(A/N: Alrighty, as you probably figured out last chapter, Janet and Dr. Scott were abducted. Now we can really get things rollin. Also, I threw in a little Easter Egg to another one musical I enjoy. Let's see if you can spot it; I'll tell you what it is at the end.)
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Chapter 3: Welcome To Transylvania
Falling up. There was no other way to describe it other than falling up. But it wasn't falling-falling. There was no rush of wind or a drop or anything. It was akin to being on an elevator going up, only with nothing beneath their feet as they soared through the flashing light.
Both Janet and Dr. Scott were screaming, but no sound was heard. There was no sound of any kind for that matter, save for a loud humming. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. It could have been a few seconds or it could have been several minutes. But then the feeling of falling up suddenly stopped. A moment later, the light went out.
Janet and Dr. Scott were frozen in place, the former suddenly finding herself standing while Dr. Scott was still firmly seated in his wheelchair. They were no longer in Janet's home, and were now in a completely new environment, a rather futuristic one.
"Tractor beam transportation a success," a voice boomed over a loud speaker. The actual speaker was close by, and Janet and Dr. Scott turned to see a man seated at a control panel. At least he looked like a man, but he was dressed very strangely, the same way a certain alien brother and sister had dressed when they had last saw them nine months ago.
He wasn't alone either. In fact, there were a few dozen people in similar states of dress that were in the room. And what a room it was. A massively large room filled with equipment that was far too technologically advanced for anything on Earth.
As Janet and Dr. Scott stood frozen in place, several of these strange people approached. The sandwich Janet was still holding fell from her hand as the people began examining the two of them with strange tools, checking in their eyes, ears, noses, mouths, and examining their vitals. The ordeal only lasted a few seconds before the people stepped away and another one, a woman, approached, holding a long silver tube.
"Beginning decontamination," she said, speaking in a voice that almost sounded robotic.
She pointed the tube at them, and they were both blasted by a cold mist. The woman blew it all up and down Janet and Dr. Scott's bodies, then turned it off and stepped back.
"Decontamination complete," the woman said. "Welcome to Transexual, Transylvania."
Transexual, Transylvania. The name sent alarm bells ringing in Janet's head, and she slowly glanced at her companion. "Dr. Scott…"
"I know, Janet, I know," he replied, unable to tear his eyes away from the Transylvanians, his hand still in the air holding his own sandwich.
"Janet?"
The familiar voice drew Janet's attention, and she turned to see a face she recognized, despite not having seen it for several months. "Magenta?"
She couldn't believe it, but there she was. Magenta was making her way towards her. She looked tired and worn, with bags and dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't been sleeping well, but it was her, and she was wearing her alien outfit, the same as everyone else.
Magenta quickly closed the distance between them and unexpectedly threw her arms around the bewildered Janet, hugging her close. "It's so good to see you again, my friend."
Friend? Janet wouldn't exactly call Magenta a friend. They were acquaintances at most, but the loud and dramatic way the Transylvanian woman had said this made it seem less like a greeting and more like an announcement that was for the benefit of everyone else present.
Before Janet had time to say anything, Magenta lowered her voice and whispered in her ear with the utmost seriousness. "I'm so sorry for this, but I had no choice. You must go along with whatever I say. All of our lives depend on it. I'll explain later."
Janet's eyes widened and alarm bells started going off in her head, not just at Magenta's words, but at the urgency she heard in them. Something serious was going on, and she and Dr. Scott had somehow gotten dragged into the middle of it.
Pulling back, Magenta gave her one last serious look before plastering a smile on her face. "How have you been? It's been ages."
She gave Janet an expectant look, and Janet realized she was waiting for her to say something. But what could she say after what had just happened? One second she had been in her house having lunch with Dr. Scott, the next she had been abducted by aliens and was apparently in a life or death situation according to an alien she had never expected to see again.
Forcing away the feeling of shock, Janet struggled to find her voice. The only thing she could think to say was, "Magenta, what's going on here?"
The Transylvanian woman nodded, still wearing a forced smile. "Of course, this must have come as quite a shock to you. Not to worry, it won't affect you or the baby in any way. How is the little Furter doing by the way?"
