Had a dream last night that i was a comic book character but i was the only person in my life aware of this fact meaning i started venting about the fact that i died and nobody noticed until i got better like it was totally normal and all my friends looked at me with nothing but panic and concern
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Also Featured/Mentioned: Eddie, Frank-N-Furter, Magenta, Riff Raff
Warnings (Please heed them, this whole month will be filled with sensitive topics. Anyway): False reality, delusion, involuntary experimentation/drugging, allergy/sickness, kinda suggestive (post-sex, nothing described in detail)
A/N: Queer is being used in the odd/strange/false context, so that puts the title in context. Why make a Rocky Horror reference in a Rocky Horror fic when I can make a Little Shop of Horrors one. This is kinda just fluff until the end, oops.
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She had a clear view of the stars in the sky through the busted out window of Eddie’s car. He still hadn’t bothered to fix it yet, too busy working on his newly stolen bike to care. He must have noticed her staring at it, because he finally spoke.
“I’ll get to it soon,” He said, finally putting out the cigarette he had been smoking in place of talking. Not that Columbia minded, she liked the silence in the afterglow, the warmth of Eddie’s skin against her own enough to calm her down.
“Not that, I’m looking at the stars. It’s so bright out tonight, you can see all the constellations. Look, that’s Cepheus.” She took the hand not wrapped around her waist and pulled it up, making it trace the seven bright dots. “It’s pretty old, and it was named after a Greek King who tried to sacrifice his daughter to a sea demon! She was saved, but it was a pretty lousy thing to do.”
Eddie placed a hard kiss to her head, “You’re so smart.”
Columbia flushed, maybe even more than she was earlier. She didn’t know why simple compliments affected her just as much as sex did, but she wasn’t complaining. Especially when she had a guy as swell as Eddie, who was doing it constantly.
“I just know about stars and dancing, it isn’t that impressive.”
Eddie laughed, “Yeah, but I don’t know about that stuff!”
“You can dance!” Columbia exclaimed, “And you know about cars, and bikes, and how to play the sax, and how to rob someone in under a minute-”
“I’m just acting like you, princess. Once you start learning to take DESERVED compliments, I’ll stop.”
Columbia looked down. She wasn’t embarrassed per say, Eddie never made her embarrassed. It was just different, being with someone who cared so much. Eddie always made sure she was comfortable and never did anything to push her sexual or romantic boundaries, which she was very grateful for. Before Frank came around, she tried so hard to ignore injustices done to her by ex-lovers, and even with Frank she had rose tinted glasses on; as much as it pains her to admit it.
With the thought of Frank, she shot up, startling Eddie.
“Oh my God, what time is it!? You know Frank gets upset when we’re out too late without his permission.”
Eddie’s face became something akin to a scowl, “Collie, Honey, he doesn’t own you. He doesn’t own me. We can do what we want.”
Columbia looks at him with a concerned face, “I just don’t like to see him angry. Especially at you.”
Columbia gazed at him pleadingly for a few moments until he finally gave in, sighing and rolling his eyes.
“Alright, come on and get dressed. Good luck finding all of your clothes though, I think I might’ve thrown one out the window.” Eddie smirked.
Columbia giggled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, stretching and moving the blanket off herself to begin the search for her shorts…
The next thing she knew, she was met with blinding light. Panic spread through her as she realized she was chained to a table, frenzied breaths leaving her and she tried to squirm free of her constraints.
She froze when Frank’s voice filled the room.
“Helllllo, my dear. We’ve been anxiously awaiting your rejoining of reality for hours! I was scared I had killed you with the gas, you seemed to be having a bit of a..negative reaction to it. Hopefully your little dreams brought you some joy though, by the way you were whimpering I think they might have~.”
Columbia felt warm, confused tears gush down her cheeks, eyes flickering around the room, trying to see Frank through the harsh, stinging light.
“Aw now, don’t cry! It may take a few more minutes to adjust back into reality, but you’re here now! Now, smile for the camera! You look so pretty darling. I’ll be in once you stop blubbering, I need to check if your fever has gone down before we can start the next round of tests.”
There was a pause. Columbia could hear her heart roaring in her ears.
Have you ever dreamt about owning the scaly skin of Queen Elizabeth II? Well I just did, and am currently attempting to stitch together to broken shards that make up my memories.
Essentially, it went something like this: I was watching a newscast. Queen Elizabeth II had unexpectedly passed, and the anchor was urging all viewers in possession of her skin to dispose of it immediately. Now, I’d normally question how an immortal could die, and how I was in possession of her skin, and why it looked like a shedded snakeskin, but this is 2020, so I accepted it and moved on. I neatly folded her skin and disposed of it in a wastebasket.
However, I received a call from someone who obviously was important and whose directives I should follow. I forget why, but its not important. All I remember is that I was immediately fishing the Queen’s skin from the trash, and had the sudden knowledge I was being hunted for it, and whatever was hunting me was in my house. I immediately boarded myself into my brother’s bedroom with another band of survivors. I don’t know where they came from, I didn’t recognize any of them, but they were on my side.
It became apparent the things hunting me were a slightly furrier version of the dogs from Ghostbusters. It became apparent because they tried to beat down the door to the closet, which they had grown in, and the main bedroom door. The final thing that became apparent was that they were rapidly growing. Now, I knew that the doors wouldn’t hold for long, so I screamed incomprehensibly and jumped out the window with my crew, with the dogs and their masters following. Their masters happened to be human sized versions of SpaceGodzilla and Destoroyah.
The house explodes, me and my crew are in the streets, and the eclectic assortment of monsters from within the house come flying towards us. This, naturally, dissolves into a street fight. I get knocked around, and come to my senses to witness an ordinary street fight. The Queen’s skin and being hunted have long receded from my memory. I notice an assortment of small buildings and fortress walls on my lawn, which I begin picking up and collecting. Unfortunately, my collecting was cut short by my waking up to find I had accidentally set my alarm to an hour before I needed it to be, and was therefore unnecessarily tired for the rest of the day.
In conclusion, I don’t need drugs.
(No drugs, alcohol, or other mind altering substances were involved in the production of this story. No kangaroos were harmed in the production either.)
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you're on a ship, sailing through a shopping mall made of glass. through the windows you see nothing. nothing. nothing. you want to describe it but you lack the words. there's just nothing. your eyes itch