A/N: Prepare to meet the strangest RHPS OC you have ever seen! AnnaleaseTurner owns her and the idea of her, but don't judge her. Read & Review!
Meanwhile on Transsexual, a young looking woman was sitting on a chair in front of a mirror as someone worked on Makeup for her and her hair. Her gaze was distant almost as if she wasn't seeing her face in the mirror. This woman could be considered beautiful but the smile on her lips often made people think of her as strange rather than beautiful. Her hair was as soft and black as a raven's downy feather, her eyes were chocolate-colored and doe-like, however her lips were a slightly natural blood red and were in her usual smile. Her chin was delicate and her cheekbones were structured. A gentle hum of a song could be heard.
There came in the chubby old queen, smiling brightly at the young looking woman, cupping her hands together. "Ah, there's my future daughter-in-law!" she squeezed the young woman, kissing her on the cheeks, then backing up. "You must be delighted, my dear! My son is a fool if he turns you down!"
The woman looked at the Queen. "Yes, Annette is very pleased your majesty, she requests you forgive her for not curtsying her maid is trying to make her look nice..." Her voice was childlike, respectful, and slightly spacey all at once. She sometimes spoke of herself in third person, but this was often, only when her outlook on the world was most different, though she understood about the 'other world'. Reality to her is the other world, especially on her personal view on a world she would think of as normal.
"Oh, very good," the Queen smiled. "I trust that it'll be among grandest celebration that you marry my darling Frankie. Hopefully his little girl will keep quiet about you, she's a little chatter box that one is. We just have to wait for Frankie now, Annette."
Annette smiled a little more sweetly and allowed her maid to turn her back around to finish the preparations to meet Frank. Her dress was quite fitted and was a burgundy red with dark lace trimmings, it was styled in the usual noble Transsexual style but with a little more plainness. Her hair had been pinned back from her face but was loose and curled behind her head down to her mid-back.
"Oh, this is just so exciting!" the Queen giggled and clapped, eager for the wedding.
Annette giggled as well, the Queen's excitement more susceptible to her, she moved one of the curly strands over her shoulder. "Annette can't wait either, Your Majesty."
"Annette is going to make me one proud mama." the Queen laughed with a smile.
When the maid was done, she stepped back, looking at the floor in respect for her 'lady' and the queen. Annette thanked her and looked back at the queen. "Where will we meet Prince Frank?" she asked, sweetly, becoming more focused of the other world.
"He lives now in the mysterious place they call 'Ea-arth." the Queen pronounced the best she could. "We'll go later on."
Annette nodded once again. "Yes, your Majesty. May Annette offer you some tea while we wait?"
The maid took alert to this as she tidied up the vanity table and prepared to go make fresh tea quickly.
"You're offering me tea? How indifferent!" the Queen smiled, sitting on her now crushed chair with her fat leg crossed over her other. She then happily looked out, feeling full of herself seeing the royal subjects outside her window preforming regular duties and living the way they wanted without anyone to judge them, but that's what Transsexual was all about! "I remember the night Frankie was born, most painful, yet best night of my life, the night that my beautiful creature was destined to be born!"
Annette smiled too and hummed a gentle tune. She was happy, but something was nibbling at her inside, would Prince Frank-N-Furter reject her or not. "Your family is truly the most beautiful..." she told the Queen, mostly because of how striking her eyes were. She had seen portraits of the Furters and was struck by how their eyes were.
"Oh, I know that, honey," the Queen smiled. "I knew that from when I took throne with Frankie's father. And you are just as, if not more beautiful than I am, my dear!"
Annette blushed. "Thank you, your Majesty, but you and your family are the best on Transsexual."
"Oh, that just warms my three hearts." the Queen gushed at her compliments. "Where were you when I wanted a daughter to be born to me?"
"I wasn't even a twinkle," Annette smiled. "But, at least I will get a chance now." She was almost awed that the Queen of the 'other world' wanted her as a daughter which was surprising, she herself didn't think she was worth much, not even a noble in her own world.
