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I've been writing a lot in the Book of Mormon fandom recently and I apologize for not giving you guys the attention that you deserve. All of your reviews make me so happy. I've never been this successful with a fic EVER! Every single word makes my heart just soar.

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well at least I hope you do.

Because this was actually a lot of fun to write

Facilier shut his locker carefully. His whole body still hurt from his summoning nearly two weeks ago. He was doing his best to avoid any contact with anyone outside of class, lest they notice his… condition. He didn't speak up in class, even if he knew the answer to the question. He lept out of his chair and ran to his next class so he wouldn't run into anyone in the halls. He didn't eat lunch any more. He hardly ate at all. Even the thought of food made him feel nauseous. Though he supposed he could contribute that to his newly awarded powers.

He stayed after class to talk to Magica de Spell. She was really the only one he could talk to about this stuff.

"Mr. Facilier is there a particular reason why you're still here?" She asked, not looking up from the stack of papers she was grading.

"I just needed someone I could talk to about dark magic," He said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. Magica looked up at him with a perplexed face. She set her pen down.

"You're having trouble understanding my assignments?"

"No… Something happened over break and I don't know who else I can talk to."

"What happened?"

Facilier stood up with a large text book. He dropped it. But instead of a large bang, as one would expect, the book stopped a few inches from the ground. It flew back up and was set gently in his outstretched hands.

Magica's eyes went wide and flicked over to the wall on the far side of the class room. She studied Facilier's shadow for a brief moment.

"Do that again," She said, stepping forward to observe the shadow more closely. Facilier dropped the book again. Just as she expected, the shadow reached down and caught the shadow of the book before lifting it back up so that the actual book rested in Facilier's open hands.

Magica walked back over to her desk and retrieved her pen. She held it in front of Facilier's face so that both he and the shadow could see it. She dropped it to the ground. It didn't hit. The shadow replaced the pen in her open palm.

"You've made a deal with the Loa," She said calmly.

"Yes."

Magica sighed, "That is very dangerous magic, Andre, especially for a young villain like you. Why did you go and contact them?"

Facilier looked down at the floor. He didn't have a good answer, "Why is my shadow doing this?"

"You've made a deal with them," Magica said simply, "The shadow is a mark of a debt you have to the Loa."

"But I haven't made any promises to them!"

Hades watched through the small window in the door of the classroom. He knew that something was wrong with Facilier. There had to be. Facilier wasn't one to get in physical conflicts, and yet the boy had come to school with a black eye. He was a lot skinnier now, too. And Hades could tell that something else was wrong with Facilier.

Most students milled through the halls of DVHS without thinking to look around them. But Hades looked. He always looked. He always watched his back. He always watched other people. And when he watched Facilier he knew that something wasn't right. Something other worldly.

When he saw Facilier's shadow demonstration, he knew exactly what was wrong. Hades didn't think Facilier would actually be so stupid to make a deal with the Loa. The door opened, rousing Hades out of his thoughts. He moved out of the way just as Facilier was coming out.

Facilier's eyes grew wide, "What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, you were…" Facilier's shadow raised up the side of the door like a threatening demon as Hades fumbled over his words, "What happened?" he asked. The shadow settled back into its original shape.

Facilier looked down at his feet, "Nothing."

"I know when you're lying to me," Hades said with a smile, "Come on, we used to be friends. You know you can trust me," Facilier gave him a look, "I promise I won't meddle, okay?"

The voodoo boy took a deep breath, "Can we talk somewhere else?"

Hades nodded and walked with him to the parking lot. Facilier sat on the hood of his car, Hades sat next to him. Facilier's shadow stood against the old oak tree that sat on the edge of the school's property. It sank down and sat cross legged at the base of it. Or at least what Hades assumed was cross legged.

"How long has it been doing that?" Hades asked, his voice light, "Can you get it to roll over yet?"

Facilier laughed a little, "No, I should teach it to though."

Hades laughed with him, "Will you just tell me what happened?"

"It's a long story…"

"I don't have anywhere to be," Facilier took a deep breath and picked at his fingernails, shaking his head. Hades sat up, "You made a deal with the Loa didn't you?"

"I don't know. Magica says that the shadow is a mark that I have a debt to them. But I didn't promise them anything when all of this happened."

"How exactly did you get in contact with them?" Hades asked. Facilier dug around in his pack and pulled out the spell book he had gotten from the library, he handed it to Hades.

"I just followed the instructions," He said. Hades began thumbing through the book closely.

"Do you have any new powers yet?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you can fly, that would be fantastic."

Facilier laughed, "I don't think I can fly."

"You never know until you jump off a building."

"You're actually horrible sometimes."

"Thank you," Hades flipped to another page, "Well it says that the Loa feed on human souls."

"Do they?"

