(A/N: Alright, here we go. This has been a long time in coming. Now, I'm not a fan of stage musicals, there's really only like 3 that I enjoy, but Rocky Horror is easily my favorite. I was really glad to hear that there was a sequel, but was very disappointed after watching Shock Treatment. They call that a sequel? What garbage. But then I learned that they had other sequel ideas planned, which were dropped. So I decided to do the sequel that Rocky Horror should have gotten. So I did a bunch of research and found several different plots for possible sequel ideas that were ultimately dropped in favor of them doing Shock Treatment instead. I decided to incorporate those ideas into this story. Not just the ideas, but the unused songs that were written for the sequel that never happened. Yes, this is also going to be my first song-fic. I think each chapter is going to have at least one song, so that'll be an interesting experience for me. These are the songs that we're going to be used in the dropped movie sequel. And just to clarify, all the songs that will appear are canceled, incomplete songs that were never released or published or anything, so they should be ok to use. Oh, and if I haven't made it clear, this story completely disregards Shock Treatment so that never happened. This story directly follows Rocky Horror alone, so let's get to it.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Second Disclaimer: The song that appears in this chapter is the unused and unreleased song intended for the canceled Rocky Horror sequel. It's called Short End Of The Stick, by Richard O'Brien, all credit goes to him. Since the song was never released, it should be ok to use.

"A SPACE OPERA: ROCKY HORROR CONTINUES"

Chapter 1: Revenge of the Old Queen

It was always nerve-wracking to be summoned before royalty, especially these days. So when Riff Raff and his sister, Magenta, were summoned by the leader of Planet Transsexual in the galaxy of Transylvania, they were on edge even more so than usual.

Ever since they had returned with the news that the mission to take over Earth by integrating the planet into their society had ended in failure, resulting in the death of Prince Frank-N-Furter, his mother, the sole ruler of Transylvania, had been unpredictably violent, and was even quick to have anyone who angered her sentenced to death. In fact, both Riff Raff and Magenta had been afraid that she would bring her wrath down on them after they had delivered the news of the death of her son.

Even though that had been several months ago, the siblings still feared that the queen would come to learn of their involvement in Frank's death. More specifically, that it had been Riff Raff who had killed Frank by blasting him with a ray of antimatter. But really, he had been left with little choice.

The prince was a pervert with sex addiction who was more interested in indulging in his own pleasures and personal life style than fulfilling the mission. He wasted their planet's technology and resources on his own interests, giving little to no care of the mission. After all their time on Earth, they had only managed to convert a handful of humans to the Transylvanian way, and Frank would spend most of his time partying with them.

This had gone on for years. And what was worse, he was compromising who they were. Some earthlings had even figured out they were aliens, like Dr. Everett Von Scott, and were making plans to move against them, and still Frank hadn't cared, not as long as he could have his pleasures. As far as Riff Raff and Magenta were concerned, the mission was a failure and the prince was a traitor. They were just tired of everything and wanted to go home, but Frank wouldn't let them, and was even known to beat them if they opposed him in any way or failed him, even if it was over something trivial.

Finally, they'd had enough. One night while Frank was building up a harem for himself, including two new humans, a man he had made himself, and even Dr. Scott, they'd made their move once they realized that Frank had no intention of carrying out the mission and was going to continue to live as he saw fit, regardless of the consequences. What more, he wasn't going to let Riff Raff or Magenta leave either, and would continue to treat them as little more than his slaves. If they ever wanted to see their home again, they would need to overthrow the prince.

Of course, moving against royalty was a horrible crime, and so they couldn't allow Frank to live. And while it was true that it had been immensely satisfying to put the mad prince down, Riff Raff and Magenta knew the consequences for their actions. So they had fabricated a story to tell his mother when they returned while hiding the evidence of their involvement.

Understandably, the queen had been livid at the loss of her son, but it seemed she had bought their story. With no evidence, and even the video footage from security deleted, she only had their word to go off of. So they had been dismissed, and had only had to meet with the queen a few times ever since in the months that had followed. So it wasn't too suspicious that they were being summoned again for one reason or another, but it still made them nervous.

