Prince Aladdin Quest (Disney Villains *Almost* Victorious)

The Worst Possible Ending

Around Pacha are the banners of emperor Kuzco, hanging high in resplendent red in two rows along the endless hallway. Close to the centre of the vast corridor, Pacha is sitting on a stone bench. The impressive copy of Pacha's village on the hills, sitting on a stone table, and the doorless portal leading into the main hallway of the emperor's palace, are nearby Pacha's bench. Pacha holds the small copy of his home, calloused fingers gently ran over the roof and walls of the miniature. The small copy is not a perfect match to Patcha's home, some details just can't be copied.

"Pacha!" Naked joy coats emperor Kuzco's voice. Arms spread wide, a wide grin on his young teenage face. "I'm so happy to see you. Great news, you have five months!"

Pacha's shoulders drooped. "I... I don't understand."

"It's my birthday gift to me! I'm still building it! This time, you have months to move your village from my spot." The emperor suddenly had a geometric thing in hand. Patcha found his eyes have trouble looking at the thing, as his vision began to blur. "Ooooo, this'll be great. Check out the new layout of Kuzcotopia. Triangles, I wanted to try something a bit different in structure from cubes. Cubes were okay for yesterdays Kuzco, but new Kuzco has new needs."

"Have you learned nothing?!" Pacha burst out.

"Huh?" The clueless emperor replied with. There is not a thing Pacha can do as the chief of his village. Emperor Kuzco is still the emperor, and a child. A child grown up in ignorance to the suffering of those who live. Someone Pacha had spent a wild few days traveling with on an adventure, and proved to Pacha that there is good in Kuzco. Pacha fought the tears that overflowed from his eyes, badly.

"Alright." Came Pacha's cracked voice in reply. "Thank-you, for the time available. I'll get started on moving the villagers."

"Yay!"

With the Emperor's request for Pacha's presence over with. Pacha began the walk home from the palace. This isn't his story, Pacha isn't the star of this writing. I am, emperor Kuzco.
"We are gathered here today. To remember the woman who tried to kill me. Cause I'm alive and she's not." I say to the onlookers. Funerals in the empire are not usually massive affairs. Although Yzma tried to kill me she was still the closest advisor I had, she practically raised me! And took over the empire.... By making her funeral so significant, everyone will remember their lives revolve around me! Not her, she's dead now.

"Sob"

Those loud sobs are coming from Kronk. Yzma's former right hand, now my right hand. Also, Yzma's killer. When you turn into a cute ferocious kitty. There's only so much that can be done after the force of a crushing boulder slams you into paste on a wall. Ugh, I got a cat tongue dropped on my head when Kronk closed the hatch to get some rope. Disgusting.

"Kronk, would you like to say anything?" I ask. There's a process to funerals. People talk about the deceased, then the coffin is buried. That's what I've been told.

Kronk shakes his head.

"Would anyone else have anything to say about Yzma?" Yzma stayed in control of the empire for around a week. She couldn't possibly have run the empire differently from how she already did, back when she was taking over my job! I'm in charge again, the empire is running my way. Nobody will speak up for Yzma. Nobody spoke up for me when my death was announced either. No sad thoughts!

With none coming forward to speak up about Yzma, the funeral was quickly over. Kronk and I went about daily affairs with the usual drudge. Peasants come forward, and I solve their problems.

"The giant trampolines are still unpaid for. I request my payment." says the scribe, shaking in utmost joy before his emperor. I am pretty awesome.

"Here you go." With a pull of my handy nearby rope, the scribe is given their payment of fish for the trampoline transport. Hundreds of fish fall onto the scribe, the scribe rapidly scrambles out of the way. Eh, he'll be fine, they usually are, fastest messengers in the empire.

After the daily affairs, is dinner with Kronk. Kronk is a good guy at heart, he proved that by attacking Yzma. I am confident, I can trust him to not poison my food. Those spinach puffs smell really gooood! Better than the pillpug that... Hmmm. Don't think sad thoughts!

"Not hungry?" Kronk asks Kuzco, who is poking the spinach puffs.

Kuzco looks up from poking the delicious explosion of delight that are spinach puffs."Am I a great emperor?"

