Prologue
AN: this is more of a 'the bad guys vs. Claude Frollo forms the hunchback of Notre dame.' hope you enjoy. also, check out my poll. I suggest listening to hellfire from Disney's the hunchback of Notre dame, not just because it's a good song, but also because it will help understand the context of the prologue.
"Hey, you still awake?" snake was currently in a bunk bed in marmalades mansion. Don't ask why the guinea pig has it, but he was currently trying to sleep in it, but, however, mason and marmalade's conversation he overheard was still keeping him awake. He heard a soft meow.
"You...you brought the cat in?" snake whispered, genuinely surprised. Was Moe changing already?
"Yeah, yeah," the wolf answered, "I'm just, I'm just saving it up for later." Moe put the cat on the floor, which walked away. "Why? What's up?"
"I was just getting a little worried" snake replied shakily, tucking his blanket closer to him. "Since you've kind of become a..."
Snake hesitated.
"Become a what?" Moe asked. The cat started to purr.
"You know, teacher's pet." Snake finally answered "getting all cozy with marmalade. Your tail wagging and everything."
"Well, yeah," Mason shrugged "because it has to be believable." He then put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
"uh-huh." Snake said, debating if he should believe the wolf or not. "Yeah, I guess so. As long as it's all part of the plan."
Wolf didn't answer. Snake slithered to the bottom bunk to see the wolf trying to sleep.
"It is all part of the plan, isn't it?" snake blurted, causing mason to open his eyes.
"Snake, buddy," Moe said, sitting up "who made the plan to begin with?"
"You did" snake immediately answered.
"So, I'm the one who sticks to the plan the most, right?" Moe spoke as if it was common knowledge.
Snake looked slightly crestfallen "yeah, all rig-." Snake hesitated. "Yeah, okay... I guess that makes sense, yeah."
Then the snake widened his eyes "but if the plan were ever to change, you'd tell me, right?"
The wolf lowered his hood "you have my word." Then he held up his first "go bad..."
Snake smiled "or go home" then head-butted his fist. Then slithered back to the top bunk.
Then a thought crossed Mason's mind. The wolf laid down, pondering that thought. Would snake support me if I were to go good?
"Hey, snake" Mason asked softly.
"Yeah?" snake answered.
"You ever wondered what it'd be like." Mason asked "the world loving us instead of being scared of us? You ever...you ever think about that?"
"Loving us?" snake laughed as if it was a joke "yeah, right. I don't waste time thinking about stuff that's never gonna happen." Snake then sighed "I can't wait for things to get back to normal." Snake then closed his eyes.
Mason pulled out the ring that Diane gave to him (which he stole it from her) and looked at it, still pondering that thought and snake's answer. Will the world stop looking at me as the bad guy. He then shook his head, clearing his head from those thoughts.
"Yeah. Back to normal, back to normal." Mason repeated those words in his mind until sleep overcame him.
...
"Confiteor deo"
Mason opened his eyes to see a long stone hallway that reminded him of the medieval ages. What in the...,
"Omnipotenti"
The wolf turned to see a large door where he guessed the sound was coming from. He opened the door.
"Beatae mariae semper virgini"
The room the door led to was ginormous, the celling so high that it would take 10 people standing end on end to reach it.
"Beato michaeli archangelo"
At the end of the room was a fireplace that was about as tall as a full-grown person. On the right side of the room was a window.
"Sactis apostolis omnibus sanctis."
Mason managed to notice a fox wearing a black-purplish robe was gazing out the window.
"Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man. Of my virtue I am justly proud."
Oh, great Mason grumbled in his thoughts he's singing.
The fox turned and started walking towards the fireplace, which was giving off an orange glow.
"Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd."
The wolf stepped back, noticing the harshness in the fox's words as if they were his enemies. The fox stopped near the fireplace.
"Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there?" the fox asked, "why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?"
The fox then put his hands on his shoulders and tensed. Mason walked close to the fox.
"I feel her, I see her. The sun caught in her raven hair is blazing in me out of all control."
Mason then saw a vixen made out of flames wearing a dress, causing him to jump a little. The fire vixen was dancing and beckoning to the fox the join her. Mason found this disturbing.
"Like fire" the fox stepped back "hellfire. This fire in my skin."
