Recollection: Disney Villains x Reader

Chapter 10: DATE NIGHT

You got ready for your date; you decided to change into a fancier outfit, so you put on a black-and-white stripy dress with a black scarf that had tassels on the ends, because it kind of looked like a centipede so you figured it was appropriate for the movie.

Frollo texted you after a while, saying he was ready. He'd attached an image but you decided not to look at it at that moment.

You waited outside until he pulled the car up to you. He stepped out and opened the passenger's side door for you so you could get in. You took his hand for balance as you got in. "Such a gentleman!" You said, pleased at his chivalry.

"Thank you, dear. I try," he said as he got in the driver's side.

You drove to the theater, blasting centuries-old choir music the whole way there— Frollo made it clear that the driver gets to be DJ, and as strange as his tastes were, you had to admit that Deus Irae kind of slaps. (A/N: seriously go listen to it it's so good!!)

You pulled in to the parking lot of the theater, the two of you got out and you went to go buy tickets. You tried to pull out your wallet but then you realized you forgot to pay because you had amnesia and that's what amnesia is right?

It didn't matter anyway because Frollo decapitated the box office guy with his bare hands, but it was still troubling.

The two of you went inside the theater and got situated. Frollo wanted to sit at the very very front, because he thought the ideal moviegoing experience was craning his neck 90 degrees upwards to stare at a giant screen that he can only properly perceive one-third of. You talked some sense into him; you sat someplace in the middle instead.

Just before the movie started, Frollo leaned over to you. "You know what this is about, right?"

You giggled. Of course you did! "It's about a guy that really likes centipedes, right?"

One hour and thirty-two minutes later, you emerged from the theater a trembling, traumatized, disturbed mess. Frollo was grinning like he'd just come back from a week-long Disneyland vacation.

"WHY DID THE GUY DO THAT" you asked, mortified that you let yourself be talked into watching that cursed film.

"What, the stitching-mouths-to-butts thing? I thought it was quite clever, actually. Though I'm sure I'd be a better tailor— his stitchwork was lousy."

"That's gross Frollo"

"Is it? If you're disgusted by that, then perhaps I should be grateful for your amnesia. After all, I've done much worse."

"Realyy//?" Youo asked surprised.

"I didn't think you would be so shocked," Frollo emremarked . "Look at me, I'm a sixty-something-year-old man wearing UGG boots and a miniskirt! I thought you were PERFECTLY aware of the faulty wiring in my head!"

"I just thought you were quirky and eccentric!"

"Quirky, yes. Eccentric, yes. Evil, also yes. Responsible for war crimes, certainly. All the times we violated the Geneva Convention together... did they not stick with you?" He asked, seeming sad that you'd forgotten all that.

"It's the amnesia dude I'm sorry 😭"

He had no idea how you managed to pronouns an emoji but he wanted to do what he could to confromot you. "At least I'm hotter than the Human Centipede guy right??" Frollo had no idea what he was doing, but somehow it worked and you lughaed.

"Hehe," you said, "that's funny"

"On a more serious note, am I forgiven? I wouldn't like our first-ever date— as far as you're aware— to end so depressingly."

You started, "then manybe you shouldn't have taken me to see the Human Centi-"

"Please, love, give me a chance. Tell me you still want me, that's all I need." Frollo held your hands gently. "Perhaps, we can even... make some new memories together?" Frollo's question was a tricky one to answer. He really was crazy after all, but he cared about you so sincerely that you were sure saying no would break his heart.

There was more to it than that for sure. You were capable of leaving Frollo if you really wanted to, but the second you thought about it, you realized you didn't want to.

You didn't want to abandon him at all.