kh_drabble | Challenge Post

Challenge: [108] Belle
Title: Topsy-Turvy
Word Count: 371
Spoilers/Rating: Spoilers more for The Hunchback of Notre Dame than KH2. Rated ‘PG’
Notes: This was not my first idea for this prompt, just the one I liked more. *shrugs* Enjoy!

They’d successfully gotten Quasimodo out of the cathedral without that scary Frollo guy noticing.

The Feast of Fools was as great up-close as it looked from above. Sora wanted to check out the costumes, Donald was hungry, Goofy wanted to try his hand at juggling, and Quasimodo… well, he wanted to see it all. They didn’t mean to split up- but one minute Sora was watching Goofy run after a wooden pin and the next, Donald and Quasi were gone.

So he looked for them… as he took in the sights… and tried crêpes… and avoided the Frollo’s soldiers… and had some kind of meat-on-a-stick thing. Sora made his way to the square when they announced they were about to crown the King of Fools and got himself a pretty good spot to watch the insanity.

He blushed at the Gypsy woman- Esmeralda- dancing, and hardly noticed when Donald found him and began teasing. Once that was done they settled themselves to watch the competition and cat-called as the lady pulled a blushing Goofy onto the stage. The knight saw them and waved happily. They wondered where Quasimodo was.

Sora downright howled with laughter at some of the ugly faces the contestants made before they were unceremoniously butted into the mud. Donald pointed and laughed as Goofy joined the ranks of the fallen deliberately- hiding the fact that his mask didn’t actually come off.

Then the lady in red pulled at the mask of a stocky figure on the end of the line-

-but it was his face.

“Quasi-” Sora gulped.

Follo looked incensed.

“Uh-oh…” Donald whispered.

But then… the Gypsy announcer reminded everyone that hello- ugliness was the point and he was a perfect king. He didn’t say it in those exact words or Goofy- getting back to Sora and Donald at last- would have glared more than he did.

People started cheering him- carmine from the lips of pretty girls rubbed onto his cheeks- Quasimodo smiled more fully than they’d seen him do in the whole time they’d been on this world.

But suddenly a soldier called out in snide tones.

A tomato flew through the air and hit their friend in the face.

Then things went utterly pear-shaped.