Frank n Furter X Reader - I Feel Sexy

Chapter One ~

Since nobody fuckin writes Frank n Furter X Reader I got mad enough to fucking write this shit so tHANK YOU INTERNET FOR FUCKING ME OVER ONCE AGAIN. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

You guys know me, and that I always write X Readers, except for the one Walking Dead one I had made... Well. Here it is, Frank X Reader.

PS, if anyone knows where one is please tell me god bless this race

The rain fell heavily over me, my hair growing heavy and sticking to my face. It was day time, but the dark clouds made it almost appear night.

My clothes clung to my body, as they were also completely soaked.

I had been exploring the wooded area behind my new house, when I got pretty lost, it started raining and i ended up here. I look down at my clothing. A dirty white T shirt, with a blue plaid button-up lazily slung over it. My torn, and muddied jeans hung low over my gross sneakers.

This was my favorite outfit, but so much for it...

I never really wore fancy things, considering I enjoyed comfort over appearance.

I stared at the very old  mansion, holding my hand over my eyes to keep the rain from getting in them.

Is in inhabited? That is the real question here. I see no lights, though. And, it looks very abandoned...Hell... I might as well try to just enter.

So, I make my way too the front door, and grip the cold metal handles, pulling them open.

To my surprise, it was very classy. The furniture was made, and the place was nicely dusted. Art hung up around all of the walls, and a chandelier hung 7 feet above my head, though none of the candles were lit. It was dark, besides the dim lights leaking through the small windows.

I walk further in, and find a few more doors. They all looked dark through it as well.

This was very gorgeous... But why was it all dark?

Suddenly, I hear the clank of heels, and some voices. My fave goes numb in shock, and I desperately search for a place to hide. In a pathetic act of defeat, I just step behind the wall beside the doorway. 

They grow closer and closer, and my heart beats faster and faster. Until they are right beside me, and I hold my breath.

They stop.

"The guests will arrive soon, you must get dressed accordingly."

A very nasally voice came from behind him, loud and very... Annoying.

Hearing the heels clank again, and a following huff, they turned around and disappeared into  the hallway again. I opened my eyes, and exhaled.

Great, now they will think I'm a criminal. Where do I go? What do I do?

I ought to just get out of here.

I start quietly making my way back to the door, and I slide it open, when I hear another voice from behind me.

"Oh! You're a guest, right? For tha party?" The voice was high and very cute, in my opinion.  Turn around to see her.

She was a woman with short pink hair, her makeup was done nicely, with clearly drawn-on eyebrows. She smiled at me, and stood in her pajamas.

"I'm not ready yet, cause ya are a tad early, but gimme a moment. I'll call Magenta out for ya."  She chewed gum, and jogged over to the hallway.

"Magenta!!!" She practically screamed.

After a second passes, nothing happens. She calls out again.

"MAGENTAAAAAA!"

"What? I'm coming, I'm coming." A voice comes from the hallway.

Entering the room, a woman who appears to be a maid with large curly hair steps in.

"Yes." She says. "Columbia why do you always scream?"

I realize she has an accent.

"And what's your name?" Columbia asks me.

"Oh, I'm (y/n)."

"Nice... Name?" Magenta says, before walking past me in her heels and sliding off my plaid shirt.

"O-oh, thank you." I say, allowing her.

"Is it raining again?" Columbia asks.

"Eh, yeah." I reply. "But I just moved here so I don't really know the weather."

Magenta walks past me, folding my shirt nicely.

"Well, greetings. You should have... Quite the experience here." She says, throwing my shirt onto the ground. I watch it fall. "Come with me."

What the hell?