Together, they made their way to the throne room. They had been in here several times before, but there was something different this time, though they couldn't place their fingers on it. There almost seemed to be an air of menace in the room that made them extra nervous. Or maybe they were just imagining it since it had been so long since they had last been summoned by the Great Furter, also known as the Old Queen. And as they entered, the ruler of Planet Transsexual sat on the Royal High Chair as she waited for them, her expression giving away nothing.

Approaching the throne, they bowed. "You have summoned us, my queen," Riff Raff said carefully.

He raised his eyes slightly. The Old Queen sat on her large golden throne, an unreadable expression on her face. She still looked the same as always. The same mocha colored skin, the same somewhat skimpy state of dress, the same face heavily caked with makeup. The only difference was her hair color, which she was known to frequently change the color of on an almost daily, sometimes hourly, basis, today's choice being a golden blonde. But something felt different about her, and Riff Raff wasn't sure he liked it. He glanced at his sister beside him to see if she noticed, but Magenta kept her head bowed low, preventing him from seeing her face.

The queen shifted on her throne, leaning forward to stared down at them. "Obviously, or else you would not be here. There is a matter I wish to discuss with the two of you."

"We live to serve, my queen," Magenta finally spoke up.

"What do you wish to speak of?" asked Riff Raff.

The queen tapped her fingers together, as if she were considering how to word what she wanted to say. "I wish to once more hear your report of what befell my son on Planet Earth."

Both Riff Raff and Magenta's eyes briefly darted to each other. If she was bringing that up, it might explain her bad mood. Even though she had been in one ever since hearing about Frank's death, today it seemed especially dark. Perhaps she was just having a bad day thinking on it and wanted to hear the details again.

"My queen," Riff Raff began, "that was many months ago. It's hard to remember the exact details. But you should still have the report Magenta and I provided of that night."

The queen waved her gloved hand dismissively. "I'm fully aware of your report. I have seen it myself, several times. But I want to hear it from your mouths once more. I'm not looking for every tiny little detail, I simply want you to recount what you remember." She motioned for him to speak. "Now, if you please."

Riff Raff hesitated. He was tempted to look at his sister again, but knew that to do so would show weakness. So he began telling what he could remember of the story he and Magenta had fabricated of the night of Frank's death.

"It was as we told you, my queen. The prince, Magenta, and I were converting more earthlings by indoctrinating them into our way of life. But then the master's home was visited by the human known as Dr. Scott. It seems that one of the recruits to the Transylvanian lifestyle, one of the master's former lovers, Eddie, was this Dr. Scott's nephew. A fact that none of us had been aware of until that night. The doctor had somehow managed to track him down to our base and come there himself."

He paused here, looking up at the queen, but her face betrayed nothing. She gave a nod and motioned for him to continue. "Go on."

Riff Raff took a calming breath and continued. "The master had in fact killed Eddie that very night after he had angered him. This caused some… discord among the newly converted. So the master attempted some more drastic measures in the form of a floorshow to affect their mindset and get them to become more susceptible to the Transylvanian way. It even began to affect Dr. Scott."

Here the queen interrupted. "Yes, if I remember correctly, my son was killed shortly after this. Tell me what happened again."

Riff Raff shifted uncomfortably. "It was horrible, my queen. It seemed that Dr. Scott had several colleagues follow after him. With all of us busy with the floorshow, we did not notice them sneaking in. They must have had some way to sabotage our security, because we got no warning that they were coming, including losing all video footage of that night."

All of this was a lie of course. In fact, it had been Riff Raff and Magenta who had deleted all security footage of that night, leaving no evidence behind of their mutiny. They couldn't afford to let anything that happened that night become known.

"They infiltrated the base," Riff Raff continued, "and managed to get ahold of one of our weapons while we were distracted by the floorshow. They killed your son, along with Columbia, the most loyal of our converted earthlings, and the creature you son had created and dubbed Rocky Horror. I fear they would have killed us as well, but Dr. Scott decided to spare us, and send us back to Transsexual to tell you that we were never to return, otherwise they would destroy the rest of us."

The queen was silent for several long moments before her gaze slowly shifted to Magenta. "Do you confirm this?

Magenta slowly lifted her head. "Indeed, my queen. It is as my brother said. Just as we included in our report."

