A/N (9/13/2016): So... I've decided to edit this story. It's not that good and I want to fix it. Though so much fixing is needed I plan to rewrite most of it. I'll keep the story posted while I edit it a bit - which means it won't be 'nice' for a while. All chapters with this note are being worked on.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

October, 1974

Nobody seemed to care that I existed or paid much attention to me - which was in some ways useful - even as I began to behave oddly and exhibit signs of my condition it did draw most people's attention. I realized that I was only still at the castle because I knew too much about the aliens being, well, alien. Leaving would be betrayal and I had nowhere else to go anyway.

Since Frankie was by then busy with his Little Science Project, which apparently involved bringing back corpses, he ignored me. The more I thought about things the more I realized he didn't actually like me at all.

These days only Magenta seems to care about me.

That's probably because nobody ever talks to her these days. Everyone is to busy being clever mad scientists.
"It's really my brother doing the work. He's an actual scientist," she said with a sigh.

We were sitting in our room. It was a Wednesday, sometime in the early afternoon.

Both of us were quite bored.

She sat on her bed, smoking a cigarette and rereading a fashion magazine.

I sat on my bed, watching her read the fashion magazine.

"I wonder what Eddie has been up to lately," I said.

With a laugh, she tossed the fashion magazine on the floor. "You probably don't want to know."

We sat in awkward silence for a minute. Magenta spoke first.

"Speaking of Eddie, won't his son be born in May?"

"I think so. Why?"

"Should we plan on telling him? You're going to start getting fat soon."

I sighed. "He'll probably freak out and tell Frankie. And then I'll be kicked out or murdered. Anyway, I've been eating a lot. That'll explain weight gain."

"Do you have any relatives? To raise Eddie junior?" she asked.

I thought about that. Nobody in my family would approve of that sort of thing. And half of them thought I was dead.

"I don't have any relatives that don't hate me. Eddie has that crazy ex-Nazi uncle who works for the government, but-"

"- If you tell him you'll also have to tell Eddie which will freak everyone out. Lovely."

We sat there in terrible silence.

"Can I pretend the kid is Frankie's? Then I'm less likely to get turned into science project fodder," I said after a moment.

"That'll be worse in the long run. Anyway, he knows that humans and aliens can't have kids."

After a moment I realized something. "Why are you helping me, Magenta?"

She stared at me. "Because… I'm your friend. I guess."

I jumped up and hugged her. "Yay! My weird alien roommate doesn't hate me!"

"Why would I hate you?" she asked, laughing.

"I don't really know. You just seem so… something. So… snobby."

"You seem annoying." She smiled as she said that, so I figured she meant it in a nice way somehow.

Then she lit a cigarette.

We sat there in odd silence for a moment. Then, I heard Frankie shouting from somewhere else in the castle.

"MAGENTA! WHERE ARE YOU? WE NEED DINNER!"

Rolling her eyes, she left the room.

Then she lit a cigarette.

We sat there in odd silence for a moment. Then, I heard Frankie shouting from somewhere else in the castle.

"MAGENTA! WHERE ARE YOU? WE NEED DINNER!"

Rolling her eyes, she left the room.

One Monday, Magenta started reading that book to me again.

"The boring one?"

"It gets better. Just let me read a few more pages."

I gave in.

To my surprise, it got interesting. The main character's friend couldn't visit her because she'd died, and then she met this chick who got in a carriage crash outside her castle.

To my annoyance, Magenta stopped reading at that point.

"I'll read a bit more later," she said.

The next Monday we read more. And the next.

It became our 'thing'.

I spent most of the time sulking moodily or eating too much. She spent most of the time being a domestic or having elbow sex with her brother.

But on Monday evenings we read. Sometimes I read it out loud, too.

And she'd lie next to me those nights.

"Columbia, I think Riffraff is getting suspicious," Magenta said one day.

We were both painting our nails a vibrant shade of red.

"It's pretty obvious we're up to something," I conceded.

"I can't lie to him like this!" she growled.

"Lie? About what?" said a deadpan voice that could only be Riffraff's.

He stood in the doorway looking annoyed. That's not saying much, since he always looks annoyed... and slightly stoned.

"So... you are up to... something," he said quietly.

Magenta nodded.

"Nothing too... terrible?"

"I'm having a baby," I replied.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What does that have to do with-"

"Whose is it?" said someone in the hallway.

Then, I saw Eddie standing behind Riffraff... looking very worried.

This wasn't amusing. At all.

"Your's, of course," I replied.

A terrible silence fell upon the room.

"Whoa. This is weird," Eddie said after a minute.

"Very," Riffraff agreed coldly.

More silence.

"When?" Eddie suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"When are you having the kid?" he asked.

I stared at him. "In May, of course. Don't you remember?"

"Oh! Right."

As Riff Raff led him away, I began to worry. He seemed to have some kind of memory loss. Maybe Riff Raff had given him some of his drugs? Eddie already ended up obtaining enough drugs on his own, he didn't need to be given any more

Hopefully not…

Later that month was Halloween. Magenta and Riffraff don't seem to understand it.

"Why do they dress up?" she asked me.

"For fun," I replied.

"The Master would not approve of such a thing."

These days I was getting more and more annoyed at him. It really was great when it all began. Though he'd technically kidnapped me, life was much better here.

Guaranteed bed and board, you knew everyone pretty well…

That's what makes the castle better.

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