Somehow, through her bewilderment, Magenta's words penetrated through Janet's stupor, and her brow furrowed. "Little Furter?"
Magenta's eyebrows rose, her eyes wide and pleading, and Janet suddenly recalled what the Transylvanian woman had told her about going along with whatever she said. But she had called her son 'little Furter. As in Frank-N-Furter? Where did she get that from? And how did she even know she was pregnant for that matter?
Well, it was obvious as to how she knew, she could see the evidence for herself. But Magenta had spoken as if she had known all along. Had she somehow been spying on her on Earth?
"Alright, that is enough of that," a stern and authoritative voice called out.
Janet's attention shifted to the speaker, and a group of Transylvanians moved aside to make way for them. It was a woman with mocha skin and bright red hair, her face obscured by a macabre mask with a large circular top several times bigger than her head. She was scantly clothed, in a manner that reminded Janet of Frank's typical state of dress, including a cape that was black on the outside and gold on the inside that hung about her.
The woman approached Janet, and Magenta stepped aside to make way for her, lowering her head. Reaching up, the woman removed her mask-like headpiece and handed it to another Transylvanian, revealing a face that was caked heavily with makeup. Janet didn't have a clue as to who this woman was, but she was obviously someone important who was in a position of power and authority.
"You must be Janet Weiss," the woman said as her eyes ran up and down Janet's body.
It took Janet a moment to realize that she was being addressed, and, once more, she responded with the only thing she could think to say. "Um, it's Janet Majors now. I'm married."
"Oh," the woman replied dismissively. She did, however, glance at Dr. Scott. "And you are her husband then?"
Dr. Scott still hadn't moved, the finger sandwich he held still halfway to his mouth. But upon being addressed, he seemed to break out of his stupor. "Certainly not. I am Dr. Everott Scott."
The woman gave him a look of mild interest before cocking her head to the side. "Dr. Scott, you say." She glanced at Magenta. "The one you and your brother were going to let take the fall?"
Magenta lowered her head further. "We needed to point the finger at someone. With him being a scientist that had been searching for us, he made for a convenient scapegoat."
The woman let out a curious, "Hmm", before turning back to the scientist. "And what are you to young Janet here?"
There was a layer of suspicion in her voice that Dr. Scott was quick to address. "Just a friend of the family. I taught both Janet and her husband, Brad, when they were in high school."
The woman gave a nod of understanding. "I see." She reached out and took the sandwich from his hand, and he finally let his hand drop. "And where is your husband now, Janet Majors?" She took a bite of the sandwich as she asked the question, made a face, and then spit it out. "What is this?"
For some reason, the second question seemed more important to the woman so Janet answered it first. "Just a sandwich."
Making no attempt to hide her disgust, the woman carelessly tossed the sandwich to the floor, and a few Transylvanians rushed forward to clean it up while another came forward with a goblet for the woman.
"Your Earth food is repulsive," the woman rudely stated before taking a drink from the goblet. She handed it back to the Transylvanian who gave it to her, then looked back at Janet. "Now then, your husband?"
Janet felt intimidated. Whoever this woman was, she spoke and acted as if she was entitled to everything, even personal information. But given the situation, Janet felt it was best to cooperate. "Brad is dead. He died a few months ago in an accident."
"Hmm," the woman commented uncaringly. "Well, I suppose that will make things simpler. We don't need any other complications getting in the way of things."
Janet felt insulted on behalf of Brad. Not only had this woman dismissed her husband's death like it was nothing, she had actually referred to him as a complication, and implied that he would merely get in the way of… whatever was going on.
Perhaps it was her hormones, but Janet suddenly found herself getting angry and wanting to put this woman in her place. "Excuse me, but who are you, and what is going on?"
"Easy, Janet," Dr. Scott told her, placing a hand on her arm.
A notable sense of unease could be felt going through the crowd of Transylvanians, and Janet wondered if she had just made a mistake in the manner she had spoken to the woman. She cursed herself for her recklessness and suddenly became fearful for herself, Dr. Scott, and her child.
