Hello Phans! It's been far too long since I updated! And all y'all had a pretty good point about all of them being supper crazy, but honestly, I believe they would be like that. They're sociopaths. We love seeing them over-react. Don't fret though! They'll all end up together... after a lot of work and extreme training.
But they will all hook up! I promise!
Chapter Three: On Self-Control:
Dr. Rafiya: (sighs and clears her throat) Okay...(picks a piece of wood out of her hair) that was still...interesting.
Phantom: I think that was an improvement.
Dr. Rafiya: (picks out a piece of glass from her hair) Where did you guys get glass? This room has no windows.
Sweeney: There's glass in the doors.
Beast: And chairs.
Jekyll: And in my glasses... (stares sadly at a pair of broken frames)
Hyde: At least you'll look less like a dork.
Jekyll: I do not look like a do-
Dr. Rafiya: Quiet, you two... or one. Not exactly sure. But I have been with you and the girls-
Jekyll: Emma?
Hyde: Lucy?
Beast: Belle?
Phantom: Christine?
Sweeney: Johanna? Lucy?
Frollo: That gypsy witch?!
Javert: Eponine?
Everyone: (scoots away from Javert) WHAT?!
Dr. Rafiya: (scribbles something in her notebook) Mhm...
Javert: I never said anything!
Phantom: Dude, she's like half your age! You have no chance!
Hyde: You're one to talk! What are you like... seventy?
Phantom: (slips lasso out of his sleeve)
Dr. Rafiya: (steps in between them) See, this is what we need to work on. You all need to calm down... like a lot.
Phantom: I'm not that old!
Dr. Rafiya: We know. But sometimes people say things they don't mean. Right?
Hyde: We all know it's the tru-
Dr. Rafiya: (points a screwdriver at him, without breaking eye contact with the Phantom)
Frollo: Rotten gyps-
Dr. Rafiya: Don't get me started. (points at Frollo)
Beast: Whose receiving the therapy exactly?
Dr. Rafiya: You. (puts screwdriver away and straightens up) Now whenever you feel like punching someone or saying a bad word, I want you to count to ten.
Beast: This is stupid.
Sweeney: I agree with the mini Appa.
Beast: Hey!
Dr. Rafiya: Remember...
Beast: (grudgingly) One... Two... Three... Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten. Hey, that actually worked!
Dr. Rafiya: Duh! I'm always right...
Phantom: Fat chance.
Frollo: You have to be joking.
Dr. Rafiya: (Looks at her phone) Oh look. I just got a tweet from Quasimodo. He left the bell-tower-
Frollo: WHAT?!
Dr. Rafiya: And he's dating Esmerelda.
Frollo: (is seething) I'm gonna ski-
Dr. Rafiya: Remember...
Frollo: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight-
Beast: This will fail.
Frollo: Nine-
Phantom: This is still the stupidest thing I've ever heard. And I heard High School Musical. (shivers)
Frollo: Ten.
Dr. Rafiya: How do you feel?
Frollo: Like killing that gypsy witch.
Phantom: See! I told you!
Dr. Rafiya: Okay...Not exactly the response I was looking for. What did you feel before?
Frollo: Like burning down all of Paris.
Dr. Rafiya: So less angry?
Frollo: I see nothing but red.
Dr. Rafiya: I'll take what I can get!
Frollo: (Storms out of the room, mumbling swear-words)
Jekyll: Did Quasimodo actually do any of that?
Dr. Rafiya: Of course not! I made it all up... Oh no! (Rushes out of the room)
Phantom: (texts)
Beast: Who are you texting?
Phantom: Quasimodo. He might want to lay low for a while.
Hyde: (raises an eyebrow) Freak alert.
Phantom: (shrugs) Ugly guys have to band together. Have you seen Frankenstein, anywhere?
(A couple hours later)
Esmerelda: What happened to your eye?
Dr. Rafiya: (rubs her black eye) I-I ran into a pole.
Belle: Interesting pole... I don't remember poles having fists.
Christine: Are those ring marks?
Dr. Rafiya: That's not important. So have you been making any progress.
Christine: Nope. Just another music lesson.
Lucy: I got beat up again.
Emma: Good riddance, you little s-
Dr. Rafiya: Woah... Let's not use that kind of language, 'round here. Now I was just talking to the guys about this-
Meg: HE'S HERE?! THE PHANTO-
Eponine: So help me God, if you continue that sentence, I will snap you.
Everyone: Jeez... Catty.
Eponine: Sorry. Just a bit crabby from walking in the rain... AGAIN!
Dr. Rafiya: (stares at them through her good eye) I think we should all learn a new game. Its called Count-To-Ten.
Christine: Sounds stupid.
Dr. Rafiya: It's not. Let's just say, your, umm-
Christine: (dreamily) Angel of Music.
Eponine: And I thought I was delusional...
Dr. Rafiya: Remember this is a non- judgemental environment.
Esmerelda: Psh! In what dimension?
Dr. Rafiya: Let's just say your, Angel, turns out to be a man living in the bottom of the Opera House you're living in, who has a very... "interesting" relationship with you... What would you feel?
Christine: (seething) I see red.
Dr. Rafiya: (puts on protective chemistry goggles) Now count to ten.
Christine: Where did you get your degree exactly?
Dr. Rafiya: Doesn't matter. Now count to ten.
Christine: Will it get me out of here faster? I have a huge performance, in like an hour.
Dr. Rafiya: Whatever, just do it!
Belle: It was off the internet, wasn't it?
Dr. Rafiya: Shut up and do it!
Christine: One, Two, Three, Four-
Eponine: These things never work.
Christine: Five, Six, Seven-
Lucy: This doesn't look too good.
Christine: Eight, Nine, Ten.
Dr. Rafiya: (using Meg as a human shield) How do you feel?
Christine: Better. This stuff actually works, Doc.
Esmerelda: Can we go now?
Dr. Rafiya: Yes... and Christine?
Christine: Hmm?
Dr. Rafiya: You might wanna lessen the music lessons a bit.
Christine: Why?
Dr. Rafiya: No reason.
Christine: (Shrugs and leaves)
Dr. Rafiya: And now to check this eye...
Thanks for reading! I made it extra long just for you!
P.S. These characters are getting therapy throughout their stories. THERE WILL BE NO SEQUELS!
So recap; Each character is experiencing one of these scenarios:
-Jekyll and Hyde: The six week period after Jekyll turns into Hyde.
-Phantom Of The Opera: Right before "Think Of Me"
-Les Miserables: "Look Down, Reprise" in Act Three.
-Hunchback of Notre Dame: Quasimodo is preparing to go outside
-Beauty and The Beast: (based on the Broadway Version) Belle just lost her freedom
So now you know. Just for future references.
Please R&R,
Soprano