You're a mean one, Claude Frollo
Chapter 1
"This Christmas nonsense is a waste of time!" snapped Frollo, slumped in his chair, "How can they celebrate when there's Gypsies about?"
"Well to be fair sir, this is a time of year when people put their problems out of their minds" explained his loyal solider, MacGuffin.
"There's never any time for that!" cried Frollo, knocking a bowl of fruit of the table, "I'm having our mission continue on Christmas day! So I expect you here tomorrow morning! None of this family festivities!".
"But Master Frollo, this could be my dear son Vincent's Christmas..." said MacGuffin pleadingly, "His illnesses and all".
"None of that! You are dismissed off duty, good night Macpuffin" Frollo replied non chalantly, eating a nut.
"It's MacGUFFIN" said MacGuffin impatiently, "Ah forget it...".
MacGuffin left Frollo alone in his chamber. The crisp winter air crept in through the window which was opened slightly. At first Frollo occupied himself with paperwork regarding the execution of Gypsies and criminals, but soon enough, he began to tire. The warm fire certainly did make a man tired. Frollo laid his head to the side and dozed off.
The fire slowly burnt itself out and the room was engulfed in darkness. Frollo was woken up by the abrupt change in temperature, he now felt very cold.
"That darn window..." he grumbled, going to the window and closing it.
He suddenly heard a loud thump from a distance. Disregarding it as a rat, he strode over to the door leading to his room. Then he heard something else. It was the sounds of chains and heavy footsteps. They were getting closer.
"MacGuffin?" asked Frollo uncertainly.
The door burst open, a massive wind blowing it knocking all of Frollo's papers of his desk and sending them swirling around the room. Frollo yelled in surprise.
"What is the meaning of this?!" he bellowed.
"Frollo..."
In the doorway, he saw a ghostly figure. He recognised her as Maria. But there was something different, definately. Her skin was a pale white, as if she'd been frozen for years, draped in white torn robes and wrapped in chains like a chain gang. Her eyes were so empty, there was nothing there just two ovals full of empty white.
"Maria?"
"Frollo I come to you with great warning. Continue to act the way you do and you'll doom yourself to eternal punishment. Like me" said Maria.
"This is insanity! Now get out of here this instant!" yelled Frollo, getting increasingly impatient.
"You will be visited by three ghosts...they will show you the error of your ways..." Maria said with great warning, "Do not end up like me. Farewell..."
Maria faded away. Frollo rubbed his eyes and pinched his arm to check if he was dreaming. Nope, his room was still covered in paper.
"I must be losing the plot..." mumbled Frollo, heading to bed.
TO BE CONTINUED