The woman looked surprised at Janet's outburst at first, but then a smile crept up her face. "A spirited woman. I like that. I wonder if my son found that quality in you attractive."
"Your son?" Janet repeated.
Just then, Magenta spoke up, perhaps a little too quickly, as if she had been waiting for a certain moment to say something. "Janet, allow me to explain. You stand in the presence of our queen, the Great Furter, ruler of all of Transexual, Transylvania, and the mother of Dr. Frank-N-Furter."
Janet felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her, and she looked back at the woman, who flashed Janet an arrogant grin. This woman was a queen? And not just a queen, but the queen of an entire planet? That certainly explained her superior-than-though attitude.
But then what Dr. Scott said next filled in the part that had somehow eluded her. "Frank's mother? You're saying that Frank-N-Furter was a prince?"
Magenta nodded. "Indeed he was. I know this is a lot to take in, and I will explain everything to the two of you later."
"Yes," the Old Queen replied. "While you're here, Magenta will assist you in anything you need. If you run into any trouble with her, do feel free to inform me, and I shall see to it that she is properly punished."
Janet didn't like the way the Old Queen said that. There was almost something sinister in her voice, as if she were hoping that Magenta would say or do something wrong to give the queen a reason to punish her. But Janet was more concerned for herself and Dr. Scott right now. "Why are we here?"
The Old Queen raised an eyebrow. "I would have thought that that was obvious by now. You carry my grandchild. Surely I couldn't leave them alone on such a primitive planet. Your child may be a bastard, but it's still the heir to the Transylvanian Royal High Chair."
Her grandchild? As in Frank's child? The Old Queen was under the impression that Janet's child belonged to Frank? Where in the world would she get an idea like that?
Before she could rase the question, Magenta spoke again, once more a little too eagerly. "You see, Janet, after it was discovered that my brother and I mutinied against the prince for his failure to take over Earth and his refusal to return home, I told the queen of how you carried his child. Since you and I are friends, and I know of Earth's culture, the queen assigned me to be your attendant while you are here to make sure all your needs are met. I'll explain in further detail later, but that's basically the short version of things."
The Old Queen nodded. "And you will do well to make sure she is well cared for. Your very life depends on it, as does your brother's."
Magenta nodded and looked at Janet again, her eyes pleading for understanding. Janet felt like she was beginning to grasp the situation, though she still had a lot of questions. One thing was certain though, the Old Queen believed Janet was carrying her grandchild, and it seemed as if it would be in everyone's best interest for her to keep believing that for now.
Apparently though, Dr. Scott didn't get the memo, or perhaps it's because Magenta hadn't whispered the warning to him, because he began saying, "Now hold on a minute, I think there's been some kind of mistake. Janet isn't–"
"Completely helpless," Janet quickly interrupted. "I know how to take care of myself, but seeing as we're on an alien planet, having an attendant would be useful. This is a lot to take in after all. But I'm sure Magenta will tell us everything we need to know later, just like she said she would. So let's leave things until then so we don't waste the queen's time. I'm sure ruling a planet keeps her very busy."
The Old Queen seemed to approve of this and gave a curt nod. "Well said. Now then, Magenta, take our… guests to their room and see to it that they're well cared for. And get them some proper dressing attire."
Janet frowned and looked down at herself, then at Dr. Scott. She was dressed in standard maternity clothes while Dr. Scott was in a suit. What they were wearing was hardly improper, especially compared to the queen's scandalous clothes or the Transylvanians' attire. But she supposed it was a culture thing, and as the saying went, when in Rome.
Magenta motioned for Janet and Dr. Scott to follow her. "If you'll come this way, I will show you to where you're staying."
Janet hesitantly glanced at Dr. Scott before she began following the Transylvanian woman. Dr. Scott began wheeling himself after her. The Old Queen scowled at this and held out her hand.
"Hold," she said, her eyes running over the wheelchair. "What is that?"
Dr. Scott frowned and looked down at his wheelchair. "What is what? You mean my wheelchair?"
"Is that what it's called?" the queen asked in disapproval. "Why are you in it? Surely you can't be that lazy?"
