What inspired me to write this fic are: 1. Adolf Hitler based on his prejudice against Jewish people. 2. Batflight's Great Mouse Detective fanfic, Don't Laugh, It's Not Funny, where Fidget got upset when the pretty mouse nurse laughed at him and that was when he killed her.

Frollo's parents had health problems and they suffered from heart disease. Their son, Claude Frollo, who was gravely concerned for his parents and couldn't take their condition anymore, actively stepped up and said, "I'm going to take you to the hospital."

"Thank you," his mother said.

"You're our righteous and heroic son," his father said, "What'll we do without our holy son?"

For good measure, Frollo took them to the hospital without having to watch them fall ill on their disease any longer.

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In the hospital, Frollo had done his part by taking his parents to the emergency room without hesitation. "This is an emergency!" he urged, "My parents are suffering from heart disease and I can bear it no longer! Is there a cure?"

"There is, sir," one female doctor encouraged, "We'll get it done right away."

"Thank you," he said very much relieved.

"You're welcome and wait right here," the same doctor said.

Claude Frollo sat on a chair, hoping that his mother and father survive their surgery. He tried to fantasize his parents recovering from their heinous and unbearable condition. If not, there could be a high chance of his loved ones' death and he didn't want that to happen because he had been loyal and attached to them as long as he can remember. After all, Claude had full faith in them as he did in himself in order to protect Notre Dame, France from treason for he had been working as a judge and in his spare time, he read the bible and taught lessons as a priest.

Hours later, Frollo was growing impatient. "How long is this going to last?" he asked impatiently.

"I'm afraid Mr. Frollo, your parents have been deceased," the doctor said.

The doctor was revealed to be a gypsy doctor. All this time, this doctor was a gypsy! Why didn't Frollo think of that before? "WHAT?!" he bellowed, "WHY?!"

"It was just too much," the doctor replied plaintively sorry, "I'm sorry, but they couldn't make it through the surgery."

Unfortunately, she spoke too soon when Frollo pushed her against the wall.

"Make one thing clear, gypsy," he said, "I thought they were strong enough to survive, but apparently, they weren't because you, gypsy and that foolish surgery of yours were the cause of their death!"

"They shut down and died. They have never awakened," said the doctor in a solemn voice, "But please, don't kill me!"

"Well, you certainly should've thought it through before letting them die and stop lying, you treacherous gypsy witch!" Frollo snarled and tormented the gypsy by lighting up a match that he used to burn her as he grinned evilly. Never had he been so pleased, blazing her with hatred. "There, now that's what happens when you steal something that's rightfully mine."

With that, he took off with a smirk that left no regrets for what he had done. He'd done so without being caught.

The End

Author's note: Claude Frollo belongs to Victor Hugo and Disney.

For those who were upset while reading this, this one is just my take on how Frollo would've been, why he started doing what he did to Quasimodo, gypsies, including Esmeralda, Captain Phoebus, and everyone else, and the reason why he felt the uncontrollable urge to murder people and burn Paris.