Disclaimer: I don’t own the Backstreet Boys. I don’t own Discworld or any of the related characters, they belong to Terry Pratchett – author of the fantastic Discworld novels. This is only fiction!
1: MONKEY “Brian!”
Note for non discworld fans - The Discworld is another planet. The world is flat and rests upon the backs of four elephants who stand upon a Giant turtle which travels through space. On this world exist creatures such as wizards, witches, trolls, dwarves, elves, humans and Death the Grim reaper. I'll include notes per chapter to expalin charcters as the story progresses, but i think you'll be able to follow it all.
In this chapter, you meet the Wizards of the Unseen University. Thye are notoriouslt stupid and live only for experimenting wiht magic and eating dinners. Their librarian suffered an accident and was transformed into an Orang Utang.
The call came from the corridor. Nick. It had to be. Nobody else could yell that loudly.
Brian sighed and hastily shoved the Gameboy into his pocket. He opened the door to his dressing room. He’d been right, it was Nick.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Kevin says to tell you to get ready. We’re on soon,” Nick replied.
“Okay then,” Brian said, trying to shut the door, but Nick blocked it with his foot.
“Say Brian, you haven’t seen my new Gameboy around anywhere have you?”
“No.”
“You sure?” Nick eyed the bulge in Brian’s pocked suspiciously.
“What would I want with your Gameboy. Bye Nick, I have to get ready,” he said, shutting the door quickly.
“If you’ve got it I’ll - ”
“Nick!” Kevin roared from nearby. “Get ready!”
Brian grinned. Typical Kev. He put the Gameboy down on his dressing room table and then turned around to pick up his show clothes from the floor. He took his blue shirt off and hung it on the back of a chair. Then he reached for his black show jacket.
“Oh my! What’s that?”
“It’s a man, I think.”
“Ook.”
“Where’s his clothes?”
“Who cares?!”
“Dean!”
Brian turned around in shock, dropping his jacket on the floor and knocking a chair over in the process. He was met by a hideous sight. In the huge, dressing room mirror, seven old MEN were watching him get changed, their mouths gaping open. Beside them, was an orange, hairy monkey.
“AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” Brian screamed and then made for the door. Unfortunately, he slipped over and swore as he smacked into the chair. He looked into the mirror again. He still could not see his own reflection, only the grinning monkey and seven, ugly old men gawping at him.
“Ook,” said the monkey.
He screamed again. He looked about for something to throw and spotted Nick’s Gameboy. He picked it up and hurled it at the mirror, but it passed straight through it and landed on the monkey’s head.
“Eek!”
“Brian! Brian, are you okay?”
There was a furious banging on the door before Kevin burst through it, followed by the other three Backstreet Boys.
“What’s wrong?” AJ asked, looking about the room for the murderer.
“T – the mirror! It’s h – horrible!” Brian said, pointing with a trembling finger at the mirror.
The others stared at it.
“What?” Howie asked, blankly, staring at his own reflection. “Is this a joke?”
“I – in the mirror! I looked in it and there was, it was hideous!” Brian slowly stood and pulled his jacket on. He stared into the mirror and his own reflection stared back. The men and the monkey were gone.
“Yeah, it sure is hideous!” Nick sniggered.
“Shut up, Nick! I’m serious! There were these ugly men looking at me and they were wearing dresses and pointy hats and there was a MONKEY! ”
“Did you hit your head?” Kevin asked.
“Oh, I believe him when he said he saw a monkey! I can see a monkey right in front of me!” Nick said, grinning and staring at Brian.
“Why were you posing in the mirror with no shirt on anyway, Rok?” AJ asked, sniggering as well now.
“I wasn’t posing!” Brian protested, scowling at them.
“Yeah right, monkey man!” Nick said.
“Come on, guys. We’ve gotta be on stage in a minute,” Kevin said, stopping Nick from throttling Brian. “Brian, quit goofing around and get changed.”
Brian watched, angrily as they all left. They didn’t believe him! He looked at the mirror and cringed. He doubted if he’d ever feel comfortable in a room with any mirror again. He grabbed his black show trousers and then moved to a part of the room where he couldn’t be seen in the mirror before changing into them.
Once he was ready, he grabbed his microphone and then left to find the others.
He didn’t see the surface of the mirror ripple slightly or hear the voices…
“Did you see those bulges on his arms? MUSCELES!”
“Dean! Go and have a cold shower!”
“Yes Archchancellor.”