Dr. Scott's brow furrowed and he looked slightly insulted. "I'm a paraplegic," he replied. At the queen's bewildered look, he clarified. "It means I'm paralyzed from the waist down, so I can't walk. I use a wheelchair to get around."
The Old Queen's disapproving frown deepened. "How bothersome."
She snapped her fingers, and the Transylvanians began scurrying about. Several approached Dr. Scott and hoisted him out of his wheelchair and carried him away from it, despite his protests. They held him in a standing position and then, much to his and Janet's shock, began removing his pants.
Janet covered her eyes and turned away. "What are you doing!?"
"You earthlings are so primitive," the Old Queen replied. "This will be far more sufficient."
Some more Transylvanians entered the room, carrying something that Janet didn't get a good look at. They approached Dr. Scott as the others finished removing his pants. The new arrivals then began to slip his legs into something, at which point the scientist stopped resisting and just let them do whatever it was they were doing.
When they finished, they stepped away, and Janet peaked through her fingers to see what they had done. She saw that instead of pants, Dr. Scott was now wearing what seemed to be a garter-belt with net stockings, complete with high-heeled shoes. However, they seemed to be entirely mechanical, made of metal instead of cloth.
The Transylvanians set Dr. Scott on his feet and let him go. The scientist let out a cry of protest and began waving his arms, as if he were going to fall. Janet winced as she prepared to see him do just that, but to both her and Dr. Scott's surprise, he remained standing.
Dr. Scott stared down at his feet in astonishment. "What is this? I'm standing."
The Old Queen scoffed. "Of course you are. You should be able to walk around just fine with those on."
Dr. Scott continued to look down in awe. He took an experimental step forward. When his legs obeyed him, he let out a joyful sound of amazement. He took a few more steps before lifting up one leg and bending and moving it about as he stood on his other one. Then he put his leg down and hopped forward and back, side to side, on one foot. His lower body worked perfectly, as if he had never been paralyzed.
The Old Queen stood with her arms crossed as she drummed her fingers against her arm impatiently. "Are you done yet?"
Dr. Scott looked up, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "I can walk! I can walk!"
"I'm happy for you," the Old Queen replied, not sounding the least bit interested. "Now, if you're quite finished, I'll see the two of you later after you get settled in."
With that, she left the room, her entourage of Transylvanians following after her. Dr. Scott was still fawning over the use of his legs. Janet approached him, and he looked up at her excitedly.
"Janet, look, I can move my legs!" he exclaimed.
"I can see that, it's wonderful," Janet replied, and she meant it, but she was still concerned about their current predicament. "But I think we better go somewhere private so we can speak to Magenta."
Dr. Scott seemed to come back to himself, though he was still distracted by his working legs. "Oh, yes, of course. We have a lot of questions."
Magenta nodded. "And I shall answer them. Follow me please."
She led the way with Janet and Dr. Scott following. They weren't alone though, as four armed Transylvanian guards followed close behind. They each wielded the same ray gun that Riff Raff had used to kill Frank, Columbia, and Rocky back on Earth, and the sight of them made Janet nervous while Dr. Scott remained giddy over the fact that he could walk.
They made their way through what Janet assumed was the palace. It may have seemed cliché, but the place really did resemble the futuristic spacey civilizations found in science fiction B-movies. Janet most definitely didn't want to be here, but for now, it seemed she had no choice.
Magenta eventually led them to a pair of double doors that led into a massive bedroom. "This is where you will stay, Janet. Dr. Scott, your room is right next door. These two rooms actually connect through that door there." She pointed to another door in the bedroom. "This way you can get to each other if you need to. Now come, let me get you settled."
She ushered them inside, then made to close the doors as one of the guards raised a hand in protest.
"We are to keep an eye on the queen's guests," he said plainly.
Magenta nodded. "Yes, yes, and you're doing a fine job of it. But right now, they require some privacy while I fill them in on everything."
That didn't seem to be good enough for the guards, and another one spoke up. "It is our job to protect the mother of the future heir."
