A/N-Yeah so I'm back with more stuff.Thanks to those of you who have read and reviewed.Pretend that phones have been invented already,okay? And sorry for language but that's why it's rated T. And for the sake of the 2nd skit, just pretend for a teeny tiny second that when Erik makes the insulting remark about his girlfriend,he's talking about Carlotta. Just for that one moment in time and than you can forget about it.

Disclaimer-I'll own it when the majority of phanfiction is E/R.And even if by some miracle that does happen than I was lying.

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Raoul, Christine,Erik,and Meg are hanging out at Phillipe's house.Erik is on the phone with someone.

"Yes,that will be one hundred pounds of manure.We're redoing our entire lawn.And if we're not there to pick it up than just dump it all on the front porch!" he than slams down the phone with an evil smirk on his face.

Raoul stares at him impressively. "The managers are really going to be freaked out about this."

"Well they should have followed my instructions and paid me on time."stated Erik matter of factly.

Phillipe than comes in from the other room.

"Is that blonde,ballerina girl here? The one that knows her place in society." asked the Comte directing that last statement towards Christine.

The opera star gave him a death glare and replied, "Her name is Meg." She than gave a little cough that sounded a lot like 'asswipe'.

"I don't really care." said Phillipe ,obviously not hearing the derogatory comment madeabout him."Your mother called and she wants you to," he pauses so that he can clear his throat, "GO HOME!" He turns to exit ,but than turns around . "Oh and brother,stop saying horny."

Raoul looks at him trying to feign innocence and points at the departing Meg yelling," It's not mePhillipe.It was Meg!"

Meg turns to look at the Vicomte, hands on hips. "You Monseiur,are a bitch."

Later at her house, Madame Giry walks up to Meg.

With a concerned look on her face,Madame Giry began the talk she had prepared."Meg, I don't like this gang of ruffians you have associated yourself with."

"They're my friends!" burst Meg.

"That's what they want you to call them.I held my tongue when you started to wear that fancy perfume,but I can remain silent no longer! You have brought the Devil's music into our home!" She than brings forth Erik's music box."

"That is not the Devil's music.It's Erik's." simply said Meg.

"Listen to what it says when I play it backwards." Madame Giry than starts to play the music box backwards.

Meg listens to the strange noises portruding from the music box and cringes. "That cannot be good for the music box."

"Can you hear it?" asked her mother. "There it is. Devil love me! Devil lives! I can hear it plain as day." ranted the ballet instructor.

Meg started to laugh uncontrollably.She sees the strange look that her mother is giving her. "Erik has been teaching me a different language,and from what I've learned the music box is saying 'I want to have sex with your monkey." explained Meg quite innocently. She sees the stern look that has now replaced the puzzled one and blurted "Of course I've never done that.Nor have I been in affiliation with someone who has." in her defense.

Later,Meg is back at Phillipe's house hanging out with Raoul,Christine,and Erik.

"I'm telling you. I heard it myself. The devil is singing backwards on the music box!" said Meg ,who was now quite frightened with what her mother had shown her.

"It's not the devil,Meg." began Erik. "It's parliament! They sneak evil messages into music boxes to silence those creative enough to come up with a delightful tone!They also do it because they know that classical music turns women on!" he than raises his fists in triumph after he's done with his rant.

"Doesn't practically anything turn women on?" inquired Raoul as he shoved an eclair in his mouth.

"I know that masks,money,and cute nicknames turn me on." stated Christine. "Oh and food!"

Meg is looking everywhere in a paranoid fashion."When you play the music box backwards,you can hear the Devil speak.I'm starting to hear him everywhere." She turns to face Erik. "Ahhhhhh!"

We see Erik is staring at her in a menacing manner. Meg looks to Raoul for comfort just to see him have his head cocked to the side and his eyes wide open like a zombie.

"Satan is your master Meg! Worship Satan!" said Erik in a most ghoulish tone.

"Ai!" whimpers the horribly frightened Meg.

"But before you worship Satan," continued Erik in the ghoulish tone, "get him a bottle of wine! Get Satan wine! Get Satan wine! Wine get me some wine,Meg." said Erik coming back to his normal voice. "Come on.Get me some wine."

A look of relief comes upon Meg. "Oh thank God. You had me so scared there."

Erik than goes back to his frightening look and ghoulish voice,"Satan changed his mind to root beer!"

