Emperor's New Groove: Kuzco x Reader

Meeting Kuzco

Welcome to Emperor's New Groove: Kuzco x Reader! 

3rd Person POV

In the jungle a llama sits hunched over, sad. Suddenly thunder rumbles and lightning strikes, scaring him. Then rain falls, pouring down. The llama starts whimpering. 

"Wee-be-be-bee." The llama whimpered. 

He then gets up and walks over to a tree, trying to take shelter. 

Will you take a look at that? Pretty pathetic, huh? Well, you'll never believe this, but that llama you're looking at was once a human being. And not just any human being. That guy was an emperor. A rich, powerful ball of charisma.

The leaf caverns in from the rain water and falls onto the emperor llama. 

Oh, yeah! This is his story.

The llama starts crying. 

Well, actually my story. That's right. I'm that llama.

The llama goes back to his original spot and lays down. 

The name is Kuzco... Emperor Kuzco. I was the world's nicest guy, and they ruined my life for no reason. Oh, is that hard to believe? Look, I'll tell you what. You always go back...you know, before I was a llama, and this will all make sense.

Cut to a baby Kuzco playing with his toy. 

All right, now see, that's a little too far back. Oh, ho! Look at me! That's me as a baby. 

Baby Kuzco hugs his toy till the head pops off, making him cry. 

"WAAAH!" The baby wailed and then a bunch of hands hold the same toy for him. 

Ahem! All right, let's move ahead.

Cut forward to Kuzco getting ready for the day. He puts on his crown and poses. 

"Oh, yeah." Kuzco said as servers roll out carpet and throw down flowers in front of him as he walks. 

There are despots and dictators. Political manipulators. There are blue bloods with the intellects of fleas.

When a wall blocks his path, instead of just turning and going through the nearest doorway. He snapped his fingers and work appeared making him a new doorway to go through.

Once he's in his throne room he snaps his fingers and a server picks him up in a golden chair and carries him up the stairs to drop him into his throne. 

There are kings and catty tyrants who are so lacking in refinements. They'd be better suited swinging from the trees.

Kuzco cuts a red ribbon, place fake kisses on babies' heads, and shatter a champagne bottle on a ship, all with out even turning his head. 

He was born and raised to rule, no one has ever been as cool, in a thousand years of aristocracy.

Kuzco then lays down in his chair as the Theme song guy sings. 

An enigma and a mystery in Mesoamerican history, the quintessence of perfection that is he.

Ok, this is the real me. 

Llama Kuzco is shown. 

Not this. 

Then back to human Kuzco. 

This. 

Next llama Kuzco. 

Not this.