"And you can do that from the other side of these doors, just as you do when the queen retires for the night," Magenta insisted, giving them a pointed look. "Come now, you know they're safe with me; my very life and the life of my brother is on the line if anything happens to them. Now, this has been a very big experience for them, and I'm sure they're stressed out. I intend to ease them into the situation, and that will be best done without you hovering over them. The doors will remain unlocked, so you can come in if there's any trouble, but you know good and well that there won't be any danger to them in the palace. Just knock when their change of clothes arrive."
With that, she shut the door and let out a sigh as she rested against it. She then looked back at Janet and Dr. Scott, the latter of which was doing leg exercises. Janet, meanwhile, was admiring a potted plant that rested on the stand beside the bed. She reached out a finger to touch it, and the pod opened up, revealing a mouth, snapping at her finger, but she pulled it back in time.
"Feed me!" the plant pleaded, much to Janet's shock.
"It can talk?" she exclaimed.
Magenta nodded. "It can, and I would advise keeping your fingers away from it unless you want to lose them."
Janet turned back to her, placing her hands on her hips. "I'll remember that, but something tells me we have bigger problems. Are you going to tell us what all this is about now?"
A look of remorse crossed over Magenta's face as she looked at the two humans. "Yes, I imagine you have quite a few questions."
"That's an understatement," Janet snapped, her hormones mixing with justifiable anger. "Magenta, what is going on? Why are we here? Why does the queen think my son is Frank's? And since when has he been a prince?"
"And can I keep these?" Dr. Scott added as he stretched his legs.
Magenta sighed again. "It is a long story, and I'm sorry I dragged the two of you into this. My brother and I truly did intend to leave you and your planet in peace after we left."
"Your brother," Janet repeated, recalling the Transylvanian who had posed as Frank's butler. "Where is Riff Raff?"
A sorrowful look passed over Magenta's face. "Currently, he is in the dungeon."
"I would imagine so if he murdered the crown prince," Dr. Scott replied as he stood on one foot while having bent his other leg so high up that it rested against the side of his head. "Quite frankly, I'm surprised he wasn't executed. What were you thinking killing Frank when he was royalty? Not that I oppose it, he certainly deserved it, but what were you thinking?"
Another sigh escaped Magenta. "It's a long story, and to fully understand it, I must start from the beginning. I'm not sure how much you've figured out about us Transylvanians, but let's start with what you know."
Janet crossed her arms. "No more than what we learned that night. You're aliens that came to Earth for some reason. I imagine it was some kind of invasion that went wrong."
Magenta nodded. "Indeed. We are a race of intergalactic conquerors. We take over different worlds in order to expand our empire and replenish our resources. The queen is the leader of our empire, which she rules with an iron fist."
Dr. Scott was currently sitting on the ground with a leg bent behind his head. "You have a rather eccentric way of invading."
The Transylvanian woman cocked her head to the side. "We prefer to think of it as strategic. Rather than go in guns blazing, as you earthlings would put it, which would only waste valuable resources, lives, money, and time over years of fighting, we instead attempt to integrate the people of the worlds we invade into our society. We lure them in with the different pleasures that life has to offer that we live by to recruit them to our side. And once we have integrated enough people, we dominate the rest. At which point, any resistance we face is crushed, not just by us, but by those we recruited as well."
Janet's eyebrows rose. She had to admit, that was certainly an interesting strategy. They essentially invaded in a way that made different societies want to be taken over. There would be those that resisted, of course, but if their own people turned against them, it would minimize the war that would occur, if not remove war from the equation altogether with the more people that sided with the invaders. Even she had been drawn in to Frank's lifestyle, so she could understand the temptation the invaded people would face.
It seemed that Dr. Scott recognized the genius of this method of invasion as well. "Brilliant," he said as he laid on his stomach, his legs bent up to his head with his feet resting beneath his chin. "Simply brilliant. Win a majority of the populace over with an appealing way of life that will make them want to surrender. It's an indoctrination of sorts."
Magenta nodded. "It is a sound strategy that has been used to conquer many worlds. Earth was our next target, and it was meant to be Prince Frank-N-Furter's first mission as a conqueror."
