RHPS: The Completely Real yet Extremely Biased Ending

Previously, on The Rocky Horror Picture Show

"And now, Frank-N-Furter, your time has come. Say goodbye to all of this... and say hello to Oblivion." Riff-Raff scowled menacingly, slowly being overcome with bitterness as he raised the Antimatter Riflette towards the Transvestite's corset-bound chest. Frank gulped, slowly crawling backwards but to no avail Riff-Raff's aim didn't break as he followed his former master up the stairs of the stage. Columbia screamed as the sound of the gun's energy current charged up. Though the excuse may be through instinctual reaction, Riff felt like testing his hidden toy. He spun around and narrowed his sights before pulling his finger on the jagged trigger. Columbia was unable to move in time as three glowing red beams of fractured light thrusted into the Groupie's small bust, nearly cutting a swath through her chest and fatally vaporizing her tortured heart.

Columbia dropped, taking the camera of the Show Floor with her as she made her dead-weight descent. Frank gasped in horror as he saw the weapon was fully operational. Riff-Raff spun around again, firing on the stairs. Doctor Furter was quicker now that the adrenaline had activated in his body. He took off running back up the stage, feverishly dodging blaster fire from the Transylvanian Assassin. Frank soon saw that there was no way out. He exchanged a panicked look with his dear child Rocky, who was trembling with massive tears rolling down his tanned cheeks. Frank looked up at the show curtain and decided to tempt fate. He grabbed a wad of it in his fist, pulling himself up and scaling the soft fabric like a cat.

Riff-Raff locked on target, aiming down the sight. Magenta watched from the side, analyzing the situation while occasionally checking the status of the loading Transit Beam. Riff dropped to his knee for better stability as he took the shot. Frank screamed as intense heat spilled through his back, before his eyes went black. He slipped down the curtain, falling a good 10 feet onto his smoking spine.

Riff-Raff blew the prongs of his Riflette, sighing softly as he looked at Magenta with a non-verbal "Mission Accomplished." He spun back around as he heard horrible wailing and moans of sorrow. Rocky clodded forward towards his creator's corpse, cuddling the cadaver close to his bulky chest. Riff-Raff's eyes widened in threatened surprise as Rocky turned around, roaring at him like Lou Ferrigno just stepped on a Lego. He pounded his chest like a Silverback Gorilla before easily hefting his maker up into a Bridal hold. Frank's head sagged backwards, his legs lifelessly swaying as Rocky lumbered towards the large RKO tower.

The Handyman took several shots to Rocky's chest but he was surprised to see that the beams were merely bouncing off of his bulging pectorals like sunbeams on a mirror. Rocky draped Doctor Furter onto his back as he scaled the tower, leaving everyone watching in shock. Riff took one more shot, shooting at Rocky's Achilles' Tendon. He faltered on the metal beams but continued to climb. Riff growled, firing at the Monster's hand. It caught flame as the knuckles blistered messily, blood running down Rocky's forearm as he screeched. Finally, from the weight of it all, the RKO tower slowly teetered backwards.

Rocky and Frank both collided with the water of the Floor Show's Pool, splashing into the front rows of the audience seats and plummeting them both into a watery grave. Riff-Raff and Magenta back away, the Handyman holstering his firearm.

"You killed them..." Brad uttered in surprise.

"I thought you liked them," Magenta turned with an inquisitive look, eyeing up her brother's bloodlusting orbs.

"He didn't like me!" Riff-Raff spun around, barking through spittle and gritted teeth. Magenta recoiled in shock. "HE NEVER LIKED ME!!!"

Magenta frowned. "I see... well... our objective has been fulfilled. You need not fret anymore, dear brother. We may return now back home... to Transsexual, Transylvania." Riff-Raff scowled a bit, but acknowledged the situation otherwise.  

"Yes... I suppose." Riff-Raff nodded, telling the others to scram as the castle rumbled. Magenta took her brother's hand in her own, smiling. Unlike their master... they were finally going home.