Cinematic Adventures: The Phantom of the Opera

Disfigured

Twilight and her friends ran frantically throughout the Opera Populaire, desperately searching for their two missing friends. When they finally got into Christine's dressing room, the last place they saw them, they, along with Raoul, discovered they were both gone and had searched the whole place from top-to-bottom. Raoul had since left to find Monsieur's Firmin and Andre to warn them, so they left to find Meg and Madame Giry, who were walking together in the dormitories. They had found just as they were about to enter.

"Madame Giry!" Twilight called. "Madame Giry, we need to talk to you!"

"Just a moment, my dear," Giry responded. "I have a little pest problem that must be exterminated."

"A pest problem?" Fluttershy asked, confused.

"Wut in tarnation does that mean?" Applejack asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Joseph Buquet," Meg explained. "He's harassing the girls in the dormitories... Again."

"Well, that's just sick and perverted!" Twilight said, disgusted.

"No kidding!" Rainbow agreed, holding up her hooves. "Let me in there, Madame Giry. I'll bash his head in so hard, his grandchildren will have lumps!"

"That won't be necessary, young lady," Madame Giry chuckled, slightly. "I'll handle this."

Sure enough, inside the dormitories, Joseph Buquet had apparently snuck in and was playing with the women there, scaring them with tales of the Phantom of the Opera. He spun around, holding a scratchy, brown, wool blanket over his shoulders like a cape. He let out a growl and a sneer, causing a few women to jump, scream, and some even laugh. He walked around, doing it twice more, causing more of the sleep-wear clad women to squeal. He chuckled, his messy brown hair falling around his face as he yelled out once more before he smirked.

Buquet (Sings):
Like yellow parchment is his skin.
A great black hole serve as the nose that... Never grew...

He hurled off the blanket, acknowledging the presence of Twilight and the others. The girls and Spike shook their heads slightly, this wasn't what they initially thought but still...

Buquet (Sings):
You must always be on your guard,
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso...

He grins as held up a noose, made of coarse rope, causing most of the women to gasp. Twilight looked down, shaking her head. From what Madame Giry had told of him, Buquet only told the stories in hopes of maybe gaining the affections of one of these women in the Opera House... Frankly, Twilight didn't think him charming at all.

As they began to walk past him, he wraps the rope around Fluttershy, pulling her against him. She squeaked in fear, looking at him wide eyed, smelling the alcohol on his breath.

"Oh my..." She whispered, fearfully. "Please Mr. Buquet, I'm not that kind of girl!"

But he just grinned, playfully growling, as if pretending to go for her neck. Fluttershy honestly felt sick, this man wasn't just drunk he was heavily intoxicated and delirious. She leaned as far from him as possible before Madame Giry wlaked over and yanked the rope away.

Madame Giry (Sings):
Those who speak of what they know
Find too late that prudent silence is wise...
Joseph Buquet hold your tongue!

She slapped him across the face, hearing the soft gasps of all the women around them.