This was beginning to feel overwhelming, and Janet sat on the bed; also because her feet were hurting after walking and standing for so long in her condition. "And Brad, Dr. Scott, and I stumbled across your base during your invasion. But what's that have to do with why we're here now?"
"I am getting to that," Magenta replied, sounding a little impatient. "Frank wanted to do things his way. He wanted to have the earthlings be indoctrinated into his own pleasure and way of life, which was far more extreme than our standard way of life. I'm sure you've noticed it, but we're a lot more, shall we say, 'liberated' than you earthlings, but Frank's way of life goes far beyond how the rest of us live. And while he was able to draw in a few earthlings, it wasn't even close to a fraction of the minimum amount of recruits he should have converted for as long as we had been there. But because he refused to give up on the lifestyle he wanted to indoctrinate the earthlings into, we weren't really getting anywhere, not even when he resorted to brainwashing."
Yes, Janet was well aware of that. And his brainwashing had begun to work too. He had begun to twist her, Brad, Dr. Scott, Columbia, and Rocky in such ways that they had practically become puppets on his strings to control as he saw fit, even changing Brad and Dr. Scott's sexuality.
"However," Magenta continued, "along the way, he became less concerned with fulfilling his mission and more concerned with fooling around and indulging in his own pleasures. I believe you bared witness to a few of these events."
That was definitely true. A massive party, creating Rocky to use as a sex slave, recruiting Janet, Brad, and Dr. Scott into, not just the extreme version of the Transylvanian way of life, but also as part of the harem he was building up for himself. Definitely not the kind of behavior one would expect from a royal galactic invader sent to conquer a planet.
"It soon became apparent to Riff Raff and myself that the prince's lifestyle was too extreme for our invasion method to work, and that his interests were not beneficial to the mission, and even put us at risk of discovery, as you know well, Dr. Scott."
In the middle of doing squats, Dr. Scott nodded. "Yes, he definitely got careless, that's how he fell upon our radar."
"Which only concerned us further," Magenta continued. "Particularly when you arrived at the mansion that night. Not for the first time, we implored the prince for us to go home, but he refused. He was adamant about relishing in his pleasures. And so we came to a decision. With the mission an obvious failure and the growing threat of discovery, Riff Raff and I staged a mutiny while the prince was preparing for his floorshow. The abuse we suffered at his hands, especially on my brother's end, made the decision easy."
Yes, that much had been apparent. Riff Raff had seemed rather vengeful and merciless when he killed Frank that night. And not just him, but Rocky and Columbia too. Dr. Scott hadn't been against Riff Raff's decision to execute Frank since he, understandably, wanted justice for Frank murdering his nephew, for which neither Janet nor Brad could argue against.
"Why did you kill Rocky and Columbia too?" Janet found herself asking.
Magenta raised an eyebrow as if the answer should be obvious. "We mutinied against the crown prince. Despite him committing treason in our eyes, that is an offense punishable by death. We had no choice but to kill him so he couldn't tell the queen what we did. Which is why we fabricated a story and placed the blame on you, Dr. Scott; for which I apologize, but we did make sure to keep anything about you unknown from the queen so she couldn't take revenge on you."
Sitting cross-legged and doing butterflies, Dr. Scott nodded again. "I can understand why you would do that. And while I'm not happy about you using me as a scapegoat, I'm grateful that you didn't sell me out."
Magenta then returned her attention to Janet. "As for why we killed Rocky and Columbia, we had no choice. Columbia may have been a dear friend of mine, but she was also devoted to the prince, especially after the brainwashing inflicted on her during the floorshow; not even her love for Eddie was enough to sway her loyalty to Frank. And since she was a part of our inner circle, we couldn't leave her behind since she knew too much about us; that would raise too many questions among the earthlings if she talked. And taking her with us was out of the question since there was too big of a risk that she would rat on us to the queen about what we did."
She looked from the expectant mother to the scientist. "We spared the two of you and Brad because you didn't know all that much about us, no more than what Dr. Scott's organization already knew. Even if you did talk to anyone else, it would be unlikely that they would believe you, especially with your limited knowledge. And the fact that you were victims of Frank worked in our favor as well."
