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

A/N: I've go to thank the Guest reviewer for reminding me that I haven't written much involving Brad. It's just that I've never really written anything with him as a main character before. Hopefully this chapter is good enough...

Brad woke up at exactly 8:45 in the morning. The stock market opens at 9:30 and he needed to eat breakfast before work. That's what he usually did. But, when he opened his eyes, he realized that that wasn't what he'd be doing today.

This ceiling didn't look like the cracked white plaster ceiling of his bedroom at his apartment. And the bed felt just a little bit less fluffy that the one he was used to. Not to mention the blankets weren't the awful collection of quilts he had at home.

That's when the memories of the previous two days resurfaced in his mind.

Ah. So that's why he was wearing a nightgown!

It was Monday, wasn't it? Yes, Ralph had married Betty on Saturday. And that was two days ago. So, he hadn't missed work yet. Being the clean-cut all-American guy he was, Brad didn't like missing work unless he was sick. Or had a funeral or wedding to go to.

Hopefully he could explain everything to his boss when he got back… if he ever got back. The idea of being stuck here forever wasn't good. Though he wouldn't be, of course. The police would go looking for Brad Majors and Janet Weiss if they were gone for too long. And running away was always an option…

With a sigh, Brad reached for his glasses- then remembered that his bedside table wasn't there.

And that he'd lost his glasses along with the last of his own clothes soon before the floorshow.

Oh well. They were just for seeing street signs and stuff. Everything within four feet of him he could see almost perfectly. Though the glasses had cost quite a bit of money. What a waste!

Shaking his head in annoyance, Brad got out of bed. Somebody (probably the nice girl with the pink hair) had set out some clothes for him. A light blue button down shirt, khaki trousers, a navy blue-and-silver striped silk scarf and white ankle socks.

Brad realized that the scarf was probably supposed to stand in for a tie. After a while he gave up on trying to wear it as such. It really did look silly with the rest of the outfit.

Once his clothes were sorted out, Brad finger-combed his hair in front of the bathroom's mirror. That's all he really could do about his appearance at that point. Though he really needed to shave…

"I'll ask the first person I run into for a razor," he told his reflection.

Then, he left his room. He practically knocked Magenta over when he did (she'd been standing there at the time).

For some reason, she kicked him in the shins.

"Ouch! What was that for?" he shouted.

"I was about to knock on the door to tell you to get up. I was being nice, helping you get up on time," she replied darkly. "And then you bumped into me."

For the first time, someone about a foot shorter than him intimidated Brad. This was very new and very scary. Something just seemed so… evil about Magenta.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You should be," she replied.

And then she walked away.

Annoyed, Brad went looking for the other people living in the castle. He went in direction opposite Magenta to avoid running into her again.

Finally, after wandering aimlessly for a while, he came across his fiancée Janet Weiss leaning against a wall staring into space. Clearly, she was lost in thought.

For some reason she seemed to be wearing clothes that belong to the pink-haired girl. Though that was probably because she didn't have any of her own clothes.

"Hey, Janet," he said.

She jumped. "Brad! Didn't see you standing there…"

They stared at each other in silence for a while. That's when Brad noticed that she still wore the ring he'd bought her. But was that even a good thing?

Janet wasn't the girl she'd been only days ago. Something about her seemed… off. The way she leaned against the wall, maybe? Or was it that funny smell? Yes, that's it… she smelled funny!

That's when he noticed that, in her right hand, she held a cigarette. He'd been so focused on the ring that he hadn't noticed.

"W-w-what's that?" he asked, pointing to the cigarette. "Janet… you don't smoke!"

"Says who? Anyway, you do."

"But you don't!" he shrieked, his face going a bit red. "I can't let you!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Brad, I'm an adult. You aren't in charge of me. Well… you were- but only because I didn't feel like thinking for myself."

"Janet!"

"It's only tobacco. Much better than the other stuff in the Zen Room. Whatever that was made me choke," she explained.

"Janet!"

By then Brad's face was bright red. He was so upset that his arms were flailing around a bit. Now he was really upset. Everything seemed to be going wrong. He could not survive without order.

That's why he liked to have a schedule. Nice and organized. He needed a well thought out daily schedule and a fiancé that listened to him because he really did have her best interest in mind.

"Brad, I'm sorry but… I don't think we should get married," Janet said suddenly.

"You're right, we shouldn't," he snapped. "Give me the ring!"

Without hesitation she handed it to him. Glaring, he stormed off.

"Asshole," she muttered, as he walked away.

Then she tried to breath in the cigarette smoke again… but ended up coughing and coughing. Okay, she wasn't really that into smoking. Both the tobacco and that other stuff made her cough a lot. But Frank claimed that she'd get used to it soon enough.

And it made her feel like a rebel.

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