The Phantoms of the Opera And The Things They Do To Annoy Nadir.

The Miserable Phantom.

Cherik is usually noted as being the sweetest, most innocent of the Phantoms. But what does he think about that?

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Christine: *knocks on Cherik's door*
Knock knock. Can I come in?

Cherik: *sitting on his bed, hugging his knees*
*shakes his head and looks away*

Christine: *sighs and slips in, closing the door behind her*
Cherik, what's wrong?

Cherik: I wanted to watch Mes Lizzardarbdays....

Christine: Les Miserablés. I'm not sure you did. There's a lot of guns and blood. A lot of people die in it.

Cherik: *looks at his hands*
*bursts into tears*
But I've killed people!

Christine: *pulls him into a hug*
*rocks him back and forth*
Oh, you are Music...
Beautiful Music.
And you are Light
To me...

Cherik: *snuggles into her gown and murmurs along with her*

Christine: Say you'll share with me-

Merik and Gerik: *burst into the room, tumbling over each other in a series of limbs, fighting each other to kneel in front of Christine*

Merik: ONE LOVE, ONE LIFETIME!

Gerik: SAY THE WORD AND I WILL FOLLOW YOU!

Cherik: *looks away*
*picks up his teddy and holds him close*
Ooooh, Christine, I'm in love with you...

Merik: Shut it, Care Bear. No one knows your musical.

Christine: MERIK!

Merik: It's TRUE! Let the person who can defend him comment the next lyric to that song he just sang!

Cherik: *bursts into another set of tears*
*runs out of his room, clutching his teddy bear*

Gerik: *slaps Merik upside the head*
Idiot.

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In the attic a few minutes later.

Cherik: *rocking back and forth in a dark corner*
Paris is a tomb,
Paris is a room....
No doors... no windows...
No....
Oh, Chrissy.
*hugs his teddy bear*

*the trapdoor opens*

Kerik: *jumps up through the hole with every definition of grace, carrying a book*
*closes the trapdoor and spots Cherik*
Oh. Carebear Carriére. I didn't expect to see you here.
*settles at his table and flips to his page*

Cherik: *watching*
Hello. What are you reading?

Kerik: *glances up*
IT by Stephen King. Rather good, for modern horror of course. Although it could never hold a candle to a good slice of Frankenstein.

Cherik: *shuffles forwards*
Can I read it when you're done?