Disclaimer- I dinnae own Kuzco, Pacha or any of the other characters,
neither do I own The Emperor's New Groove, it all belongs to Disney...
Lucky bams... lol!
I got the idea for this story when I was watching Britain's Most
Haunted, which by the way is totally freaky! A must-watch if you're
British! Anyways I was watching it and this dude was getting possessed
by a spirit, it was amazing! And suddenly a river of inspiration flowed
into my small brain! And now you see before you the result of the
inspiration over-flow!
Oh and by the by, some people will think I'm thinking everyone is thick
as hell but not many people actually know that the 'Theme Song Guy' is
actually Tom Jones who is Welsh! Just wanted to point that out, sorry to
slow your down, please continue.... lol....
Kuzco's Ghost...
"KUZCO!" mysterious voices sang.
"He's the king of the world!" a strong Welsh accented voice cried.
"KUUUUZZZZZCCCCOOOO!"
"He's the coolest dude in the nation!" he continued, "YEAH!"
Kuzco grinned happily although quietly gasping as the exhaustion of
dancing skilfully was starting to affect him, "Thanks theme song guy!
Same time tomorrow?"
The small afro-cut man flashed his bright white teeth and held a thumb
up, "No probs your highness! Bye!"
Kuzco nodded and waved as 'Theme song guy' exited the palace.
Phew he sighed exhausted.
He clicked his fingers and Zida appeared by his side, "Zida, when will
dinner be ready?"
Zida looked at her watch, (hey Chicha has a oven why can't Zida have a
watch?)
"30minutes your highness," she answered.
"Good," he paused as he sorted a few stray hairs away from his face,
"I'm going for a quick wash then, my hair's starting to feel dirty."
Zida bowed as Kuzco made his way down the corridor and around the corner
out of site.
She shook her head He just had a wash this morning! She sighed and
walked off to the kitchen.
right!" he cheered.
He skipped down the corridor happily, his robe trail following behind.
He turned a corner and looked down the hallway infront of him, there
were no windows down the corridor meaning it was quite dark, but he
shrugged it off and continued skipping along, his mind elsewhere.
Suddenly Kuzco stopped in mid-skip, he paused and looked around
curiously, the hall seemed to be darker than it was a moment ago.
He suddenly had the urge to walk forwards a few steps, unsure why he
shook his head in disagreement and tried to fight the urges, but he
finally ignored the little voice in his head telling him to turn back
and stepped forward slowly.
He continued along, walking slowly, looking around in confusion and with
slight fear.
As he ambled down the hallway, it seemed to get ever so slightly colder,
suddenly a cold chill ran up his spine making him shiver, he couldn't
tell whether it was the surrounding area that was going down in
temperature or whether it was just him...
He was really starting to get scared, which was very hard for a Emperor
to admit, as Kuzco had always believed he was scared of nothing because
he had royal blood flowing in him, and of course it wouldn't be right if
someone with such a high rank was scared so easily, that would just make
him seem normal which he wouldn't want, would he?
He frowned and clenched his fists Will you just calm down! He thought to
himself, It's just a quick drop in temperature!
He bit his lip and decided to continue down the corridor with a much
quicker pace, when suddenly he heard something.
"Help me..."
Kuzco widened his eyes and spun around looking behind him... Nothing was
there...
"Okay this has got to be the freakish thing..." he raised an eyebrow and
gulped worriedly.
The cold was starting to affect him again so he held his arms close to
his chest, and lowered his head, looking around cautiously.
"Help me..."
He spun around the opposite way, yet there was still nothing there.
"Hey? Zida? You there, man?" Kuzco called in an attempt to reassure
himself.
There was no reply...
He stood there motionless, eyes wide with fear...
Thump Thump
"Kuzco!" a voice called.
Kuzco just about jumped through the roof, he spun around, (again,) and
spotted his good friend Pacha standing at the bottom of the corridor,
the light hitting the side of his face showing his kind smile.
"Aw! Geez! Pacha, you scared the living daylights outta me!" Kuzco
sighed relieved.
Pacha blinked, "Oh... Sorry, didn't mean too."
Kuzco smiled sweetly and shrugged it off, "It's alright."
Pacha nodded, "Good."
"Why are you here anyway?" Kuzco questioned curiously.
"I just came to ask you something, if you don't mind?" Pacha asked.
"Oh, em, sure," Kuzco nodded.
He made his way down the corridor, and after what seemed hours he
reached Pacha, "Em, you go ahead."
Pacha nodded and walked on ahead.
Kuzco looked down at the corridor he was once in, he shuddered as he
tried to forget what had just happened to him, the voice still echoing
in his head, "Help me..."