"Ahhhhhh!" screams Meg in horror with a little jump.

Later on it's just Erik and Meg in the house.

"Allright,Meg.I've devised a way to sneak in the devil music past your mother.I've made this music box that's very innocent looking." He holds up a music box with a ballerina on it. He than holds up the device that plays the music. "Inncont box meet devil music." He proceeds to put the device in the box pretending that the box is resisting. "Don't resist me,ballerina. No! It hurts!Come on take it! No,you're hurting me! Ahhhhhhh."

"But what if my mom hears the music?" asked Meg with concern in her voice.

"Than Satan commands us to kill them!" responded Erik in his ghoulish voice.

"No..." whimpered Meg sadly.

"Don't worry.I've made this tube that you can put in your ear that will allow you to listen to it." said Erik ,back to normal.

"Yay." cheered Meg happy that she didn't have to kill anyone.

Later Erik is at Meg's house and they are listening to the box through the eartube.Madame Giry passes by them,sees that it's innocent looking enough and goes on her merry way.

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Phillipe is sitting at the kitchen table when Raoul walks in and sits down.He starts to gather some food unto his plate.

Phillipe sighs at his little brother. "Raoul,look at yourself. You still lounge about my house doing nothing. What are you going to do with your life?"

Raoul stops eating and stares at his brother blankly. "I dunno." replies the Vicomte dully.

"When are you moving out of the house?" asked the Comte rather pointedly.

"I dunno." said Raoul in the same dull voice.

"How is ,Christine?"

"I dunno."

"What is your job situation?"

"I dunno."

"How's your future looking?"

"I dunno." stated Raoul shrugging his shoulders.

Phillipe shook his head in disappointment after he was done with the questioning. "Your'e life just seems to be one big question mark. Well 'I dunno' about you ,but I don't support bums. So if you don't have a life plan by this evening than no more suppers for you at this house." He than takes back Raoul's plate.

"Fine.I can deal without supp...Wait. What's for dinner?" frantically asked the young man to the chef.

The chef sighed a bit sadly knowing what the answer was. "Fried chicken." Raoul's favorite.

The Viscount gasps in horror. "You madman!" Just than Erik walks into the kitchen and starts getting some food. Phillipe looks at him and starts firing off the same round of questioning.

"Erik,when are you moving out?"

"Soon." replied Erik quickly.

"How's your girlfriend?"

"Shallow as hell." replied Erik smoothly.

"Your job?"

"Dead end."

"Your future?"

"Bleak." simply stated the former Ghost.

Phillipe looks at him in a proud manner."Chef, feed this boy."

So Raoul heads over to the Opera house and tells Christine about his conversation with his brother.

"And if I don't have a 'life' plan by supper than,he's not going to feed me anymore." finished Raoul rather sadly.He than looks up at his fiancee inquisitively. "Christine,dear,what are you going to do with your life?"

"Well,I'm glad you asked. I am going to rededicate myself to the arts.Go back into the singing thing.Maybe practice some ballet so I have something to fall back on."

Raoul stares at her impressively. "You are truly amazing." He gives her a light kiss. " And I will support you one-hundred percent."

It's lunch time now and Raoul walks into the kitchen in a very happy mood. He reaches for a sandwich and is about to bite in when he realizes that there is someone else in there with him. He turns and sees his brother.

"So," began Phillipe "I guess you have a plan since you think you can eat here. Let me hear it." The elder sibling gazed at the younger expectantly.

"Christine is going to rededicate herself to the arts.Go back into singing and dancing." stated the young man matter of factly.

"That's good for her, but I want to know your plan,not your fiancee's."

"My plan is to support Christine's plan." said Raoul rather smugly.He than prepares to take a bite when Phillipe yanks the sandwich away.

"Not good enough.Get a better one." He than gives him a smack on the head and sends him on his way.

It is now evening and Raoul is just lounging about his room with Christine.

"I'm not sure what I want to do with my life." said the Viscount rather dejectedly.Christine is giving him pats on the back to make him feel better. "I don't feel like leaving and our relationship is fine. I'm perfectly healthy and I just want to enjoy life." His face suddenly brightens up and he jumps off the edge of his bed. "That's it! I'm going to claim my chicken!" He than marches into the dining room and grabs a chair.

