Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Erik Destler Imagine

Erik Destler Imagine

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Request For: that-band-chick369

Warnings: Choking. Lassos. *eyebrows wiggle, fall off face, slither into stormdrain*

Erik Destler Imagine

Welcome to my opera house,

Proceed with caution from here on.

I see you've hired back Carlotta,

I insist that she be gone.

As I'm sure you've heard, I

Can be unpredictable

So listen to my letters carefully,

For my consequences are quite visual.

My salary will be relayed,

Paid every month in full

And box five is left for me

At every...last...show.

Your Loyal Servant,

OG

Y/n stared down at the letter in her hands, quite shocked--and rightfully so.

"Madame Giry?" She questioned the passing woman, who stopped with a small sigh.

"Yes?"

Y/n held up the note, confused expression worn plainly.

"I believe I was just threatened by a note. Might I inquire your knowledge on 'OG'?"

"He's reached out to you so soon? Perhaps we should go to your office to discuss."

~~~~

The Opera Populaire had burned to the ground in a terrible accident three years before Y/n L/n bought the rubble.

She was a rejected heiress from the L/n family, who used her last bit of fortune to buy the ground where the magnificent house once stood. From there, her dazzling charm won investors, old staff, dancers, singers, and the old Prima Donna--Carlotta. Yes, she had a voice like an ill cat. Unfortunately, Y/n needed to show a production of Hannibal to start paying back everyone who had put their faith in resuming the opera's old glory.

She hadn't yet heard the tale of the opera ghost, though. Madame Giry relayed to her that he was a masked menace who fluttered about the rafters, took up a home in the catacombs beneath the opera, demanded a salary, and occasionally murdered stage hands.

"He was involved with a chorus girl...you know her now as the wife to Vicomte DeChagnay."
"Oh." She managed softly, still surprised at the twisted tale that was horribly real.

"I advise, director, that you obey him."
"Yes, well...you say you are his mouthpiece?"
"To an extent."

"Excellent." She dug through her drawers and came out with a piece of thick parchment, an envelope, a wax insignia kit, and an inkwell. In a matter of minutes, she had written a letter and sealed the envelope with a personal mark, and she handed it to the woman in front of her.

"Also, please tell him that once he's earned a salary he can be glad to collect it from me himself. "
"Ignoring the Phantom's rules are for the...unwise."
"I understand, and I don't want to ignore him. Please, deliver it as it is written."

"If you insist, but I implore you to remember...keep your hand at the level of your eyes."

"What a curious thing to say."