Crazy Experience

Chapter 3 - Not as Planned

A staring contest had seemed to have commenced between the two men. Hazel eyes staring intensely into light green. No one moved. Not a sound was heard during those few seconds that felt like hours to Tyler.

The sparkly man was the first to move. He walked down the stairs leading to Tyler, causing Tyler to take quick steps backward in order to keep the distance. Instead of stopping, the man just continued to walk toward Tyler, a wicked grin on his face.

"Who am I? Well, I'm pretty sure that I'm the one who should be asking you that. Afterall, you are in my home, exploring to your heart's content. Even going as far as to make your way into my ballroom without a second thought. That is considered very rude to us Transylvanians. Especially when said guest had deliberately been touching something that is obviously not his.~" By now, the now identified master of the house had practically cornered Tyler against the seat of the black velvet throne, watching with calculating eyes as the young man before he stumbled to a stop when his knees hit the seat of the chair.

"I-I was just looking for a phone!" Tyler said defensively as he stood up straight after glancing down at the throne blocking his escape. When he looked back up, he came face to face with the man, causing his eyes to widen.

"A phone?" The man raised a penciled in eyebrow, then hummed in mock thought. "I'm afraid that I do not have one." "Y-you don't?! Then why the hell did he-" Tyler pointed to the partially bald man that had entered the room behind his master. "Let me in?! I clearly stated I needed one!" "We can discuss that later. For now," The master paused to press himself against the young redhead, producing a sound resembling a purr. "Let me get you out of those clothes." He purred. "You reek of alcohol."

Tyler cringed and managed to slide himself out from in between the man and throne. He started a brisk walk toward the ballroom door. "I think I had better leave. If you don't have a phone, then there is no reason for me to be here. Have a good night!" Talking at a fast speed while walking, Tyler reached the door in no time, quickly yanked it open, and proceeded through it, thoroughly creeped out and slightly disgusted. He had never met anyone like this man. The guy practically screamed sex appeal and the redhead was eager to get away from it. Yes, Tyler would admit that he liked and appreciated both genders, this guy was just way too much for him.

Just as he reached the front door, he felt arms quickly wrap around his waist and shoulders, the arms pulling him against a warm body behind him.

"Well, that was once again rude! Leaving without even telling me your name!" The man purred into Tyler's ear in a low voice, causing Tyler to squirm a bit. "I-I don't see a point in telling my name when we'll never see each other again! I really need to get home to check on my cat!" "I thought you said it was a dog..." With how fast Tyler's head turned, you would have thought he broke his neck. Instead, he sent a heated glare at the man who had let him into this madhouse.

"Well, if what Riff Raff says is true, then I'm going to assume you don't have a cat or dog. Since that has been established, I believe now is an appropriate time to mention that it is storming outside." Just as Tyler was about to reply, a loud boom of thunder rolled over the castle, shaking it slightly with the sheer loudness of it.

Tyler's heart fell to his stomach. His moment to leave this crazy castle before the night's end just went out the window. So, he sighed and hung his head slightly. He managed to wiggle his way out of the man's grip and looked at him with a bored but cautious expression. "Alright. You have me cornered here. My name is Tyler."

The master of the castle grinned largely with his bright red painted lips, showing off a set of almost perfect teeth if it weren't for his slightly twisted central incisor. "Well then, handsome, I'm Dr. Frank N. Furter. Scientist, transvestite, and master of this castle." The man, now known as Dr. Furter, purred, obviously happy to state his preferred way of dressing and acting. "Now then, follow me~ I'll show you where you'll be staying for the night, as well as where you can clean up." Frank started up the staircase as he spoke, shaking his hips as he walked.

Tyler followed, looking at the handyman known as Riff Raff once before looking back to his host for the night. This night had definitely not gone as planned.