A few months had passed since the Il Mutodisaster at the Opera Populaire. Life slowly began to return to normal… For the most part. Following the death of Joseph Buquet, Andre and Firmin quickly dissuaded the entire event as a freak accident, ensuring the public nothing like it would happen again. It took a while for the patrons to believe them, but overtime they forgot the horrid scene and soon started to fill up the performance hall once again. Before long, the Opera Populaire was back at full capacity, with more amazing shows nearly ever week. Fortunately, it seemed the Phantom completely vanished overnight and not a word from him to be heard ever since.
As for Christine and Raoul, they spent the last few months in complete bliss. Ever since they confessed their love for one another, they spent nearly every waking moment together. Christine eventually moved out of the ballet dormitories and moved with Raoul in the De Chagny Manor. Before going, however, she insisted that Raoul allow the Mane Six and Spike to come with them. It didn’t take even a moment for Raoul to agree, seeing how in the short time getting to know them he too came to see them as friends.
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Three months later…
Rarity strolled the halls of the De Chagny manor, pausing for a moment to look out the window overlooking Paris. From where she stood, she could see a slight outline of the Opera Populaire. She sighed sadly, thinking about Erik as she had every day since their last meeting. She felt dreadful, leaving him all alone on that roof all that time ago. She had forgotten why she was even upset with him in the first place. True, murdering Buquet was wrong and nothing short of terrible. But he did save Fluttershy, so at least he had a good reason… This was so confusing.
“Rarity!”
The fashionista unicorn nearly jumped out of her skin, turning to see Spike standing behind her. He was looking at her, by his face he was rather confused.
“Are you alright?” Spike asked.
It took a moment for Rarity to catch her breath before responding.
“Of course, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity answered. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just… I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. But you seemed distracted, come to think of it you’ve been distracted these past few months.
Rarity tried to brush it off as though it was nothing.
“Oh Spike, I suppose I’m just missing home is all.”
Fortunately for Rarity, that answer made complete sense for the little baby dragon.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Spike nodded. “Thankfully, Twilight assured us that though time certainly flies by here, it won’t affect Equestria time at all.”
That indeed was something to be quite thankful about. Since their television adventures began, much time passed in all those words. The Mane Six were thankful, however, that the amount of time spent in one world didn’t affect the time they left Equestria.
“That is true,” Rarity nodded, yawning. “I suppose it’s time for me to turn in for the night. Good night my little Spikey-Wikey.”
Rarity leaned down and gave the little dragon a kiss on the cheek. Once she pulled away, Spike froze in place and fell to the side as giant hearts replaced his pupils.
“Good night, Rarity,” Spike said, dreamily.
Rarity couldn’t help but giggle at her little friend. She knew he still carried a massive crush on her, she honestly found it completely adorable. She hoped one day he’ll find some pony his own age, someone who will love him as he loves her. When that day comes, Rarity would be happy for him.
And not like the time Rarity got super jealous when Spike started hanging with Gabby.
Dude, we’ve been over this! Let the PhD guy worry about that ship.
I’M NOT A DOCTOR!!!
*Pause* Anyways, as Rarity entered one of the many bedrooms of the mansion, which Raoul allowed her to have, her thoughts once again were plagued with terrible memories since this journey began. After seeing Christine and Raoul together, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of the love they shared that she feared she’d never find. Tears pooled from her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she climbed into bed to lie down for the night.
After a few hours and absolutely no sleep, Rarity finally had enough and threw the covers off herself. She huffed as she approached the fireplace, which burned brightly at the end of the room, and sat alongside it. As she stared into the flames, once again her thoughts returned to Erik. For some reason, she couldn’t push the thought of him out of her head. They had so much in common: They were both eccentric, lovers of fine arts, and passionate about their work.
“Why is it that I feel such a connection with Erik?” Rarity thought. “Could it… Could it be perhaps I might actually… ‘Like’ him?
“No! It can’t possibly be true. He’s a human and I’m a pony. We come from completely different worlds… And yet, there’s something about him…”
“Oh, I can’t stand this anymore!” Rarity said, aloud.
Finally, Rarity had enough of these thoughts and needed a long walk. It was winter in Paris, so she took her winter cloak, which she fashioned herself, and left the room. Creeping quietly through the halls, she made her way to the grand entrance of the manor and walked outside, shutting the giant doors as quietly as possible. Breathing heavily to herself, she took off in a gallop toward the Opera Populaire. One thing was absolutely certain: She needed to see Erik.