Back on Earth, Cosmo was scolding LP. She had been in the Terminal Ward once again, offering to comfort and support Brad. Nation gently scolded her, then went to make dinner and decided that maybe LP was just bored sitting which was why she went exploring unattended. She decided to make the girl useful and help her with dinner.
"Spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti!" LP sang as she followed Nation to the kitchen. She then saw Janet, Emily, and her husband, Harry. "Not spaghetti..." she observed.
"Hello." Nation smiled at Janet, Emily, and Harry.
"Hello." The Weiss family greeted back.
"Oh, hello there!" Janet grinned, walking in her new dress to LP. "Are you one of my fans?"
LP raised an eyebrow at Janet. She seemed a lot different since the last time she saw her, apart from her having twins with Brad and them now being married. "Who are you and why do you sound like a man in a little black dress?...Are you a fish?"
Nation blinked and gave a nervous laugh. "Come on, LP, dear."
"But why are they here?" LP whined as she was taken away. "Aw, come on, Nation!"
Nation looked at LP. "It's funny, sweetheart, but you mustn't go around, calling people fish." she said as soon as they were out of earshot from the Weiss family.
"Fine, I'll stop," LP harrumphed, folding her arms. She then turned and saw a working video camera. "OH, MY OPHELIA, I'M ON TV!" she screamed suddenly, rushing to the camera with her tongue dangling from her mouth. "I'm on TEEEVEEEE! I'm on TEEEVEEE!"
Nation slapped her hand over her eyes and shook her head, laughing. "LP, we're going to make dinner, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." LP laughed, then went back to Nation.
Nation managed to get them into the kitchen with no further mishaps or distractions. She then got them sorting out dinner.
"Spaghetti, Spaghetti!" LP sang, running in the kitchen with a fork. She was indeed younger than she should be.
Cosmo was reading some paper and quickly folded it to hide it. "He knows too much!"
Nation looked at her brother. "Who knows too much?" she looked at him, but kept a glance to make sure LP wouldn't hurt herself.
Cosmo turned to Nation, keeping the paper away. "Brad has made a discovery... he and Farley are twins."
"He had to find out sometime." Nation sighed.
"What are we gonna do now?" Cosmo sighed, looking back to make sure LP wouldn't be eavesdropping.
"We're gonna have to be allow things to play things out," Nation shrugged. "It'll all turn out okay."
"Who'd think Brad Majors was adopted?" Cosmo asked himself, looking at the orphanage papers with Farley and Brad as children on them, Farley didn't wear glasses but Brad, of course, did.
"What're we looking at?" LP came over with a wooden spoon in her hand and a silver pasta drainer on her head like a helmet.
Nation looked at LP, and looked amused with her choice in fashion with kitchen appliances. "Oh, a warrior... Cosmo was just talking about a story in the newspaper. Now, warrior, let us prepare dinner before Cosmo turns evil."
"Yes... just a silly news story, it's a grown-up thing." Cosmo added to Nation's explanation, then looked long at LP's new look.
"I'm grown up!" LP protested.
"Sorry but you're going to need this for noodles, not for your noggin." Cosmo took the pasta drainer off her head.
Nation gave a conspiratorial wink, then playfully gasped. "Oh, no, it's started!" she whispered, then went to put the pasta on.
"What's started?" LP asked, watching Nation.
Nation looked at her again with another wink. "Cosmo's evil side, because's he's hungry." she stage whispered.
"Oh, no!" LP gasped like a frightened child. "Hes not gonna eat all the spaghetti, is he?"
Nation patted LP's head. "No, he won't eat it all, that's why I'm putting a lot in."
"Don't get tubby, Cosmo." LP giggled, gripping the pasta bowl. She then sighed and handed it to Nation to use to cook with.
Laura came into the kitchen for a moment. "Bert's on his way for something to drink." She then collected some water and bounced off.
LP noticed what Laura had said. She had never heard of this Bert person. "Bert? Who's Bert? Is he your son?" she wondered, looking at the siblings.
"Erm, no, Bert is a friend." Cosmo said, uneasily.
Nation pulled a slight face and then returned to her normal look. "Just be careful not to be alone with him" she murmured.