"So you wanna hear my plan? Huh?" asks Raoul as he starts to pile chicken on his plate.

"When am I moving out? Make me. Me and Christine are just hanging out. My job? I quit.It was way too stuffy. And what am I doing with my future? Nothing." He than starts to eat in celebration of finding a plan.

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A/N-This next onetakes placewhen the featured charactes are teenagers.

Antoinette,Phillipe,Erik,Firmin,and Andre are just hanging out at the opera house.They are backstage,watching a play being performed for charity.It also happens to be Halloween.

Firmin sighs in disgust. "This is such a scam.You know that they're just putting all this money in their pockets. The managers here are such scamartists."

Andre turns to his friend."If we ask you, everything is a scam."

"Everything is a scam." stated Firmin firmly.

"Just lighten up,man." said Phillipe in a calming tone. "Remeber how much fun we used to have on Halloween? Running around the rafters,freaking people out, making costumes, trick-or-treating..."

"Trick-or-treating?" interrupted Erik with a puzzled look on his face. "What's that?"

"It's when you dress up in a costume,knock on someone's door,say 'Trick-orTreat!',and they give you candy." explained Antoinette.

"The best part of Halloween," continued the young noble "is getting so scared that you pee your own pants. One time my father told me this story called 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow' ,and I got so scared that I couldn't sleep for a month!" Everyone turns and gives him a weird look to which he returns with a blush.

"So," suddenly said Erik,bringing everyone out of the awkward moment, "people will just give you candy.No strings attached!" questioned the young boy still not believing it.

Antoinette sighed in frustration. "Yes,Erik,just get over it!"

"We could go by my church." offered Andre. "They're doing some sort of service about the abominations of Halloween."

"I don't really want to get freaked out by a bunch of Catholics." said Firmin dismissing the notion.

"Or maybe we could see that play about that serial killer!" offered Andre yet again.

Antoinette looked discomforted by that suggestion. "It sounds distasteful."

"I know!" shouted Phillipe excitedly. "We could go to the catacombs of the Opera house."

"Erik's house?" asked Antoinette with much doubt in her voice.

"Yeah.I mean we'll try and go to some place he hasn't been before.It's all dark and freaky and junk.We could ,like, tell ghost stories."

"Free candy? Even if you are horribly deformed?" questioned Erik still not getting the concept.

"Yes!" shouts Andre.

"How come people aren't allowed there?" inquired Antoinette.

"Supposedly there's like some guy down there who has a horde of rats that follow him cus his heads made out of fire.Oh,and the devil like creatures that supposedly power the furnaces.And the weird felt thing that takes you back to the managers office if you stumble down there." listed Firmin in a plain voice that suggested that nothing of interest was down there.

"Hmmmm. I wonder what could have brought all of these things?" said Andre as he cast a look of suspicion towards Erik.

"Lay off him." said Antoinette coming to his defense. "All those things are just rumored to be there."

Andre still had an uncaring look ,"How convenient."

"So you're telling me, that if I showed up at someone's house and say 'Trick-or-Treat, they'll give me a free piece of candy?" asked Erik with a look of amazement still stuck on his face.

At this time everyone was fed up with him asking so they all turned and yelled, "YES!"

Erik just shrugs his shoulders. "I don't believe you guys."

We than see Erik standing outside of someone's door,dressed in his little tux and white porcelain mask, with everyone else in normal clothes behind him waiting for him to be done. He knocks on the door and holds out his bag to the person who opens it.

"Trick-or-Treat!" he yells ,anticipating what will come his way. The person at the door dumps an apple in his bag.Erik looks dubiously inside of his bag. "An apple? Where's my candy you bastard?" The person at the door just slams the door in his face.

In the days to come that house mysteriously burned to the ground. Noone was hurt nor was arson ever expected though the firefighters had their doubts. But that's not the point.So they all go to the play that Andre suggested.It just happens to be very graphic and gory.

We see Phillipe and Antoinette sitting next to each other as they watch.We hear screams and shots."That girl is very good." remarked Phillipe with approval in his voice.

"Yes." agreed Antoinette. "I hope she lives." More screams and shots are heard. Antoinette now looks regretfully at the stage. "Huh. Oh well.Too bad for her."

