Hello!
So, I was watching the Hunchback of Notre Dame a few weeks ago, and I got inspired to do one of those "person-gets-sucked-into-a-Disney-movie-and-magically-becomes-part-of-the-storyline-somehow" fics. I've seen them done for other Disney movies like Aladdin (which is my favorite Disney flick of all TIME!). Therefore, I got inspired to take a swing at it. And I know, the main character for my Invader Zim story is also virtually me, but sometimes you just have to embrace your inner child and, come on- who WOULDN'T want to get transported into a Disney movie?
Anyways, here's my Hunchback of Notre Dame fic. Just a little FYI: It's also one of those "Girl-falls-into-a-Disney-flick-and-ends-up-in-a-relationship-with-one-of-the-cannon-guys-in-the-story" numbers; if you don't like that, then don't read this, sheesh!
Finally, if you've never watched the Disney movie, I'd highly recommend it. The other characters I have in here that are in the real world have fake names and aren't really real. So… just thought I'd throw that in there.
I don't own HoND! Don't sue me for this! NOOOOOOO! *runs from lawyers*
Well, enjoy! :D
"Jacob! Don't touch anything! This place is expensive enough without me having to pay for everything you get your filthy little hands on!"
Our lovely history teacher, Mrs. Gale, barked at a student across the room. I rolled my eyes and smirked, turning back to the counter I'd been looking at. It didn't matter where we went on our field trips- Jacob and his friends always ended up instigating some kind of scene, and, usually, costing the school more money.
"Yes, ma'am," I heard the trouble-maker mutter. My eyes scanned the rows of unique, colorful stones below me, each embedded in antique-looking chains and ties of leather. They were so pretty…
"Hannah!" My best friend, Giselle (that's not her real name but I'm using it anyway) ran up to me, a beautiful scarf around her neck. "This place has EVERYTHING! Have you even looked around?" She didn't wait for my response. "Look!" She gushed, "Isn't this the most beautiful scarf you've ever seen?" I didn't want to let her down- she looked so happy there, twirling the thin, purple fabric in her hands- so I grinned and replied with a simple,
"Yes. Yes it is."
She sensed the sarcasm in my voice, though, and turned on me, making an indignant noise. "I'm like, one-eighth gypsy, you know. Some of this stuff might've once belonged to my great, great, great, great, great-"
I tuned out her chorus of "greats" as my eyes swept around the small antique and clothing store we were in. The teacher thought it was a good idea to get her students' hands on some genuine, third-world artifacts, as an object lesson of sorts for the unit we'd been studying. When she told us, though, I didn't exactly imagine us all piling in the bus to go thrift store shopping. I didn't mind so much, as my mo took me out occasionally for excursions like this, but I felt especially sorry for the 11th grade GUYS, who, for the most part, looked bored out of their minds. A few slumped on the floor against the walls, checking their phones or listening to iPods, while a few of the more tweedy, book-worm types eyed the wares with some interest. I spotted Jacob and two of his buddies, who had just managed to knock over a very expensive-looking teal vase, and were now getting a scolding from the store manager and Mrs. Gale.
Idiots, I growled mentally. They were totally incompetent…
"-great, great, great, great, great, great-"
"Okay, I think that's enough!" I said impatiently.
"Sorry… So, you're still looking at these necklaces, huh?" Giselle peered into the glass case, somewhat boredly. Honestly, though, was there any difference in ogling over a scarf than there was in watching necklaces behind glass? We both knew that everything in the store was too expensive for us, anyway. Giselle had brought twenty bucks with her. That scarf, though it was small, would easily be twice that amount, just because it was genuine.
"Hey, can I see that?" I asked her, for some reason wanting a closer look. Maybe it was because purple was my favorite color.
"Yeah, sure," Giselle said, more interested in the necklaces now than me. We traded spots, she handed me the fabric, and I held it up for inspection. The material itself was sheer but soft. It was colored a royal purple, with golden stars sprinkled all around the surface. It felt like silk, but was still think enough for me to see through.
"Heh… it kinda looks like that scarf from that movie, the Hunchback of Notre Dame," I said. I was a big fan of that movie. I enjoyed the mystery of the Court of Miracles, how it was an undiscovered hideaway with rich culture. I smiled at Phoebus' attitude and Quasimodo's innocence; Esmeralda, I'd almost considered a mary-sue, except for her bravery and boldness in the face of the evil judge, Frollo. And my favorite character, the puppeteer, Clopin… How could I forget the witty, playful, and, at times, childish, narrator of the story? In my opinion, the soundtrack, characters, and exhilarating storyline made it one of the best Disney movies of all time.
"Yeah, I never saw that," Giselle muttered flippantly. I gaped at her in indignation, waved a hand dismissively, and went back to studying the scarf.