A few seconds later a man with a black bob, sunglasses and a bright yellow suit came walking in. "Hello!" he exclaimed, not saying his normal phrase as he knew the siblings had enough of that when they were doing the first part of the show.
LP squeaked, then rushed to behind Cosmo and Nation. Bert's sudden appearance and shock surprised her. She looked at him and all around, but stayed hidden. She didn't even ask if Bert was a fish.
Nation looked at Bert, forcing a natural looking smile on her face. "Hello, Bert, nice day."
Bert smiled back and looked at LP, she had been standing behind Nation. "Who is this little girl?" he asked with a weird grin appearing on his face.
LP squeezed below Nation's waist, feeling scared. "He is something kind of strange..." she mumbled to herself, avoiding contact with the strange man."
"She's... She's here to see Miss Mental Health!" Cosmo covered up. "Isn't that right?"
"Huh?" LP wondered, not knowing who that is.
Nation patted LP's hand. "Don't worry."
Bert didn't look convinced, however he shrugged. He wouldn't go after a minor. "I just came to get a few drinks..." he then went to fetch some from the fridge.
"Is he going to bite me?" LP asked with wide eyes and pouting.
"Just stay with us and you will be fine." Cosmo assured her, quietly.
"Should I say hello?" LP lowered her eyes, looking at the floor in front of her.
Nation glanced back at LP. "You can say hello if you want to, dear."
Bert headed back to the kitchen door. He seemed awfully happy about something.
LP came out, with her hands behind her back. She shuffled her feet, seeing Bert and tilted her head. "He reminds me of Daddy's old friend, Lester Fuzz..."
"Interesting," Nation said softly, then smiled. "Wanna go and get the plates out?" she asked, showing which way the cupboards they were in.
Bert had one last thing to say, smirking evilly inside, "Hooplah!" he exclaimed, hurrying off.
LP's eyes widened again, she then frowned a little at that exclamation. "Daddy..." she said softly, then went to the cupboard Nation told her about and went to pass them out for their dinner.
Nation watched LP, a brief sad look passing over her face. She was still upset that she couldn't marry Frank.
LP passed the plates and climbed into a shopping cart in the kitchen, using the ladle to use it as an oar and rolled all around the kitchen. for someone her age, she really did have a big imagination and filled with child-like wonder.
Nation watched LP and smiled as she was amused. She found it funny with the use of a shopping cart and a ladle as a makeshift gondola or boat.
"Oh, kitchen of running waterrrr!" LP sang in an Italian fashion, rowing with the ladle. "I am Little Precious Furter!"
"How old does that girl think she is?" Cosmo glanced at her, strangely.
Nation just chuckled and soon had the pasta done.
The McKinley siblings then ate their spaghetti dinner with the Furter girl. Back at the castle, aftering talking with Frank, Miracle was making dinner with her parents. Miracle was cooking the others' main meal. She kept on glancing at Frank. Riff Raff was glaring but helping Magenta make the 'iced cream'. Frank came out of his room, carrying a large collection of little girl toys and dresses. He was pondering what to do with them, but looked at them sadly.
"I know vhat I'm doing!" Magenta growled, her personal space invaded. "I think cherries are these blue things." she took out a blueberry.
"Could I help?" Frank offered.
Magenta glanced at him, then her eyes widened. "You vant to help?" she couldn't believe he of all people would ask that.
Riff Raff seemed completely gobsmacked at Frank's offer to help and Miracle's willing to allow him to. Then again both siblings didn't know what had happened.
"Could you please come and get the salt, sir?" Miracle asked Frank.
"Okay." Frank sighed, dropping the box and getting some salt.
Miracle offered a tentative smile and then continued to cook.
Riff Raff shook his head clear and then looked at the fruit. "I think cherries are red..." he murmured to Magenta.
Magenta glared at him, pinching the blue fruit. "I think I know what cherries are, and I like blue better, so I pick blue!" she put the blue fruits into the mixture.
Riff rolled his eyes, but chuckled.
"Thank you for the comfort Miracle, I really needed that." Frank said, softly, still a little shaken.
Miracle continued to cook and made some quiet small talk with Frank.