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A/N: Chapter 1 takes place about a month after chapter 2. Yet it is a prologue of sorts - the bulk of the story revolves around the bargain, the 10,000. Hopefully all that doesn't confuse people.


"Ten-zousand Transylvanian Dollars? Just to find you a suitable new mistress?" Magenta whispered, her green eyes wide.
"Yes, indeed," Frank said, smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Quite generous of me, isn't it?"
"Too generous," Riff Raff muttered darkly.
The Master chuckled. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm only giving the two of you three weeks to complete this task. It's highly unlikely you'll succeed."
At this, Magenta frowned slightly. Three weeks certainly didn't seem like a long time. Yet it really couldn't be that hard. There was an Earthling town nearby, presumably full of young women. Surely at least one would be willing to
Also, both of the Vitus siblings were known for their determination. They were also considered slightly amoral at times. Nothing could stand in the way of their ambition.
"What happens if we… fail?" Riff asked.

"Oh, I'll have you killed or something," Frank replied nonchalantly.
"We accept," Magenta said quickly. She really wasn't one to turn down a dare.
This horrified her brother. What was she thinking? Things were dangerous enough for them already. What kind of fool accepting such an offer? Competitive and daring as she was, Magenta wasn't actually stupid. Had something addled her mind? Had she had a drink earlier? One of Magenta's many fantastic talents was her ability to appear sober even when rather tipsy. The drinks only affected her internally. The Master still hadn't figured this out, luckily. Servants weren't supposed to drink on the job. Of course, Riff often wanted to… if only to keep calm in this mad, mad, mad world…

It was at that point that ze Master sauntered out of the room - vintage dress swaying and shoes click-clacking. His glittering purple boa trailed behind him like a large fashionable snake. Riff was almost impressed by his deranged confidence. Sure, that man was a monster. Yet one just had to respect - and perhaps envy - somebody who could pull of such flamboyant clothing.
Of course, this didn't mean Riff Raff liked his Master. No. He envied the man in a variety of ways. Only Magenta found Riff attractive and nobody understood his sense of humor. All his life he'd been thin and he'd begun to bald in his early 20s. Not to mention the dark circles under his eyes (the result of a lifelong struggle with insomnia) and his lack of charm. Frank, on the other hand… well, he was like Jim Morrison or Iggy Pop. Practically everyone wanted to at least make-out with the guy. His charm and sexuality were impossible to resist. He had more groupies than any Transylvanian rockstar. Between that and his ability to pull of crazy clothes - who wouldn't be jealous?
"Vhat is it?" Magenta asked.
"Hmm?"
"You're staring into space. Vhat is vrong?"
Riff sighed. "Nothing… dear sister."
"Liar," she replied, teasingly.
"It's the Master. Why must he be so much more charming, so much more likable?"

Magenta shrugged. "Vho knows?" She paused, then added: "At least you're a better scientist than he is. Everyone knows zat. Also, have you noticed than none of ze girlfriends stick around? He is a monster. As soon as people realize zis zey leave him."
This was true, Riff knew. It still didn't make him feel much better.
The two siblings stared at each other for a moment, unsure what to do next.
"Perhaps ve should start vorking on ze new project," Magenta said, eventually. "Ve only have a few weeks to do zis, after all…"
Her brother nodded in agreement, then said: "What's the first… step?"
"Visiting ze town and to see if ve can find a the right girl."
"Someone unattached and desperate, perhaps?"
"Of course. Someone vho von't be able to say no. Somevon in need."
"That's exploitive, my dear."
"I know." She grinned. "What fun we'll have…"


A few hours later they'd both donned earthling clothes - jeans and a t-shirt in Riff's case, a plaid sweater dress and a brown vest in Magenta's - and piled into an old pick up truck. It had been painted a sort of grey-ish, gloomy light blue. The seats were torn in places, as if they'd been attacked by a dinosaur with giant claws. The engine made a hideously loud rumbling sound whenever it was running. Sometimes there was a strange noise that Magenta called 'coughing'. Riff absolutely hated the old truck, though it was all they had.
"Perhaps ve can use out ten-zousand dollars to get a better car, darling," Magenta said brightly, as Riff tried to start the engine.
The car sputtered pathetically, then came to life.
Slowly but surely they left the castle driveway and began to make their way down the old dirt road. They passed a variety of ancient-looking, shade-inducing, sky-reaching evergreen trees as they drove on and on. Once they were out of the woods they found themselves surrounded by yellowed, crumbling corn fields. Since it was winter everything looked rather dead. Even the clouds above seemed grey and gloomy. Though it depressed Magenta, she preferred this shadiness to the bright summer sunlight. They never got any direct sunlight back home. Their moons reflected the light of a nearby star that Transylvanians couldn't see for various, complicated reasons.
On and on they drove. Finally they found themselves surrounded by rows of boring, identical brick houses. The same-ness of it all bothered both Magenta and Riff. He called them the Clone Houses or the Factory-Built Houses. They certainly looked like they'd been produced in a factory, via assembly line.
After a bit more driving they found themselves in the town square - surrounded by shops and some larger houses. They soon parked the car in front of the Ma Gallagher's Diner. According to the locals, Ma's milkshakes were the best in the world.
There were a number of people wandering around on that gloomy day. Housewives went in and out of shops. Kids skipping school messed around in the fountain that stood proudly in the middle of the square. The men were all at work, it seemed.
The two siblings stood there in silence for a while.
Finally, Magenta said: "Why don't we start by saying hello to some of ze vaitresses in the diner, there?"


A/N: Magenta's slightly uneven accent was intentional. That's how she is in the movie, after all.

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