A/N: Tell me what you think. I need a humorous phantom phic. I thrive on your reviews! (And Erik needs them for daily nourishment!)
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Diary of Erik.
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New chick in the opera house. I mean, little girl. Because I am in no way having perverted, misguided thoughts that will eventually turn into sexual frustration and obsession... yeah.
Cute widdle petit girlie girlie... aw... she's so leetle and swmall...
Name's Christine.
Hmm. Father died. How conveinent. She's...crying? Aw! No! Don't cry! It's ok, Erik's here!
goes off to comfort
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How cuuuute! She calls me an angel! Hehe, I've always wanted to be one of those... stupid face. Ah well.
And not only does my widdle chwistine cry, she sings too! Nice tone, horrible technique... must remedy this by singing to her.
Aw... she likes it when I sing. Look at her leedle body just sleepin...
Is not thinking perverted thoughts
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You know, I think this chicka's hitting puberty. Seemed very touche... rather irritable as well. Told me to go away. Wah! That's never happened before. On the up side, pweeety voice. Maybe this growing up thing isn't so bad. She has gotten kind of pretty also... not a cute pretty... kind of makes me want to think perverted thoughts...
Maybe I should just wait...yeah...
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Ah! Look at my Christine! I can't believe she's gotten so big! I used to look at her and think "Aw...le petit Christine! She is so leetel! And petit!" And now whenever I look at her, it's like "HOT DAMN!"
I 'accidentally' watched her through the mirror again today.. Yeah, you know the one. Hey, I can't help it if she just decides to change while I'm there... I'm a complete victim to those whims you know...
Maybe I should seduce her into my lair now.
Nah...that'd kinda ruin the whole Angel of Music thing...
Plus I think Madame Giry's onto me. But maybe that's because on the last note to the managers it was on paper that I had made a sketch of... things... happening... oops.
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What to do today? Madame Giry says if I stay shut up in my lair (what she means is watching the ballet girls christine cough christine change again) she'll come down and really show me 'black despair'.
Hmm, I could always breathe down Buquet's neck. That's usually quite fun.
I could look in the mirror... my mirrow that is. Not Christine's. eh... nah. That's never fun.
I know! Time to SEDUCE!
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