The queen sat back, resting her cheek on her hand, and seemed to be thinking. "Well, I suppose you did well to remember what happened so long ago. And I suppose even then you may have had some false information of what happened. You see, I was not satisfied with not knowing the face of my son's murderer. Simply destroying the planet was and still is an option, but I wanted to personally see the ones responsible for my son's death perish. So over the past 8 months, I've had my private team of investigators go over every last centimeter of the base, finding any and all clues about what went on that night. And they've confirmed most of your story."

Riff Raff gulped nervously. "'Most', my queen?"

"I had them pay special attention to the security footage, hoping they would find something that was overlooked, and that we may find some sign as to who killed my son. And they learned something very interesting. The video feed from that night hadn't been lost, it had been deliberately deleted."

It was suddenly becoming very hot in the room, and Riff Raff felt himself beginning to perspire. It was true, he and Magenta had deleted the video footage of that night since it was impossible to simply turn it off, because there would have been footage of them doing that. So instead they had gone over the events of that night later and erased any discriminating evidence against them, eventually deciding just to erase all the data of that night.

"Was it?" said Riff Raff. "I just assumed that when we found no footage that it was cut, but I suppose they could have deleted it."

"Yes, that's possible," the queen agreed. "But you see, with the right technical skills, even deleted data can be recovered. So I had my team work tirelessly to recover the deleted data and piece it together. Let's take a look at what they managed to recover, shall we?"

A bead of sweat ran down Riff Raff's head as a giant screen came down from the ceiling. He shared a nervous look with his sister, who looked equally as worried. If the queen's team had managed to recover the data of what had actually happened that night, then their lives were forfeit.

The screen turned on, and the footage began to play. It was pixelated and distorted, and the picture was not very good, but it was enough to make out what was happening. Short seconds of different scenes began to play, showing brief segments of different events that had happened that night. The arrival of Janet Weiss and Brad Majors. Everyone doing the Time Warp. Frank giving life to Rocky. Eddie's death. Frank seducing Janet and Brad. The arrival of Dr. Scott. Frank using the Medusa on everyone. The floorshow.

Only a few seconds of each scene played, the rest still not having been recovered. Riff Raff and Magenta's nervousness grew as the night's events grew closer and closer to their treasonous act. But they hoped that the part where they, specifically Riff Raff, had killed Frank would be one of the scenes that had not been recovered.

No such luck. To the horror of the two siblings, the screen displayed Riff Raff pointing a ray gun at Frank while the prince desperately tried to climb a curtain to escape before Riff Raff blasted him, and Frank's lifeless corpse dropped to the ground.

The video stopped playing after that, and immediately Riff Raff and Magenta were surrounded by several dozen guards, each of them wielding the same type of ray gun Riff Raff had used to kill Frank, and were now pointing them at the two siblings.

It was over, finished. The queen had video evidence of what they had done. There would be no talking their way out of this. And so, the two of them slowly turned to face the queen. All pretenses had been dropped, her face becoming a mask of cold fury.

"So," she said, her voice filled with barely suppressed rage, "would you care to explain this? Would you care to explain why you killed my son?"

"Riff Raff," Magenta whispered, looking at him desperately.

She didn't need to say it. He knew they were caught, so there would be no point in denying it. "Your majesty, I–"

"I will hear no more of your lies," the queen interrupted. She nodded to one of the guards. "Do it."

One of the guards walked over. Before Riff Raff could figure out what was happening, the guard took out a syringe full of glowing blue liquid and stabbed it into his neck. He then walked over to Magenta and did the same to her. A few seconds later, Riff Raff felt a strange fogginess fill his brain.

He knew what had happened. Both he and Magenta had been injected with what the earthlings would refer to as truth serum. It was far more advanced than Earth's version, without any of the drug-like after effects. For the next hour or so, both he and Magenta would quite literally be unable to lie. Such a thing was only used for the worst criminals to draw confessions out of them, and it seemed that now both he and Magenta fell under that category.

"Now, I will have the truth," the queen demanded. "Why did you kill my son?"

Riff Raff struggled to find his voice. When a person lied, there were small traces of activity in the brain and reaction in the body that on Earth a device called a lie detector would be able to pick up on. With the Honesty Juice in his system, if he tried to lie, the serum would react to these changes in the body and his voice wouldn't come out properly.