We now move to Firmin,Andre,and Erik.Andre is basically cowering in fear ,trying to cover his eyes.Erik just stares in confusion. "Why doesn't someone just strangle him? It wouldn't be that hard. I mean he walks so slow that you could practically walk up and throttle him yourself."

We hear more screams and shots."Yeah,this play is so unconvincing." said Andre unconvincingly as he now goes into the fetal position.

Now more screams and shots are heard."Awwww,that girl was just about to take off her shirt! Why do all the slutty,hot girls die?" questioned Firmin as he stared at the stage in sadness.

Now the gang's inside of the Opera house catacombs.

"Man.This place is a dump.Why would you choose to live here,Erik?" questioned Phillipe as he looked around the place in bewilderment.

"You know Phillipe,a lot of people come down here and are never heard from again." saidFirmin smartly. "And they're souls are supposedly still trapped down here forever."

Erik than starts making little ghost noises. "Oohhhh oooohhhhh ohhhh."

Andre than pushes his way into the cente pretending to be tough. "Come on guys.Cut it out.You're scaring Antoinette." Suddenly a door slams loudly causing Andre to panic."AHHHHHHH! GET OUT OF MY WAY!" He than tries to run as fast as he can shoving Antoinette into Phillip.

Antoinette looks after him,rolling her eyes at him."Andre,it was a door."

Andre walks back in trying to regain his composure. "I knew that."

"Out of my way?" repeated Antoinette folding her arms up to her chest.

"I didn't say that!" blurted Andre still trying to play off what had happened.

"Yes,you did." stated Erik. "Right before you pushed her out of the way."

"I was simply protecting her."

"How were you protecting me?" asked the ballerina in training crossly.

"There was a ghost and ghosts are attracted to movement.That's a scientific fact!" cried Andre a bit stupidly.

"Whatever.You're so lame."

Now everyone is sitting in a circle paying attention to Phillipe as he finishes up his ghost story.

"And the man said 'Here is your daughter's sweater.She left it in my carriage last night.' And the woman said, 'Why,that is impossible.My daughter died ten years ago.Wearing that very sweater.' " he finishes and looks expectantly at everyone expecting them to be scared.

"So?" said Firmin in an uninterested tone.

"So,she was dead.And...he gave her a ride.And she was dead!" shouted the Viscount trying to get a spook outt of someone.

Erik spoke up in a clearly bored voice."I grew up with a bunch of freaks and misfits.I've seen gypsie traitors hung from trees and condemned men get torn apart .Your story was not scary."

"Not scary?" spat Phillipe in amazement, "The ghost of a dead girl gave him her sweater!"

"What does a ghost need with a sweater?" inquired Firmin who had a look of utter confusion on his face.

"Maybe it's to keep her guts from falling out." offered Andre.

Erik started to laugh."You can tell that the story wasn't scary because Andre-ina hear didn't run out of the room screaming and wetting his pants!"

"Shut up.And I'll have you know that the feminine form of my name is Aundrea." said Andre trying to scrounge up as much of his dignity that he had left,not realizing that he had just lost it with that last statement.

"Whatever, Aundrea.Anyone else got a good one?" asked Antoinette who was now bored out of her mind.

"Ok." started Phillipe once again, "There was a man named Icabod Crane ,and he lived in the village of Sleepy Hollow."

"Let me guess." interrupted Firmin. "He left his jacket somewhere!" He laughs at his own joke.

Phillipe gets up in a huff. "Allright,you know what! Halloween is ruined. There's nothing that scares us anymore."

"You can say that again." remarked Erik as he began to stretch. "Boy,my mask is making me itchy." Than without considering what would happen the deformed boy takes off his mask to relieve himself of his itch.He notices that the room has gotten deathly quiet ,and that all of the other boys are staring at him. "Guys,why are you star...Oh crud." He hurriedly puts his mask back on and tries to make them calm down. It istoo late though,and everyone,except for Antoinette, runs out screaming.

The ballerina looks at her friend sadly. "How many times have I told you not to take off your mask? I think they must have mentally blocked the image of your face from last time."

Erik sighs. "I know.I wonder how long it will take to get them back?" His attitudes suddenly brighten. "Hey,at least they finally found something that scares them!"

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A/N-There you go. Sorry for further making Erik's life seem sucky.But you know we can never permanently stay away from that issue.At least I didn't do it like that one episode of Spongebob where Patrick runs away because he didn't know that was his brain.