Unfortunately for her, her sneaking about did alert someone of her departure. Spike was laying along Twilight on a giant bed, as they both slept peacefully. Only when he heard the creaking in the night did he slowly stir from his slumber yawning to himself. Slowly getting out of bed, so as not to wake Twilight, he approached the window to investigate. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he saw Rarity run off towards Paris, his eyes widening.
“Where’s she going this late at night?” Spike asked, to himself.
Nevertheless, Spike knew very well Rarity shouldn’t be off on her own. Rather than waking Twilight and the others, Spike slipped out of the room quickly and out the front door of the manor. He studies Rarity’s hoof prints in the snow, which led straight to Paris.
“Rarity, what are you doing?”
Flapping his little wings, Spike hovered into the air and burst off after his friend. He could only hope she wasn’t going where he thinks she was trotting toward.
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Soon enough, Rarity came upon the Opera Populaire, the building stood completely empty. Seeing as how it was the holiday season, most productions wouldn’t take place until the new season. Approaching the side of the opera house, Rarity made her way toward the back and through the stage entrance. As she crept through the dark halls, she’d have no problem believing this place was haunted had she not known any better. Fortunately, she knew where everything was even in the utter blackness and soon found herself in Christine’s dressing room.
“Erik, are you here?” Rarity called.
Nothing but silence was heard throughout the entire area. Even the wind itself made no sound; you could hear a pin drop.
“Please Erik, I just want to talk.”
Once again, nothing but silence. Quite frankly, Rarity didn’t blame him if he didn’t wish to talk to her. For three months, she hadn’t spoken a word to him or even seen him at all. Not even a single red rose was sent to her. This saddened her, as she always looked forward to them. She sighed in defeat, turning sadly.
“I don’t blame you for not wanting to see me. I should have been more sympathetic to you, more willing to listen and understand. All I can say is… I’m sorry.”
A lone tear fell from her beautiful blue eye as she was about to leave. Suddenly, the sound of movement caught her attention and she quickly turns as the large mirror opened, revealing the secret passageway to her. However, instead of seeing Erik standing there, she stood face-to-face with Dr. Gangle, Ms. Fleck, and Mr. Squelch. The three smiled in unison, beckoning her forward.
“We’ve been expecting you, Miss Rarity,” Dr. Gangle said.
“Many months have passed since you’ve last been here,” Ms. Fleck added.
“Come quickly, for ‘he’ will be ever so pleased to see you again,” Mr. Squelch concluded.
With the prospect of seeing Erik again, Rarity followed the trio through the mirror and the many passages leading toward the Phantom’s lair.
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Sitting at his pipe organ, Erik scribbled fiercely at his sheet music. For three long months, he worked night and day on his latest masterpiece with little to no progress. He knew exactly why this was happening to him. Ever since Christine, and that stupid fop of a Vicomte, professed their love and his only friend, Rarity, left him behind, his passion for his music greatly dwindled. After a few more moments of not making his ‘music of the night’, he had enough.
Growling madly, he ripped the sheet music into millions of pieces and threw them everywhere he could. He began destroying anything in his path, unleashing the rage and despair that took over him. After he ran out of things to destroy, he collapsed at his desk, placing his head in his hands. Never before in his horrid life had he ever had trouble composing music. Erik looked down at his desk and a smile found its way to his face when he noticed what laid on top.
A single picture he had drawn of Rarity, among many lined along the walls in such great detail. In a way, they were much like he had done with Christine. But the one sitting on his desk, the portrait of the beautiful unicorn, was the first he had drawn of her. It always managed to lift his spirits whenever he was upset. He couldn’t deny that he truly missed her, along with Christine. With both of them running through his twisted mind, the disheartened Phantom began to sing.
https://m.As he finished singing, Erik felt so emotionally drained he fell back into his chair and nearly fell backwards. Whenever he sang, he put all his emotion into it but never as much as he just did. He truly missed his muses; he missed them so much he’d do anything to have them back.
“Sir?”
The Phantom turned his head, seeing his three minions standing in the black gondola at the edge of the water.
“Why must you disturb me now?” He asked, annoyed.
“You have a visitor, sir,” Ms. Fleck smiled.