So since there was no way he could lie, he decided not to hold anything back. At the very least, he would have Frank's atrocities become known, along with the reasons why he and Magenta had moved against him. And who knew, maybe their death wouldn't be unbearably painful if they provided a good reason for what they did.

"Your majesty," he began, "it's true. Magenta and I… No, I murdered the prince. Our mission was to go to Earth and to take it over by integrating their people into our society. And while we recruited some, the master took things too far. His lifestyle was too extreme. Instead of fulfilling the mission, he chose instead to indulge in his own pleasures. He compromised the mission several times and risked exposing us, and even allowed others to know about us, putting our very world at stake. The master was a traitor, our mission was a failure, and he was forcing my sister and I to partake in this treasonous behavior.

"So yes, I did what I needed to do. Had the master been anyone else, my actions would have been just. You know this to be true, my queen. But because he was the prince, he felt he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. He was a failure and a traitor, and so I gave him the punishment of one. I had no choice. Had we simply returned home, Magenta and I would have been sentenced to death for turning on him. So we had no choice but to secretly deliver the appropriate judgment for his actions that any other would have received and provided the report that we gave."

The queen was silent for several long moments, as if she were considering his words. They didn't seem to be having an effect on her though, as she still seemed to be seething with silent rage. Finally though, she leaned forward, her eyes shining with fury. "Whatever your reasons, only one truth remains absolute. You took my son from me. Because of you, the royal bloodline has come to an end. And now you both shall pay the price. Guards!"

The two of them were seized by the guards and pulled to their feet. They struggled, but it was useless; they were outnumbered and weaponless. The guards pulled the two of them apart none too gently, slapping magnetic cuffs on their hands behind their backs.

"You both will pay for what you've done," the queen decreed loudly. "I will see to your executions personally. And it will be far more painful than the quick and clean death you gave my son."

"My queen, wait!" Riff Raff cried loudly. He looked at Magenta. He knew that there was no way he was getting out of this alive, but perhaps he could still somehow save her. It had been him who had fired the gun after all. "My queen, it was I who killed you son. My sister took no part in it, even if she allowed it to happen. I shall take whatever punishment you see fit, but I ask you to at least spare her."

The queen seemed to consider this, and then a cruel smile crept up her face. "I suppose you're right. It was not her who killed my son. However, she did still take part in your mutiny, and for that, she shall be punished. Very well, I shall spare her life. However," her smile widened, "she may wish I hadn't. But as for you," her eyes flashed violently, "for the murder of my son, your death will be long and painful. I promise that you will beg for death long before I'm ready to end your life. Take them away!"

"No!" Magenta shouted as the guards began to drag them off.

But while Magenta began struggling against her captors' hold, Riff Raff closed his eyes in reluctant acceptance. It was all over, they had been caught. And now they were going to have to pay the consequences for their actions He knew that a horrible death now awaited him, but at the very least he had managed to get the queen to spare his sister.

Regardless, he couldn't help but feel that he was always the one who had the blame put on him. Back on Earth, Frank had frequently punished him, even for things that weren't necessarily his fault. It was one of the reasons he despised the prince and had been so adamant about killing him. And now he was accepting the full blame of for Frank's death, and he couldn't help but put a voice to his feelings as he began singing out loud.

"There's something going down

over something that's come up,

so I'd better go into remote,

because they're always at my throat."

His words were ignored by everyone as he and his sister were dragged away. The Old Queen rose to her feet as well and began fallowing after the guards, and a large crowd of Transylvanians followed behind her, just as eager to see the two of them punished.

"Trying to make their story stick,

I was born to join the gentry,

born to have the horn of plenty.

But the thing that makes me sick,

is I always get the short-end of the stick."

As Riff Raff continued to sing, he and Magenta were pulled along through the castle. Magenta continued to futilely fight back, but Riff Raff didn't resist. There was really no point. Even if they got away from the ones holding the, there were dozens of guards in the castle. And even if they did somehow get away, where would they go? It wouldn't even matter if they got off the planet, the Old Queen would hunt them down.

"Someone's holding court,

or something of that sort,

and the questions will be coming fast and thick.

