Frank N' Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction)

Bath Time???

We left the cold bedroom just after sunrise. I limped my way to the restroom to see what the damage from the prior night looked like. It was just as bad as I expected once I saw it. My hair was a tattered mess, and my makeup was smudged from my chin to my forehead. I looked at my figure in the full-body mirror to my right and looked at myself. I was so scrawny, bruised, scarred, disgusting. I couldn't stand the way I looked. Hoodies and sweatpants were my home, not that shitty little house in a cul de sac in the middle of nowhere. 

I found a round brush in one of the bathroom drawers, filled with long surly black hairs (which could only be from Frank). I tried to pull it through my rat's nest of hair, but it was no use. I pulled and pulled until I was on the verge of tears, but it was no use. I pelted the brush into the sink and grasped the rim of the bowl. I looked up at my horrid face and snarled hair and the tears finally showed themselves. I began to sob. Harder than I had sobbed in a long time. I'm so desperate that I'm willing to run away with a stranger. That's bullshit. I stood up a bit taller, and began to rummage through the rest of the drawers and cabinets. I found a self-care bag that contained an electric razor. I cracked the door open and saw Frank was still asleep. I slowly locked the door behind me and plugged the razor in to the shoddy wall socket. I flipped the little switch and it turned on in a loud hum. I took one last look at myself and raised it up. I pulled it through my mane, and watched the pieces fall at my sore feet. 

It only took about ten minutes, and I felt relieved. A (literal) weight had been lifted from me. The hair my mother and father used to pull, the hair that I had  used as a shield, the hair that hid my insecurities; it was gone. I wasn't completely bald, more of a medium buzz, but nevertheless it was very different. It was good! I ran my hands through my peach fuzz, and heard the doorknob creak. I jumped and bolted toward the door, pressing my body against it so it couldn't open. that's right, it's locked.. I pulled myself away. "Yes?" I said to the source. 

"Em, could you open the door please?" Frank's voice cooed. 

"Uhm... not right now actually, I'm about to draw a bath." 

"Well, then I'll join you, open up then! 

 I smiled at his eagerness, but the mess on the floor caught the corner of my eye, and I decided to come to terms. "I would rather you not actually..." 

"Well why not? C'mon, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"I'd like to clean up my mess before you come in here."

"What mess, Emily?" He sounded much less excited. 

"It doesn't really matter, just not right now, okay?" There was no response.  "Hello? I'm sorry.." Still no response. I looked through the crack under the door and his feet were no longer there. I let out a sigh of relief.  I began to sweep up the hair on the floor with my hands, which wasn't too hard considering it was only in a few clumps. I placed them in the bin in the corner and started running the water for my bath. I rummaged around in a few more cabinets and found a towel that seemed to be clean enough. I stripped down and got into the bath. The water was scalding, which was surprising for a castle this old looking. I felt fine until I felt the warm tears start streaming down my face again. I began dozing off and everything went black again.

I was at peace, momentarily. 

I was woken up by a noise coming from my left. I immediately jolted up and saw that it was Riff-Raff standing in my bathroom. "What the hell are you doing in here?! Get out!" 

He turned and looked me directly in the eyes. "I am simply here to pick up your mess. Besides," He looked me up and down, "I wouldn't want you anyway." He picked up his broom and dustpan and shut the door swiftly behind him. I was in awe, and I felt violated. Not even a man like that wants me. The asshole does it with his sister for Christ sake, what's so bad about me?  I looked down at my wrinkled fingers. I had no idea how long I was in the tub, but I thought it was a good time to get out. I wrapped a towel around my body and let the water drain from the tub. I watched the tiny pieces of hair circle down the drain. For a moment, I forgot about what I did. 

I slipped into one of the spare robes hanging on the hook on the wall and walked out into the room. I rummaged through Frank's drawers looking for something comfortable to change into, but was only met with endless amounts of corsets and stockings. I settled with te robe and exited into the hallway and found myself face to face with a hundred feet of empty hallway. 

I tried my best to remember how to get back to the dining room, but my brain was a little fuzzy. 

Eventually I found my way there, and saw that it was just Frank at the table (as I was expecting). I felt my body get weak and my face get warm as I made my way to my seat on the opposite end of the comically large table. "Come here darling." He said to me. 

I stayed silent and slowly walked over there. I fidgeted with the strings of the robe until I was right next to him. He was very focused on the magazine in front of him, and mindlessly he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me even closer to his side. He never broke eye contact with the text. After a minute of just standing there, he finally looked up and let out a girlish shriek. He placed his warm hands on my face and pulled me down closer to his own. He rubbed his palms over the dark stubble on my head. He lost all emotion while he did so, but smiled after a moment. "Are you mad..?" I asked him shyly. 

"Mad..." He said, removing his hands and standing up from his chair, looking down on me. "Mad?! Hpw could I be mad?! This is and artistic opportunity of a lifetime!" He grabbed my hand and began running as fast as his platform heels could take him. He took me to familiar hallway and stopped us right in front of a door.

"What are we doing?" I asked, out of breath. 

"Be patient my dear, we've only just arrived." He cooed as he pushed the door open-

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-P&B