“An especially eager visitor,” Dr. Gangle added.
“One we believe you shall be rather pleased to see,” Mr. Squelch concluded.
They stepped aside allowing Erik to see who they brought into his domain. The moment the Phantom saw who it was, he started falling to his knees. There stood Rarity, in all her beauty and grace, wrapped in a winter cloak. She smiled bright at him, he in turn offered a small smile back. Then it quickly faded when he remembered their last meeting. The last time they had seen each other.
“I thought you would never wish to see me again,” Erik said, sadly.
Rarity stepped off the boat, onto the stone floor. She slowly climbed the steps, till she stood before the Phantom. On his knees, Erik was able to look her in the eye. Rarity lifted a hoof along the masked side of his face, as she smiled.
“Never will I ever wish not to see you,” Rarity said, softly.
Waving his hand to them, Erik silently beckoned the trio to leave. His minions bow their heads, before climbing back onto the gondola, drifting off back from whence they came. This left the Phantom and the unicorn completely alone.
“Erik, I truly am sorry for—”
Rarity’s words were cut off when Erik pulled her close to him, hugging her close. This caught her off guard, but after a moment she hugged him back with as much force as he gave her.
“C’est bon de te revoir mon ange,” He said, happily.
“Tu m’as manqué mon mystérieux ami,” Rarity responded.
It's good to see you again my angel…
I missed you my mysterious friend…
*Cries*
*Sniffs* DANG IT!!! Who’s cutting onions?!?!
*Clears throat* Rarity yawned, long and hard, as Erik pulled away to see the large bags under her eyes. Rarity’s eyes were bloodshot due to the lack of sleep.
“You must rest now,” Erik told her.
“No, I don’t wish to sleep,” Rarity argued, tiredly. “I haven’t seen you in so long.”
“Well, you can’t very well see me with your eyes half-closed,” Erik tried to joke.
Rarity tried to laugh, but her eyes finally shut, and she slumped forward. Thankfully, Rarity landed into Erik’s waiting arms as he picks her up with ease and carries her away to the swan bed, where he places her gently along her to sleep. Regardless how short their reunion may have been, it relieved him greatly having one of his angels back.
Now he just needed the other one…
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The next morning, Rarity awoke not knowing where she was. Her mind seemed fuzzy as she wondered what happened the other night. She sits up, looking at the bed she slept in. Memories rushed back into her mind, as she slowly stood up, unsure what to do. She ran her hoof through her silky mane, searching for Erik. She walked forward, spotting the man sitting at the desk with the mock-up stage on it. He seemed to scribble away furiously, pausing, scratching something out, and then writing again.
Rarity began to walk towards him, as quietly as possible. He wore his black coat, and she noticed something else – His mask sitting on the table; he finally wasn’t wearing it. Curiosity pried her brain with questions, but only one stood out.
“What was he hiding from the world?” Rarity thought.
Suddenly, her foot touched a pile of books, causing one to fall onto the floor. Hearing her approach, Erik’s right hand quickly flew to his face, covering the half usually covered by the mask. Rushing over, Rarity grabbed his left wrist, stopping him from grabbing said item. She knelt down beside him, gently grabbing his right wrist as well.
“Please,” Rarity pleaded, quietly. “Let me see…”
Erik glanced at her. Rarity was as curious as Christine, but it was a ‘kinder’ curiosity rather than naïve. But he quickly turned away from her face.
“No, I would only repulse you,” Erik told her. “Just like Christine…”
Rarity sighed, her hooves still holding his hands.
“Nothing about you has ever repulsed me.”
“Then, this would be the first.”
The way Erik said that, his voice so thick, it was like he was trying to suppress his tears. Rarity tried to move into his line of sight, to look him in the eyes with a soft smile.
“Erik, you won’t repulse or disgust me,” Rarity assured. “I know you hide your face for a reason. Whatever you’re hiding from the world, you were probably judged for. We’ve all been judged too much in our lives. I’ve been judged by many different people since arriving in this world. But you… You’ve obviously been judged to the point you’ve hidden yourself, which is completely unfair. I promise Erik, I won’t judge you.”
His eyes snapped to hers as she said his name, her voice so angelic and musical, not like a curse.
“I have no reason to, and I never will,” Rarity told him, releasing his left wrist. “If Christine does, then that’s her. If you don’t wish to show me, I’ll respect your wishes.”
