El Bossu

I was raised on the logic - the twisted, persistent, hypocritical logic - that everyone was beautiful and kind behind their skin. But that was before I dug under my own.
That was before I realized how I see things; how I take a flower and turn it to a mushroom, and see the mushroom as ghoulish, how I churn even my own joy into pity and hatred and evil. That was before I saw how cold and tar-covered my own mind is, before I journeyed to find how small and heavy my obsidian heart is, seeping and sleeping with deprecation and consternation.
That was before I experienced something as pure and angelic as you, and I did the most selfish thing I could do: I fell in love.

A story featuring a mix of Disney's and Hugo's Hunchback of Notre Dame.
The only character that belongs to me is Muuttaa.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame does not belong to me.

Because he deserves more.