Janet reluctantly agreed with everything the Transylvanian woman was saying, even her reason for killing Columbia. Though she couldn't condone murder, she could see why they had felt the need to kill her. "But what about Rocky? Why did you have to kill him? You could have just left him behind with us."
At this, Magenta sighed. "That was more of my brother's doing. Perhaps, but he wanted to leave no evidence of our presence behind. Bad enough that we spared you and the rest of the guests who had been at the party that night, but they didn't know who we were either. And like with Columbia, to bring Rocky along would have raised too many questions and out us at risk; you saw how distressed he was at Frank's death. There's also a good chance the queen would have simply disposed of him anyway."
She hesitated a moment. "I suppose we could have left him with you, but it was ultimately my brother who made the decision. I think he was resentful towards Rocky because of how much time and dedication the prince spent on creating him rather than focusing on the mission. Also because he was angry that the prince beat him for allowing Rocky to escape while under his watch."
Janet felt tears threaten to creep up in her eyes as she remembered the grief Rocky had displayed at witnessing his creator ruthlessly getting gunned down before he was zapped of life as well. That had not been easy for her to see, but fear for her own life and the lives of Brad and Dr. Scott had kept her practically frozen in place at the time, preventing her from helping Rocky.
"If I'm honest," Magenta continued, "there was even some real debate of whether we should kill you two and Brad that night as well, but in the end, we decided not to. Janet, you and Brad were innocent victims of the prince, and Dr. Scott, we felt sorry for you for the loss of your nephew, so we took pity on you three and let you live. However, we did keep tabs on you after we returned home to make sure that if you did tell anyone anything that they really would believe you. We were pleased to see that you kept silent about things."
Janet sniffed, pushing away her sorrows, and raised her chin. "We knew no one would believe us. Besides, we just wanted to get back to our normal lives and forget about everything that happened."
Magenta nodded in understanding. "Well, whatever your reason, we are grateful for your silence."
Feeling a kick in her stomach, Janet was suddenly reminded of the question she had asked that had led to Magenta's story. "But none of that explains why Dr. Scott and I are here, or why the queen thinks my baby if Frank's."
Letting out a sigh, Magenta lowered her eyes. "I'm afraid that is my fault. You see, despite our attempts to cover up the murder of the prince, the queen eventually found out when she managed to recover some of the deleted security footage of that night. She was going to have both Riff Raff and myself executed for it." She looked back up. "I mentioned that we had kept tabs on you, that is how we knew of your pregnancy. By the way, I'm very sorry for the loss of your husband."
"Thanks," Janet muttered irritably at the seemingly lack of empathy Magenta had displayed, as if her condolences had simply been a requirement and not something she actually felt sorry about.
Magenta either didn't pick up on the bitterness in Janet's voice or she ignored it. "Out of desperation to save my brother and myself, I fabricated a story of how you were carrying the prince's child. I knew the two of you had become intimate that night, and bits of the recovered security footage showed you and the prince in bed together. So I was able to convince the queen that the child was his."
"But it's not," Janet insisted. "It's true that Frank and I got intimate, but it was strictly oral." Color filled her cheeks at the confession and she briefly glanced at Dr. Scott in embarrassment. "I didn't actually lose my virginity until… until I was with Rocky. He was my first."
Her blush deepened, but Magenta appeared unfazed by her embarrassment and simply nodded. "Yes, I'm aware. I had been watching the security camera, and both Columbia and I heard you tell Rocky of your experience. Or rather, your lack of it."
Janet turned a darker shade of red. "Y-You… You were watching us? You saw all that?"
Seeming to find her discomfort amusing, Magenta smirked at her. "And heard it. You and Rocky put on quite the show, and you especially were rather vocal. That must have been quite the experience for your first time."
Janet felt as if she could die of embarrassment. She had thought it had been bad when she and Rocky had simply been discovered together, but now that she knew that Magenta and Columbia had been watching them the whole time and that she had Rocky had basically put on a hardcore porn show for them, she was utterly mortified. The two of them had done so much together, with Janet indulging in all of her forbidden fantasies and experiencing all the desires and curiosities that had been awakened in her after Frank had come to her room that night. Knowing now that all that had been on display, she wished the ground would just swallow her up.