Slowly, Erik took his mask, and Rarity stood, relinquishing his other wrist. He turned away, putting his mask back in place before turning to face Rarity. As he looked at her, she gave a warm smile while staring into his eyes.
“She truly is an angel…” Erik thought, to himself.
Erik’s head buzzed with thoughts. Should he never allow her to see his face? If she were disgusted, she’d never wish to see him again. But… If she didn’t find him a deformed demon, then he wouldn’t have to worry about her running away from him. Then, maybe his plan would work more than he originally intended. The buzzing ended with a click, as he decided.
“Rarity…” Erik began.
Rarity turned to him, nodding as a means to say, ‘go on’.
“I… I will show you why I wear the mask… But you must promise me not to tell no one of all of this, or of what I show you.”
Rarity nodded, waiting in anticipation. With a deep, slow breath and shutting his eyes, he lifts his hands shakily to the mask, his fingers gripping the edges. He slowly pulled it away, allowing light to hit the once hidden skin. And he waited… For a yell… A scream… A horrified expression…
But it never came.
His eyebrows scrunched at the silence; his eyes opened. Rarity didn’t look horrified nor disgusted or even revolted. Instead, she looked completely calm as she examined his face. She took a step closer, causing him to take a step back.
“Erik…” Rarity spoke. “It isn’t bad.”
The statement along shocked him; she wasn’t afraid.
“It… Isn’t… Bad. See?”
Rarity stretched her left hoof forward, gently touching his deformed cheek. He was taken by surprise, jumping a bit at her touch. Her hoof, so soft and smooth, against his skin. He just stared at her in disbelief.
“I’m not disgusted or repulsed,” Rarity stated.
“But… Why…” Erik muttered, almost to himself.
Rarity still didn’t move her hoof, she only smiled at him.
“Because there’s nothing wrong with you; others may think so, but it just isn’t true. You’re just different. People dislike others who aren’t the same as they are. Maybe that’s why they don’t pay attention to me at the Opera House – I just have a different personality. I know you must have been judged; I don’t see any reason to. You’re just like everyone else, like me, just different.”
His eyes met hers and he could see she was telling the truth. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, feeling what must have been a kind of warmth in his chest.
Erik was at a loss for words. What does he say to her? Does he thank her for understanding him? For knowing who he truly is? Does he not say anything? Rarity was truly a special girl, as he glanced at the painting, which he’d done of her the night before. Then, his eyes caught sight of the pocket watch sitting beside it. It was mid-morning, no doubt someone was bound to notice her absence.
“I must bring you back before everyone starts to worry,” Erik told her. “We’ll keep our meetings secret and have them every night possible.”
Rarity nodded, moving her hoof away from his cheek.
“Thank you for doing this for me,” Rarity said, softly.
She was thanking him for trusting her enough to show her his true face, his true self. He looks over her, as he puts the mask back over his face.
“No Rarity,” Erik smiled. “It is I who must thank you.”
Rarity found she grew to love his smile and the way it made his eyes twinkle in whatever light was around. She felt a blush spread across her cheeks, as she looked down. Nothing bad could come from any of this, could it?
Unbeknownst to the two of them, a certain little dragon was hiding behind a corner in the cave and had watched the entire scene unfold before his eyes. He himself had to turn away from the horrible face that he would most certainly be having nightmares about for a long time.
“Someone needs to hear about this”
A very beautiful chapter, too bad Spike is going to ruin everything. But it definitely means more drama moving forward so I'm okay with it.
Wicked
While not based off anything from 'The Phantom of the Opera' movie, or for that matter not 'anything' from the original Broadway production itself, this is meant to further demonstrate the goal of the 'Cinematic Adventures' to develop a story 'within' the story. Although for some time the girls and Spike had settled down living with Christine and Raoul, prior to the events of the 'Il Muto' disaster, Rarity has been restless. For some time, she's had those thoughts stemming around Erik a.k.a. The Phantom of the Opera himself and after much time has passed she can no longer ignore those feelings and decides to see him. Sure enough, after meeting of the three cohorts working for the Phantom (Whose connections to him are purposely kept vague at this point) she and Erik have a touching reunion.