If I squinted hard enough, I could almost imagine this being the favric that Esmeralda twirled at the Festival of Fools… It had the same pattern and texture as the Gypsy girl's token. I lightly rubbed it against my cheek, feeling the smooth, silky texture and smiling with amusement when I remembered Frollo doing the exact same thing in the movie.
Creepy. Totally creepy.
"I said don't TOUCH anything!" Mrs. Gale had materialized beside me and yanked the fabric out of my hands with a swift jerk of her bony hands.
"Sorry!" I blurted out defensively, surprised. "I didn't mean… Giselle got it for me!"
Of course, when my words fail me, what do I do? Blame my best friend. Never underestimate the power of pointing fingers at someone else.
"Giselle!" Gale shrieked. "Stop looking at those stones and go put this back where you found it before I get reported!"
"Yes, ma'am," Giselle rolled her eyes and accepted the unwanted gift from our teacher, shooting me a dirty looks as she walked by.
Not my fault! I wanted to protest, but she was already disappearing into the scarf section. When I turned back around warily, to my relief, Mrs. Gale had moved on and was lecturing a group of girls who were on their phones about their not taking advantage of such a precious opportunity for gaining cultural knowledge. I sighed in relief. Sometimes, my instructors scared me more than their outrageous loads of complicated homework did…
Twenty minutes later, we were FINALLY headed out of the million-dollar junk store. Gale rounded everyone up, including us near the back, and ordered us all to head back to the bus. I looked over my shoulder to find Giselle gazing longingly at the scarf, which she'd set back a hook on the wall.
"Come ON, Giselle," I rolled my eyes, grabbing her wrist. "We've got to go-"
"But no! I want it!" She wined like a five-year-old, fighting my grip.
I growled in frustration. "If you don't come, Gale's going to be mad with BOTH of us!" I shouldn't have made the mistake of thinking that sending Giselle on a guilt trip for my own sake would faze her at all; but regardless, she still broke free from me and ran back to the hook, admiring the fabric as if it was some kind of heavenly-woven treasure.
"Just…one more touch," she reasoned to herself, lifting it off the wall.
"Giselle!" I raised my voice, fed up with her shallow, starry-eyed behavior. "Let it GO!" I grabbed on the other end of the scarf and pulled, simply meaning to put it back where it belonged.
"Hannah! It's MINE!" Giselle shouted, tugging back. I yanked on my end, which sent her stumbling forward, and she almost collided into me. "What is your PROBLEM?"
"I don't have a problem! You're the one obsessed with a SCARF!" I pulled it out of her hands entirely, and she looked at me with a mixture of anger and loss. I resisted the urge to smirk victoriously and strode past her, holding the scarf up against the wall.
"Uh… Hannah?"
"What NOW, Giselle?" I demanded, hoping Gale wouldn't give us both after-school work for being so late to the bus.
"Turn around…" Her voice was filled with such curiosity and wonder that I couldn't resist turning to face her...
My mouth dropped open in awe.
"What…?"
Between us, a blue light shimmered in mid-air, making it hard to see her enlarged, shocked features from the other side. The light swirled and curled into a big, portal-like circle, completely blocking Giselle off from me. The weirdest sensation came when I looked down at my hands, and realized the blue light was coming from the scarf itself.
"What the…?" I gasped, unable to form a complete sentence.
"Hannah, what's GOING ON?" Giselle's voice rose in hysteria.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I shouted back. "HELLO?" The store clerk wasn't around, so she didn't even hear us. Nobody else was in the area to watch the phenomenon going on in the middle of the antique store.
"Put it baaack!" Giselle told me, sounding afraid, and I nodded, turning, to hang the scarf up; but then something else crazy happened- I was pulled back towards the light. It was like the vortex was trying to pull the scarf out of my grasp or something- I couldn't step away from it. Instead, I felt myself being pulled closer and closer to the blue…window, as an image slowly formed inside of it.
Within the light, I saw an image of a towering cathedral with two proud, majestic towers. The structure was surrounded by smaller, less prominent homes and shops. In the distance, I could see the jagged parapets of a cold, black building that seemed to rest in the cathedral's shadow.
"What is THAT?" Giselle cried.
Once again, I didn't know, but I was too stunned and shocked to say anything as the blue light continued pulling me closer and closer, into the light.
"Hannah!"
The scene seemed familiar… but from where? I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I just stared with horror at the scene in front of me, trying to get away but knowing it was somehow useless. My voice started out small, scared, and weak, and then grew into a terrified scream as I felt the scarf slip from my hands and I tumbled, arms flailing, into the portal. I heard Giselle give a shriek and felt the floor slip out from under my feet.
Suddenly, I was plummeting, falling, through a thick, black darkness that lasted for about three seconds.
After that, everything went black.
So, so, so? Did you like it? Of course, that was kind of a prologue- the movie will begin either in the next chapter, or chapter three, after she (I, whatever) gets accustomed to Notre Dame.
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