Kronk froze up for a bit, before saying, " I don't know how to answer that. The empire is still in one piece, after the years you have been on the throne. The only person in the empire who really wanted power was Yzma, everyone else would like to live their lives in peace."

Kronk took a spinach puff from the table.

"On my first day working for Yzma. I met a young scribe. She'd been at the palace for a couple of years already, and still is. This was after I first met you." When Kronk and I first met.... Oh, that was when I dealt with a woman accused of breaking my face, a replica of my face, with Kronk standing at Yzma's side observing my choice. She obviously didn't break my actual face, so I released her, but not without a punishment for wasting my time. To make a thousand stone replicas of my face!

"I had knocked some papers out of her hand by accident, as I helped her pick them up, we got to talking. What stood out to me in our conversation was that her beloved was on trial for a crime they didn't commit, and she didn't worry about her love's safety. When I asked, she said her lack of concern was because the emperor is not evil. Since then, I've talked with others in the palace, sent on errands by Yzma to add some extra rails or levers to her secret lab, or hire some people. Not one of those people expect to be emperor, or rule the empire," continued Kronk.

What am I supposed to take from that? Am I a good emperor, its a yes or no question Kronk. I need to rest my face on the table. Spinach puff goodness is still ignored, the heart and soul of the chef's skill and tears!

"Thanks Kronk, that's helpful," comes my voice from the table.

"..." Kronk, is quietly eating spinach puffs. I look up, and see Kronk is not eating spinach puffs. Kronk is staring at a cat statue that looks like Yzma's cat form. And now Kronk looks like a kicked puppy. Ugh, an emperor's will is always tiring.

"Kronk, fan me." My words are obeyed. Kronk fans me with a pole-fan. The breeze is nice, and soft. Kronk is trustworthy, I'm certain of that.

"I'm not mourning Yzma, Kronk. I don't feel sad that she's dead. I am happy. Am I broken to not cry for the woman who practically raised me after my parents died at sea?"

Kronk fans me until I fall asleep. But not before I eat a spinach puff, so good.

Life is fantastic being the emperor.


Life is not fantastic for Chicha, neither is it a disaster. Life is just not going perfectly for her right now. First, she got pregnant, not that she has a problem with Pacha wrapping his arms.... Cough. Right, then Pacha is called back to the palace after saving the emperor. Lastly, the whole village got ordered to move, by the emperor. Whom Pacha saved.

Now, after a couple months of preparation, the whole village is packed and ready to move to a new home. Chicha and Pacha are at the front of the village with their three kids. If Pacha could he'd probably pack the buildings the village is abandoning with them. Pacha is hurting inside, which hurts Chicha.

"Sigh," Make the good times real, or you stand in a bad mood every day. Chicha patted Pacha.

"Hey, we'll make the new place sparkle."

"Yeah, we're all here!" Chacha, her little firebug, says. Tipo nods his head. Her newest kid, is on her back, but he gurgles something she doesn't understand. He's only a few weeks old after all.

And Pacha tries to smile he does, but something is broken in him. In this moment Chicha imagines hitting the emperor with her pan again, and again. That doesn't make Pacha's pain go away, or hers.

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Total word count: 1443 words.

AN: In my opinion, "The Emperor's new Groove" ending with Yzma's victory is not the true antagonist's victory. The true villain is Kuzco not changing once he's human again. This was hard to write for me. Because the "Emperor's New Groove" did a good job of making the character growth work inside of an hour. Sure "Kingdom of the Sun" was a bust, but the "The Emperor's New Groove" is impressive for a troubled production. Do you know how hard it is not to make Kuzco a woobie because of the CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT he did go through? I found it hard, then I tried to break Kronk. Kronk killed Yma in this omake's backstory, And I believe that Kronk sees Yzma as a friend even though he dropped a chandelier on her. Yzma dying is likely to cause Kronk Trauma.

In the "Emperor's New Groove" Yzma becomes a smear on a wall thanks to Kronk. The thing is, Yzma would be dead from Kronk's strength, as Kronk crushed Yzma for at least 12 seconds. Kronk used enough force that there were cracks in the wall. Cats may have nine lives, but there are limits!