You'll notice there are a few additional elements of the 'Love Never Dies' musical, not just with the trio who appeared earlier in the story but there is this rather touching segment which is deemed a personal favorite of mine. True 'Love Never Dies' is not the greatest musical Webber ever created, not even close to the first, and some say it was an unnecessary follow-up to 'The Phantom of the Opera' which fans deemed unnecessary. But there's no denying that there's at least one or two elements that make it memorable. Course, we're not just here to talk about a story that barely connects to the original piece but a rather interesting approach we decided to do.
Although this chapter implies that The Phantom decided to show Rarity his face, under an oath to once again not tell anyone about what she's seen, notice how we hardly went into detail about his deformity at this point. We know for the big reveal it's got to be so surprising that not just our readers are shocked by the description of the design, but it reflects how all the characters feel when we get that big reveal. For now, this chapter is meant to form a deeper bond stemming from the growing friendship between Rarity and Erik. That if a unicorn could care less how hideous Erik looks, despite how everyone else feels, that somehow there is still some hope that things can work out for the better. Naturally, we can assume that Erik is allowing Rarity into his secrets as all part of his plan revolving his incurable obsession with Christine, but we always like to assume there's still that glimmer of hope.
As for word of what big a role Spike is going to play in all this... Let's just say Mr. Enigma and I have a few ideas in development.
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That is a strong possibility and I can understand why fans would feel that way. For nine years, Spike has had this incurable crush on Rarity despite the age difference, despite the fact she gets a human form while Spike remains an animal, and despite the obvious fact that she's a pony and he's a dragon. Even with all the uniquely concepted pairing we've seen over the years, we have to wonder how it would even work if Hasbro 'ever' confirmed this ship is official (Would their child be fusion of a pony/dragon or would they consider adoption?). For years, we just assumed they'd be content with being just friends as Rarity treats him as more of a little brother as she'll obviously keep pursuing other men. Still, as I said before, Spike's crush on Rarity is 'incurable' and if we thought Rarity's jealousy when Spike was seeing Gabby was bad, who knows how Spike is going to feel when he sees that she's been seeing Erik with every intent of meeting with him every night?
We can't say what we have in mind in terms of Spike, but as far as adding Drama is concerned... Fans will truly understand why they call Mr. Enigma's partner 'The Dramamaster' (And NOT just because of all the arguments and enemies I've made over the years).
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Funny you say that. I heard rumors 'Wicked' might eventually become a movie and if our series continues and there's room for another idea, we might consider working that story.
But as a compliment... Spoken true as a Weasley (Such a delightful family).
Another impressive beautiful song! And no, Spike got the wrong idea and he should know better to know what like being different than the rest of the society.
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Well I'm looking forward to seeing how it plays out.
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Oh yes, I daresay possibility one of the few good parts of 'Love Never Dies', speaking from a 'Phantom' fan myself. It's one song I could sing alone in my room especially to hit that insanely long belt at the end.
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I always thought he was burned on that side of his face but....I don’t remember much about the play
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Still if love never dies is canon to this one it’s sad to find out what happens to poor Christine
Uh oh....Eavesdropping is a very tricky business! I only hope Spike knows what he's about to do!!!
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Yeah, he should know better.
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In the 1943 version, the Phantom (played by Claude Rains aka The Invisible Man) got acid on half of his face. In the other versions, including the novel, he was born deformed.
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Yet what they all show, ugliness doesn't just stem from what's manufactured through ill-means or whether it's how we're physically born, it's also about the mental pain, the ugliness of not just the mind but the soul. In a way that's much more frightening than appearances, it's what we don't see and what we can't read that makes them more dangerous. And unless you've been around those people long enough to understand how bad they're suffering, as Arthur Fleck said in that 'Joker' movie...
"You wouldn't get it."
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Bad thoughts do lead to bad actions after all. Spike may justify spying on Rarity as just looking out for one of his best friends, but the truth is: He's worried that The Phantom is being a bad influence on Rarity before he truly gets to know him. We can't say how big Spike's role will be for the remainder of this story, but something's bound to happen.
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We'll have to wait and see what happens
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This is getting good. Oh btw guys and from Equestria watching this movie, I got myself an extra-large buttered popcorn, a large diet orange Sunkist and a hay burger
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Sounds like your all set for a movie
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I sure am!
Gabby: "Aw~"
Discord: "Hmmm, (Singing) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do~
Two can be as bad as one~
(Laughing) Hahaha"
Discord: "That's because they're all outside of the TV!"
