absolutely normal. But being our fan-selves, we know there is something hiding there that we all must investigate.
"Well, what now?" Erik asked himself. He heard Christine and Erika talking.
"What if he gets out?" Christine asked.
"That's why we have locks that lock locks," Erika replied.
"Wait, what?" Erik cried, trying to slide the trapdoor open. "Psh, she thinks that mere locks can keep the OPERA GHOST in?"
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"Mere locks can keep the Opera Ghost in," Erik sobbed. "I am SO pathetic!" He was kneeling on the floor near the trapdoor.
ONE MINUTE LATER
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" Erik yelled, running around in circles on the rug covering the trapdoor. He stopped suddenly and flopped on the floor in a star-position – thinking.
"I'm hungry," he said, sitting up. "What could I eat?" Erik got up and walked around the room, looking for things to eat. "I could eat that weird powder that I found…but Erika said I would die…ha-HA! I can't die, I'm the Phantom of the Opera!" Erik opened the container of blush and put some in his mouth.
"ACK, UGH this is horrible! Water…there – in the bottle!" he cried, picking up Erika's body spray. He sprayed some into his mouth.
"AAAH! That was even worse!" Erik looked around for something to wash out his mouth. That's when he spotted a vase full of flowers. He removed the flowers and pulled some of the water into his mouth. He gargled it for a moment before climbing to the window, opening it and spitting out his water into the street.
"I still need something to do…" Erik muttered, looking around. He saw a journal and smirked. He opened it to the middle and started reading.
OMG I met Erik today! Oh my gosh he is SO hot! He is the most amazing guy ever! He's –ugh – I want to just hold him and kiss him and…hm. Erik smiled and read more – still holding the flowers. Every single entry was about him and how much Erika loved him. Erik started picking the petals off of the flower.
"She loves me, she loves me. She loves me, she loves me," Erik said in a sing-song voice. When he finished plucking all of the petals, he looked at the ground. Spelled out in petals was "SHE HATES YOU MORON!" Erik sat on Erika's bed. He found a tube that he had seen Erika use to suck things up. Maybe it would work for the petals! He pulled out the tube and pressed the button on the side like she had done. Nothing happened. Erik frowned. Then he remembered that a cord had come from the contraption to the wall. He found the end of the cord and found the holes it went in. He hit the switch again and the thing came to life. However – instead of sucking the petals up, it blew things out everywhere. Erik let go of it, trying to turn it off, but he couldn't. Finally he pulled the plug and the contraption stopped. Erik couldn't take much more!
Erik sniffed and pulled himself into a corner. He found a book about him, Christine, Raoul and some other girl. He read it, but was horrified at the events in the story. He was portrayed as a hopeless romantic and a pathetic pansy! Not like the Erik Destler he was! He kept rifling through all of Erika's things when he found a large pink rectangle. It seemed to be made of rubber.
"What does this do?" Erik asked himself. He threw it against the wall. It came back and hit him in the face, but it cleared part of the wall of its grime. Erik just couldn't win!
"I guess I'll just have to sing then," he decided. After three notes escaped his lips, the neighbor started yelling.
"DAMMIT GUSTAV! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Erik stopped and curled up on Erika's bed until they all got home. He heard all the locks snap and he stood up, brushing off his clothes as best he could. She sent him downstairs and when morning came, he heard a yell.
"Erik! What the hell did you do in my room?"
"That's a long story, Mademoiselle," Erik started, putting on his charm and praying that his fast talking would save him from the coming punishment.
MewAngelWings: There ya have it, folks! The special chapter I promised ya! Thank you so much for the lovely reviews! The next chapter should hopefully be out in the next week or two. Please review and bye for now!