_{A METEOR,   one that disappears into the stars nearly as quickly as it had shot by,   leaves the young furter GASPING   –   he’s been in ships before,   &&   he’s been outside the atmosphere of transsexual,   of course,   but never on a mission such a this one.   the thought of EARTH has him rather anxious   ;   ANXIOUS, but not frightened.   ‘   hum   –   oh,   magenta   ?   ’   croons he,   turning on his heel.   emerald eyes flit from the ginger - haired woman to her gawkish brother,   one foot tapping EAGERLY against the floor of the craft.   ‘   how much longer   –   where are we,   exactly   ?   that isn’t earth,   is it   ?   ’}

                                                                                   _{@wellsecluded   //   starter   !}

          _{THE TRANSDUCER has not landed the furter among blood red walls   &   a lingering stench of unmistakable vice,   but to a much less grand inn some few blocks away,   &   from there he has found his way here.   the prince is stolidly IMPRESSED,   though no palace  &   certainly no timeworn hotel,   he so vainly recalls,   can surpass the LUXURY of his own home.   ‘   oh,   at last.   intelligent life   –   ’   the furter crosses the floor,   halts just before the unfamiliar figure,   draped tastefully in opulent fabric   ;   this is,   of course,   a particularity that immediately catches the doctor’s attention.   ‘   –   OR SO I HOPE.   ’} 

                                                                                                _{//   @tristandcffy is my luv ♥}

          _{‘   rocky   ?   PUT THAT DOWN   !   ’   quite surprisingly,   this is the first time frank has caught rocky in such a peculiar act.   ‘   put it down,   darling   –   oh,   stars,   that is FOUL.   let go of it   !   ’   wrinkling his nose,   the scientist steps just behind his creature,   hands firm upon the blond’s shoulders.   ‘   urgh.   this really ISN’T necessary,   rocky   ;   if you require food,   tell me first   !   ’}

                                                                                     _{@doublefeaturre ♥’d  !}

          _{‘   WELL,   REALLY   –   you could have KNOCKED,   ’   comes the scientist’s inevitable grimace upon the handyman’s entrance.   ‘   but   !   since you’re here,   come see.   ’   frank has taken an extraordinary liking to a new corset,   one that clings loosely to the prince’s waist,   its laces undone.   ‘   mm,   what do you think   ? i,   personally,   think it’s very   –   erm   –   ME.   will you help   ?   ’   he turns on his heel,   narrows his eyes.   ‘   see,   i CAN do it myself,   but it is a little tough.   come closer,   riff raff.   ’}

                                                                                                              _{@itstoll ♥’d   !}

      _{‘   it isn’t ALL BAD,   is it   ?   ’   croons he,   his prized lash held tightly in one hand,   the other latched FIRMLY onto alvie’s shoulder.   the scientist shoves him,   FORCES him against the wall,   emerald eyes aflame with an unmistakable madness.   ‘   give yourself over.   what is it that you DESIRE,   alvie   –   what is something you CRAVE   ?   imagine all your fantasies FULFILLED   !   ’   white teeth are bared   &   sneering,   blood red lips curled into a nightmarish smirk.   ‘   give yourself over,   alvie   ;   GIVE YOURSELF OVER.   ’}

                                                                               _{//    @audebamus wants alvie to suffer  .}

          _{‘   magenta   !   ’   the doctor won’t say so,   but he’s been SEARCHING for her   ;   it’s no secret that the castle’s rather easy to become lost in.   ‘   –   finally,   i’ve found you.   fetch your brother.   the pair of you will tidy the lab   –   quite a simple task,   mm   ?   &   not to mention,   a task that,   FORGIVE ME,   should’ve been completed weeks ago.   ’}

_{@magentaseesall   /   starter.}

_{‘     my darling,      my PRECIOUS creature      !       ’     doctor frank - n - furter has never allowed the servants, has never allowed columbia to see him WEEP.      but now,    rushing across the stage,     a shawl of tattered tulle floating behind him like a shadow,     warm tears  & turquoise powder coalesce in streams upon the doctor’s cheeks.      ‘     come here,    rocky.   are you HURT     ?     ’}

_{@doublefeaturre  /  ♥’d !}

_{‘      what sort of mother would let such a PRECIOUS young thing out of her sight        ?         ’       frank exclaims,        half to himself,          as he ushers the blond boy out of the rain.              ‘        darling child          – HOW have you found yourself here        ?         you must be terribly FRIGHTENED.        ’         the doctor, beneath such a tender façade,        is imagining just how similar the taste of this boy’s FLESH might be to earthly cows.       frank’s own mother         –        a cruel queen,       an obsessed temptress         –          has blessed him with a certain,       TWISTED maternalism,          but rather than swathe the displaced child in blankets,         the doctor will likely BEHEAD the boy          &         have the servants tidy up any mess left behind.              ‘        remind me of your name,         sweet one          –          i seem to have MISSED IT.         ’}

_{@taintedkiller   /   ♥’d   !}

_{‘        don’t come ANY closer       !        oh,         you disgust me,       you absolute cockroach.     ’       the doctor is positively dismayed by eddie’s presence,         by his RE - EMERGENCE.        ‘      you’ve no business here any longer,        EDWARD          –          oh,      go       !        i will not tell you again     !        ’           poison - colored eyes narrow,           exaggerated brows knit together.             it’s very true that,        long ago,       frank had cared for the boy,        had coddled him      &     considered him one of his own.           but MALICE now drips from the doctor’s painted lips.         ‘        why is it that you linger,         eddie        ?          have i not made myself perfectly CLEAR       ?        ’} 

_{@makesyovcry​  /  ♥’d !} 

_{‘         i won’t answer ANY more questions pertaining to our       –       erm       –      YOUR beloved eddie,     columbia.       ’          for a second,      or perhaps for two,      heels stop clicking      &       the doctor turns to meet eyes with the small woman.         ‘        oh,       you are a truly PITIFUL creature.          you ought to be sleeping,    &      yet,       you find it absolutely NECESSARY to pester me with your nauseating LOVE - SICKNESS.      ’}

_{@sparkletint   /    ♥’d !}