He then reached inside his robe and pulled out a clear, purple scarf with stars and a crescent moon design. The fox started rubbing it on the sides of his face, which Mason also found disturbing.
"This burning desire" the fox then looked at the scarf and scowled "is turning me to sin."
The fox then fell on his knees, his head hung in what looked like shame. Then, out of nowhere, a thousand blood-red robed figures appeared on the left and right sides of the room.
Who are they Mason panicked who is he? Where am I?
The fox seemed to notice the figures to, but what he said surprised him.
"It's not my fault!" the fox gasped, glancing at the robbed figures, which replied "Mea culpa."
"I'm not to blame" the fox paced, still glancing at the robbed figures with fright, which replied again "Mea culpa."
"It is that gypsy girl the witch who sent this flame."
What a way to through your girlfriend under the bus mason said, but also glancing at the figures in fright, which, once again, replied "Mea maxima culpa."
"It's not my fault" the fox shouted at the robbed figures, which said once more "Mea culpa."
"If in god's plan," the fox stopped pacing and stood near the fireplace once more. The figures said "Mea culpa" much to Mason's prediction.
"He made the devil so much stronger than a man" the robbed figures than burst to flames, swirled around the fox, and disappeared in the fireplace. The fox was hunch over, as if he was poisoned. The flame vixen appeared once more, still dancing and beckoning. Mason did not know what was happening, nor did he want to know.
"Protect me, Maria. Don't let this siren cast her spell. Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone. Destroy Esmeralda and let her taste the fires of hell" the fox snarled when he said the last word.
The vixen arms than seemed to be pinned to her sides, as if they were robes binding her. She then let out an otherworldly wail and disappeared, which caused Mason heart to race. It's just a dream the wolf tried to convince himself it's probably just a dream. The vixen then seemed to appear again, but in the form of smoke.
The fox walked toward her, arms outstretched, "or else let her be mine and mine alone."
The fox tried to embrace her, but the smoky figure disappeared.
Someone knocked five times at the door. Both the fox and Mason turned to the door, not expecting someone to be there. The wolf, still trying to process what is happening, looked at his hands and noticed that they were shaking.
The door opened. Mason couldn't see his face, nor could tell what animal he was, but he could tell that he was a soldier.
"Minister Frollo," the soldier said, "the gypsy has escaped."
"What?" the fox growled.
"WHAT!?" Mason yelped, dumbfounded. The fox and the soldier didn't seem to notice. That's Claude Frollo? Mason notice that he was shaking harder on that realization.
"She's nowhere in the cathedral." The soldier spoke hastily "she's gone."
"But how? I..." Frollo said, looking like he was caught breaking a rule, but then he narrowed his eyes "never mind. Get out you idiot."
The door closed. Mason can already tell that the fox's fear switched to anger.
"I'll find her." He growled. "I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris."
Yikes mason, despite his fear, manages to think. Frollo started to sing once more, and it seemed like the voices of the robbed figures started to join him.
"Hellfire. Dark fire. Now gypsy, it's your turn. Choose me or your pyre. Be mine or you will burn!"
Frollo threw the scarf to the fire, which Mason saw burn.
"God have mercy on her." The fox started walking backward to the wall, looking like he just saw someone fall.
Mason then saw the robbed figures, this time in flames and some carrying quarterstaffs, advancing towards the fox. Mason started backing away towards the wall as well until his back was against it.
"God have mercy on me." Frollo pleaded, his hands against the wall and his head hung.
"Kyrie eleison" the figures spoke.
Then the fox turned, his face showing savage rage. "But she will be mine or she will BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Frollo fell to his knees, his mouth and eyes starting to glow a hellish yellow, and the figures started to swirl around the fox, but this time, they seeped into his mouth and eyes. Mason started walking backward, his tail tucked between his legs, shaking in horror because of what he was witnessing.
...
"MASON! MASON!"
The wolf quickly sat up, gasping as if he just finished running a marathon. The sheep onesie that Marmalade forced him to wear seemed to calm down his beating heart. Snake was looking at the shaking wolf, concerned.
"Is everything okay" snake asked, his eye looking up and down at him.
Mason took a deep breath "yeah, yeah, I'm fine."