"Don't look so embarrassed," Magenta told her, still smiling. "The two of you were clearly having a great deal of fun. We even did you the courtesy of not reporting your whereabouts while the prince and my brother were searching for Rocky after his escape was discovered. We chose not to interrupt you and pretended that we didn't know where you were out of courtesy since you were both immensely enjoying yourselves."
Janet covered her heated face, unable to stand the embarrassment. She wished that she had remained in the dark about Magenta and Columbia watching. But since she and Rocky had made love in his birthing tank, she could only hope that they had had been hidden from view of the cameras.
Willing the warmth out of her cheeks, she lowered her hands. "But then you know that my child is Rocky's. Brad and I didn't become intimate until several weeks later, and I had no other lovers before then. So why would you tell the queen my child was Frank's?"
The teasing smile left Magenta's face as the seriousness of the situation returned. "I was desperate. I needed to come up with a reason for the queen to keep me around. This was all I had been able to think of at the moment to buy some time until I could figure out a way for my brother and I to escape. I knew the queen would claim the child, and I convinced her that since you and I were friends and that I knew what earthlings and life on Earth was like that I would be of use in taking care of you and helping you adapt while you're here."
Janet's eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't exactly call us friends."
"Perhaps," Magenta agreed. "But as I said, I was desperate for anything that would buy us time."
At this point, Dr. Scott had stopped with his leg movement experiments, though he was currently doing a split. "What you've bought is a big heaping pile of trouble. And now you've dragged Janet and myself into this mess."
"And for that I apologize. It was a spur of the moment idea, and it did buy some time." She looked at Janet's protruding stomach. "Though I fear not that much."
Janet gave her a dirty look. "Why? Is it because I'm almost due?"
At the Transylvanian woman's nod, Dr. Scott said, "Well, hopefully your son's features will not reveal that Frank isn't the father. Or maybe we can convince the queen that he takes after your side of the family."
Magenta gave him a look. "While the queen does seem to believe that your child is Frank's, there's a good chance that she will still have a paternity test done to be sure, especially if the child doesn't resemble the prince, which we know it won't. But even if we can convince her that he takes after Janet and she does accept him as her grandson without checking, the two of you will have outlived your usefulness, as will have I. She'll either keep the child and send you back to Earth, or she may just dispose of you both."
"Never!" Janet insisted, hugging her stomach. "I'll never allow anyone to take my son from me!"
Magenta nodded in understanding. "I wouldn't expect you to. In all likeliness, she will simply dispose of you; it'll be simpler that way. Which is why we need to figure out a way to rescue my brother from the dungeon and escape."
Janet gave her a bewildered look. "How are we supposed to do that?"
Magenta sighed and shook her head. "I do not know, but we must figure out a way before your son is born, because once he is, Riff Raff and I will be executed or imprisoned for life while you and Dr. Scott will either be sent back to Earth or disposed of as well."
Dr. Scott swallowed as he prepared to ask the question he felt that he already knew that answer to. "And if she figures out that Janet's son isn't actually Frank's?"
The Transylvanian woman gave him a serious look. "Then she will simply kill us all."
(A/N: Ok, as I'm sure you've noticed, there was no song this chapter. I just couldn't find a place to include one, so no song this time. But a lot of other stuff has happened. Janet and Dr. Scott have been dragged into Magenta's scheme, and now they're going to have to work together if they want to survive. Not only do they need to keep the queen convinced that Janet's son is her grandson, but they need to find a way to rescue Riff Raff and escape before the baby is born. Quite the conundrum. But hey, at least Dr. Scott can walk, sort of. Will they be able to pull off this miracle and get away? Only time will tell, so stay tuned. Oh, and by the way, if you didn't pick up on the Easter Egg, it was the planet that Magenta warned Janet not to touch. It was supposed to be the same plant species as Audrey II from Little Shop Of Horrors. I thought that would be a fun reference to throw in there. Props to those who picked up on it. See you next time.)