Diamond Tiara: "AAAAH!!"
Silver Spoon: *Looks about to lose her lunch.*
Princess Celestia: *Covers Luna's face with her hoof.*
Shining Armor: "Whoa!"
Big Mac: "...Eeyup."
Autumn Blaze: "What were you expecting huh? Brad Pitt? Tom Kenny? David Hasselhoff?"
Garble: "Now that's just disturbing..."
Everyone (minus Big Mac, Gabby, Occellus, Yona, Cadence, and Luna) in the audience: "WHAT?!"
Gabby: "Plus, there's an old saying! Beauty is within the eye of the beholder."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Now this is beautiful. Rarity accepts Erik no matter what.
NO, SPIKE, NO!!! 😨
Spike needs to be careful what he does otherwise he's only going to cause new problems
Spike, Spike, Spike. You better not make things worst.
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Gabby: Spike, please no!
Sweetie Belle: Don't do something you're going to regret!
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Wonderful job as usual.
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Great commentary!!
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Great!
I was thinking. If you guys do '84 Ghostbusters, you guys should bring back Sombra, but as a ghost.
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dude I was just thinking that
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We cannot say for sure if we'll ever do 'Ghostbusters' or not. Nor can we even confirm which guest stars we'd like to use for that movie, specifically from the 80s. But if we do decide to add the movie to our collection of projects to do, it's only because that's what Mr. Enigma wants to do and I will follow whichever direction he takes for the series, for our fans.
Celestia: It seems like three months passed for them, but you know what happened out here.
Discord: Quite right, Celestia.
Sweetie: Not the way I see it.
Gabby: Aww!
(The group watching this laughed at this (except Maud and Mudbriar).)
Sweetie: Oh, Spike.
Wind Sprint: What's Rarity up to?
Quibble: Shh, shh. (whispers) Let's just wait and see.
Diamond Tiara: It's them again!
Sweetie: (gasps) Who are those guys?
Discord: Just like I said: They serve the Phantom of the Opera.
Sweetie: Are they taking Rarity to the Phantom?
Starlight: Indeed they are, Sweetie.
Scootaloo: What did they say?
Celestia: "It's good to see you again, my angel."
Luna: "I missed you, my mysterious friend."
Starlight: (sniffles, as she wiped away a tear) That's so beautiful...
Discord: Hmmm... (Sings) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
(Discord laughed at his remark.)
Sweetie: I feel the same as Rarity. Show us as well.
Discord: That's because they're all outside of the TV!
Diamond Tiara: AAAAH!!
(Silver Spoon looked like she's about to lose her lunch while Celestia covered Luna's face with her hoof.)
Shining Armor: Whoa!
Big Mac: ...Eeyup.
Autumn Blaze: What were you expecting, huh? Brad Pitt? Tom Kenny? David Hasselhoff?
Garble: Now that's just disturbing...
Everyone (minus Big Mac, Gabby, Ocellus, Yona, Cadence, and Luna) in the audience: (shocked) WHAT?!
Trixie: (shocked) Seriously?! She's NOT revolted by his face?!
Starlight: (likewise) Unbelievable!
Sweetie: (amazed) Rarity!
Gabby: Plus, there's an old saying! Beauty is within the eye of the beholder.
Big Mac: Eeyup.
Apple Bloom: (smiles happily) You're right!
Sweetie: (likewise) If Rarity doesn't mind and accepts him, then so do I!
Other foals: (in unison, happily) Me too!
Rumble: So what if he did a horrible deed? Fluttershy was in trouble. That fat oaf deserved what he got!
Scootaloo: That's the spirit!
Luna: But the Phantom... Erik... How did he get here in the first place?
Celestia: Now that's a good question, sister.
Shining: I bet we'll find out later in this film.
Crusaders:
Sweetie: No, Spike! No!
Wind Sprint: Don't do it, Spike!
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You never disappoint with the commentary my friend
You know I never thought the phantoms facial deformity was that bad. I remember watching the movie and thinking “that’s it?”. If they really wanted his face to be deformed I feel they could of made it at least far more deformed than it was.
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I can't emphasize this enough, but watch the 1925 version with Lon Chaney. Not only is it one of the best portrayals of the Phantom's real face that I've ever seen, but Chaney actually came up with the make-up for it himself.