So I'd better take the stand,

with some aces in my hand…"

They were out of the more public places of the palace as they approached the dungeons. Riff Raff had seen the dungeons a handful of times over the years in his service to the queen. No one ever escaped them, not ever. Not only was security too tight to prevent anyone from breaking any prisoners out, but they had a way to make sure the prisoners could never escape. Any chance of getting out would require outside help, and the guards were there to make sure that didn't happen.

"Or there'll be trouble that's as subtle as a brick.

I was born to rule, not follow.

There are things that I can't swallow.

But the thing that makes me sick,

is I always get the short end of the stick."

Passing through the guarded double-doors that led to the dungeon, Riff Raff and Magenta were dragged down a long corridor filled with countless prison cells. Bars of lasers separated those in the cells from anyone on the outside, but they weren't necessary, for inside each cell was a stone statue of someone in the nude. And Riff Raff knew that he and his sister would soon be joining them.

"Drunk with power, they skip with joy.

Hour by hour, I'm their whipping boy.

They're so sadistic, they'll steal your lipstick,

and tell you that you're masochistic.

I get no thrills on bitter pills they make me sick,

and I always get the short end of the stick."

They reached an empty cell and Riff Raff was roughly shoved inside. The others gathered around the cell to watch, and Magenta managed to pull one of her hands free. She reached for her brother, and he reached out as well, grasping her hand. The Old Queen herself then stepped forward and shoved the two of them apart. And as she turned to glare at Riff Raff, she too broke out into song and began singing along with him, as did Magenta and the Transylvanians, Riff Raff's own voice fading into the background amongst all the other singers.

"He was born to join the gentry. (Born to have the horn of plenty.)

He was born to rule, not follow. (There are things I just can't swallow.)

But the thing that really makes him sick. (Is I always get the short end of the stick.)"

Everyone else stopped singing and the Old Queen nodded to a guard. He stepped forward and hit a button on the side of the wall, and the laser bars came down, trapping Riff Raff inside his cell. Magenta held her free arm out in despair towards her brother, but it was once again seized and she was pulled back as Riff Raff began singing on his own again.

"Someone has to lose so that someone else can win.

It's a chronic tragicomic kind of trick.

If I had a bit of sense,

I'd just sit here on the fence."

The Old Queen stepped forward, placing her hand on a lever beneath the control pad that activated the laser bars. Beneath it were the words MEDUSA, and this was the real reason why no one every escaped from the dungeon. The lasers kept everyone else out, but the MEDUSA kept the prisoners in.

"And pretend to be an empty-headed hick.

But I was born to be the victim.

Born a pawn without the system.

That's the thing that makes me sick."

With a cruel smirk on her face, the Old Queen looked at Riff Raff through the laser bars, taunting him with her hand on the lever to drag this out. Riff Raff defied her the only way he could by refusing to show fear or plead for mercy, for he knew there would be none. This was the end for him, he knew that. He wouldn't be freed from this cell or the MEDUSA until it was time for his execution. And with that dark thought in mind, he sang the final words of his song.

"Yes, I always get the short end of the stick."

Keeping her eyes on him, the Old Queen pulled the lever, activating the MEDUSA. Riff Raff instantly turned to stone, his clothes vanishing in the process as they were incinerated, and he stood as just another naked statue. Magenta let out a cry of despair at her brother's petrification, but the queen turned uncaringly towards her, her expression hard.

"And now it's your turn," she told Magenta. "You'll be let out when the time comes for your brother's execution, then you'll be returned to your cell indefinitely. That is the mercy you shall receive, to be left standing as a statue until you eventually erode into dust, just as you stood by and allowed your brother to kill my son."

She motioned for the guards to take her, and they began dragging Magenta towards the next available cell. As she was manhandled, she knew that if she didn't do something to escape that she and her brother would never escape, and her mind began working furiously, trying to come up with a solution.

There had to be some way out of this, something she could do or say to get out of this situation. But the queen's wrath was immense. Her only son had been taken from her. The royal bloodline had ended. There was no changing that. But there still had to be some way they could…

Magenta's eyes widened as a plan suddenly formed in her mind. It was an extremely long shot, but if she worded this right, perhaps she could pull it off. "My queen, wait! What if the royal bloodline hasn't ended?"