My one regret is I couldn't create this omake fast enough. Had to take it slow. And I still can't get Kuzco right. His character is just so different in character, from my bland style.

One of my omakes shall receive canon status, one day!

The new Pope had seen better days. Some would attribute that to the constant stresses of keeping the Fae creatures on their own side of the border, but Phoebus didn't buy it. He had seen Frollo at his worst, and he could tell; this wasn't something new. This was just Frollo's true nature finally becoming immediately visible to the eye. His skin hung loosely on his bones, and his eyes were sunken deep into his skull. Phoebus's urge to strangle the villain rose to the forefront once again. He pushed it back down with nary a sign of his internal struggle. Now was not the time. Not when Frollo and Phoebus were surrounded by Papal Inquisitors clearly spoiling for a fight.

"Phoebus," the Pope drawled. "You will be sent west to the Fae border. The man there are hard pressed. As iron as their equipment is, and however strong their hearts, all men must sleep. You will take forty men with you," Frollo continued. "You will rotate shifts, day and night, to make certain that the border is manned at all times. Your shift will sleep by day and watch by night. If the Wicked Fairy tries anything, it will be at night," he added.

Phoebus nodded, once again hiding his true feelings. "Yes, Pope Frollo. The Fae creatures won't get past us, sir." Phoebus was fully aware of what Frollo thought of him. And that was fine, because Phoebus wanted very much to kill Frollo. Some might have condemned Phoebus for his desire to kill a man of the Church, the Pope no less. But those people had no idea what Frollo truly was. A demon, a monster in human skin. He used the Lord's work to justify his now twisted cruelty and sadism. Phoebus doubted he would be sent to Hell for ridding the world of such an insult to humanity in general, let alone the Lord.

Sadly, Frollo's harsh stance on "heretics" was well liked by some very powerful people in Paris, if not the masses. If not for his own blond hair, fair complexion, and reputation as one of Paris' most skilled yet personable warriors, Phoebus would not have even made it this far. Frollo would have found some way to make Phoebus disappear long ago. Like he had with Quasimodo. Like he had with… Esmerelda.

Phoebus missed her. More than he could have imagined before losing her. And Frollo had killed her. Phoebus once again pushed his feelings down as he saluted and took his leave. Frollo's time would come, far sooner than he expected. The Pope had made a big mistake in sending Phoebus so far away from Paris. Frollo only kept order through his Papal Inquisitors. If there were a force capable of standing against them, Phoebus was confident that Paris would revolt. When at the border, among his fellow soldiers, Phoebus would gather friends and allies, and eventually find a way to bring Frollo's crimes to light and take him down. Still, there was a little, tiny, small risk in this plan. Frollo had sent Phoebus to the border to die. There was a non-zero chance that Phoebus might fall in battle before he had convinced enough soldiers to go against Frollo.

There was little to be done about it, though. Phoebus couldn't be seen in direct conflict with Frollo until the proper time. Phoebus just had to stay alive long enough. And then, he would remove the new Pope's head from his shoulders. No matter what, Phoebus would never give up. One day, he would find a way past the Inquisitors, he would draw his sword, and he would kill Frollo. As far as he was concerned, Frollo was a dead man walking.

As he arrived at the stables and readied his horse, Achilles, Phoebus took a deep breath then let it out, reminiscing on the few precious moments he had shared with Esmerelda. It had been wonderful while it had lasted, and while the pain of losing her tore at his heart every day, Phoebus never once regretted knowing her. If that wasn't love, Phoebus wasn't sure what love was.

Phoebus mounted Achilles and trotted to where his men were gathering for the trip. As he did, the righteous warrior turned to look back at the cathedral where everything had begun. Wherever Esmerelda's friend Quasimodo was, whether he was alive or dead, Phoebus wished him luck, then turned and began his trip, murmuring a small prayer to the Lord for the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

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Okay, I think that will do. Hope you guys like it! Yeah, I imagine Frollo's control over his city being very tenuous. Keep in mind, he just put down the full-blown rebellion from the movie that Phoebus started. The populace is unhappy with him in charge, and they'd fight if Phoebus asked them to, but then many of them would die because they don't know how to fight. So Phoebus is playing the long game to get some soldiers on his side. At least, that's how I imagine it.