The Old Queen held up a hand, and the guards stopped. Stomping up to her, the queen's cold gaze settled on Magenta and she gave her a hard look. "What did you say?"

Resisting the urge to sigh in relief, Magenta clung to the small semblance of a plan she had somehow managed to come up with. She wasn't sure it was going to work, but it was all she had. "I said, what if the royal bloodline hasn't ended?"

The queen studied her carefully for a few moments. "Explain."

The guards' grip on Magenta loosened, and she took that as a good sign. "Great Furter, it is a well-known fact that your son had many lovers."

The Old Queen rolled her eyes. "I'm well aware of Frank's appetite for the flesh. What is your point?"

Swallowing, Magenta nodded back down the hall they had come from. "You saw it on the video. The night your son died, he seduced the Earth woman, Janet Weiss."

This didn't seem to interest the queen, as a bored look crossed her face. "My son often succumbed to his lust, be it with a man or woman. It does not surprise me that he would take on lovers from another world."

"She is with child!" Magenta exclaimed. "She became with child that night! A child that would have a claim to the Royal High Chair, the one that once belonged to your son! You still have an heir!"

It wasn't a lie, not really, even if it was greatly stretching the truth. Fortunately, the recovered video feed didn't show the full events of what transpired that night. While Frank had indeed seduced Janet, he had merely gone down on her, their intimacy remaining strictly oral. Magenta knew this for certain having watched the events play out on the security footage, and later, both she and Columbia had heard Janet confess to Rocky that she was still a virgin, right before giving her virginity to the muscular creature. Thank goodness there hadn't been any recovered footage that showed Janet and Rocky having sex.

Yes, it was true that Janet had gotten pregnant that night. Since Magenta and Riff Raff had let Janet, Brad, and Dr. Scott go, they had been keeping tabs on the earthlings to make sure that none of them talked about what had happened to anyone. So far, they hadn't, not even Dr. Scott, seemingly having found peace with his nephew's murderer dead. But as they had watched, they soon discovered that Janet was pregnant.

The child, however, was not Frank's. It was Rocky's. It was for that reason that Magenta had chosen her words very carefully in order to get around the Honesty Juice. She didn't say the child was of the queen's bloodline, she had simply asked what if the royal bloodline hadn't ended, not said that it hadn't. A question wasn't a lie, even if it was misleading. And it was also technically true that the child could be considered the heir to the throne. After all, Frank had created Rocky in a lab, which, technically, as his creator, made him Rocky's father. Which would essentially make Janet and Rocky's child Frank's grandchild, even if it wasn't by blood.

Still, the way she had worded it had allowed her to get around the Honesty Juice. True, it wasn't the best plan, but it was all she had been able to think of at the time. She was improvising, and praying that the queen would go along with it.

The queen was quiet for a long time. Then she snapped her fingers. "Show me this girl."

One of the Transylvanians stepped forward and handed her a small screen. She activated it and began scrolling through the footage that had been displayed on the big screen back in the throne room, stopping on an image of Janet.

The Old Queen stared at the picture for several seconds before turning back to Magenta. "You're telling me that this girl is carrying my son's child?"

The way the queen worded it prevented Magenta from simply saying "yes". She instead nodded as she once again choice her words carefully. "You saw it yourself, my queen. You saw your son seducing her. It was the girl's first sexual experience." That technically wasn't a lie, even if Janet and Frank hadn't actually had sex, it was a sexual experience. "She was a virgin before that. I heard her say so myself. She became pregnant after that. It was from her first time. It may be a bastard, but child she carries is the heir to the throne. You know I'm speaking the truth."

It was a bunch of word play, but it was technically all true. All throughout the room, the Transylvanians began muttering amongst themselves. That was a good sign. Though if she were honest with herself, Magenta had no idea what she was actually doing, she was just making all this up off the top of her head, simply trying to buy some time until she figured a way out of this.

The queen's fingers drummed against the screen she held as she began scrolling through the footage again. "Yes, you must be." She paused on the image that showed the few seconds of Frank and Janet's silhouettes behind a curtain as they got intimate, then she looked back at Magenta. "And you knew about this all this time? Why did you never tell me?"

This, at least, Magenta didn't need to worry about, for the answer was entirely the truth. "Because of what we did, we wanted to put everything that happened on Earth behind us so we wouldn't be discovered. However, we were keeping tabs on the humans that were there that night to make sure they didn't tell anyone of what had happened. But it seems now I've been forced to tell you."

"Yes," said the queen suspiciously, and leaned forward. "But why tell me? Do you think it will help you?"

"You have an heir," Magenta explained. "Of course, the child could never replace your son, but you do have an heir. And unless you wish to fruitlessly search the entire planet Earth with its 7.5 billion people, you'll need me to find them. I will be willing to show you where you can find them, and help you take care of the child's mother until she gives birth, on the condition that you spare my brother's life."

The queen angrily shoved the screen into another Transylvanian's hands and took an aggressive step towards Magenta. "You dare to try and barter with me! And what even makes you think I would need your help?"

Magenta swallowed, well aware that she was walking on very thin ice. "As I said, there are over 7 billion people on Earth. Even with our vast technology, finding one specific person will be extremely difficult, if not impossible. But my brother and I know where to find her since we have been keeping tabs on her. I could show you where she is. And let's not forget how along into her pregnancy she is. You wouldn't want there to be any complications, would you? Having a familiar face around that can help her through any adjustment periods while she's here would be beneficial, especially one who spent a good deal of time on Earth, and therefore would know her wants and needs. Unless you think you can provide all of that for her and are willing to risk complications arising. We wouldn't want to risk anything happening to the only heir to the throne, would we?"

The queen was livid, Magenta could see that, but that didn't change the fact that she was right. It would indeed be beneficial for her to keep Magenta around, at least for the time being. And Magenta was only willing to agree to help if her brother was spared.

It was a desperate, foolish plan, but it was all Magenta could come up with on the spot. At most, she knew she would only be buying the two of them time. Once their usefulness had run out, their punishment would be even more severe than they could possibly imagine. But hopefully before then she would be able to come up with a plan for her and Riff Raff to escape.

The queen continued to stare at her as she huffed a few times. Her demeanor was calmer, but her rage was evident. "I suppose you have this all worked out, don't you? Very well, I'll spare your brother, but he will be remaining in the dungeon. As for you, I'll be sure to make full use of your knowledge on Earth and its people to help the girl adjust. But you will be nothing more than a lowly slave. And if anything befalls my grandchild or its mother, then you and your brother will suffer fates more horrible than anything you could possibly imagine. So it will be in both your best interests for you to take care of them when they get here."

Magenta gave a nod. "I will see to it, your majesty."

The queen waved her hand. "Take her away! I don't want to see her anymore. And make preparations. We're going to have a new guest in the palace."

With that, Magenta was dragged back out of the dungeon. She glanced at the statue of her brother as she was pulled past him as she wondered to herself what exactly it was she thought she was doing.

The answer to that was obvious though. She was doing whatever she could to keep her brother alive and spare herself a lifetime in prison as a statue. But not only was this a risky plan, it was a foolish one too, with very high stakes. While she may have bought her brother and herself some time, if the queen found out the truth, then their fates would be worse than death.

Hopefully, she would be able to find a way to get Janet to cooperate with her long enough for them all to escape. Because if she couldn't, then ending up as a statue would be the least of their problems.

(A/N: And there's the first chapter. If you know anything about the dropped sequel ideas for the original movie, Revenge Of The Old Queen was one of the ideas, and like I said, I'm going to be incorporating those ideas into this story. And speaking of incorporating ideas, I don't know how many of you saw the Rocky Horror remake, but in it, Frank was a girl, so I decided to base Frank's mother of that version of Frank. That's different from how the dropped sequel ideas had described Frank's mother to be, but I just couldn't see his mom being an ugly, obese, grotesque person; their description, not mine. But anyway, it seems that Riff Raff and Magenta have found themselves in quite the predicament regarding the Old Queen, and now it looks like poor Janet is going to be dragged into things. A poor pregnant Janet at that. What kind of shenanigans is Magenta's ploy going to get Janet into? And what about Brad and Dr. Scott? There's a lot to come, so stay tuned. Like usual, I'll be updating every other Wednesday, but for now, tell me what you think of the first chapter.)