Hades shut the book, "Well yeah. I mean most of them go to the underworld but if the Loa can get their grubby little hands on them before then… well they never make it."

"Why would I have to pay them though?"

"Well you wanted new powers right? I think you're supposed to ask them for things and in return you have to pay them. And as long as you have that," Hades pointed to Facilier's shadow, "You're basically at their command. And if you don't pay them back… well you could get in a lot of trouble in the after life."

Facilier took a shaky breath, "Guess it's the same as it's always been then…"

"What do you mean?"

"In voodoo you can't conjure things for yourself. You have to follow rituals and rules and conjure things for other people. If you want something you have to go through another being," He glanced at the shadow, "I guess I have to go through the Loa now."

Hades rested a hand on his friend's shoulder, "My family has some standing with the Loa. I mean they kinda lurk in the in between world, but if you want we can maybe-"

"No," Facilier shook his head, "No it's fine. I'll be fine. I may have to go through the Loa now but at least I don't have to play to my grandmother's rules anymore."

Hades nodded slowly, "She didn't give you that shiner did she? Because, no offense or anything, if I got beat up by a little old lady I'd be pretty embarrassed."

Facilier laughed, "No. This is uh, from the ceremony. Knocked me out. I spent a few days in the hospital and when I woke up I had… that," he gestured to the shadow.

"You know you should really name it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. How 'bout Sparky?" The shadow stood up suddenly looking distressed. Well, as distressed as a shadow could look.

"Nah, Sparky implies that its light."

"Well Shadowy is just a cop out," Hades said. The shadow knocked Hades' shadow on the head. The young god grabbed his head in pain and glared at the shadow. The shadow crossed its arms, "On second thought why don't you name it Sassy?" Facilier laughed.

"I'll think of something eventually," He said. He looked over his shoulder at the sun, "It's getting late, I need to get going."

Hades patted him on the shoulder, "Take care of yourself, kay?"

"I will."

"I'm happy for you man, I really am. You got what you wanted," Hades called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Facilier ran a hand through his hair, "Yeah, I got what I wanted," He watched Hades retreating form, "Lost what I had," He muttered to himself. He got in his car and began driving. The better side of Toon Town began fading over the horizon in his rearview mirror. The clean cut lawns began to fade to brown and then to cement as he headed into the less than savory part of town.

He turned around a corner and pulled up alongside a small, old warehouse. He got out and unlocked the padlock by muttering a few words. His shadow leapt up and unlocked the door through the shadow of the lock. Facilier pushed the heavy door open before going back to retrieve his car.

He shut the large door and walked through the echo filled room warehouse until he reached a cordoned off area. He moved the curtains aside and sat down on the old mattress he had managed to salvage. It was too cold. Facilier rolled onto his side and flipped on the small electric light on the floor. The warm light pooled through the small area. An old mattress, some tattered blankets, and a pillow. It was all Facilier had now. There was a banging sound on the door.

"Can I help you?" Facilier said as he came to the door. A young woman, probably just a bit older than himself, dressed in a black coat, nodded.

"Are you Facilier?"

"Sure am," He flashed her his most charming smile, "Now what can I do for you?"

"I heard you do tarot readings?"

"That I do, that I do," He pushed the door open further, "Come on in."

The woman stepped into the large room and moved towards the small table Facilier had in one corner of the room. He stepped up the table and pulled the chair out for the woman. She took it graciously. Facilier sat down on the other side and pulled out a pack of tarot cards from his pocket.

"Now, what kind of reading will it be?"

The woman shrugged, "I'm a little new to this, what do you recommend?"

"Well what do you want to know?"

"The future, I guess," She giggled. Facilier resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid women. He made a fortune off of them but they were irritating.

"Well why don't we do a simple six card?"

"What's that?"

"Basics: what you want, what's in your favor, what's not in your favor, fears, outcome. Very simple reading doll," He shuffled the cards with an experienced hand and fanned them out on the table, "Pick six cards."

The woman did so. And one by one, Facilier read what was on the cards.

"Card one is how you feel about yourself now," He flipped over the card, "The Devil."

"Is that bad?" the woman asked with big eyes.

"It means you're feeling that the temptation of a certain relationship or other form of pleasure is too hard to resist – like it's addictive. You question your motives. You also have rather low self-esteem right now and feel that there's not much hope for the future."

The woman's eyes went wide with amazement, "Wow."

"The second card is what you want most at this moment," He flipped the card, "The Empress. You desire comfort, security, happiness, emotional support, reassurance. Isn't that right?"

The woman nodded slowly, "Well yeah. I mean I just broke up with my boyfriend so I guess-"

Facilier cut her off, "Things will turn out fine just fine," He said quickly. He did not want to hear this woman's life story, he just needed her money, "The third card is your fears," He flipped over the card, "Strength. You're afraid of not being able to deal with your problems. But if you're brave things will work out just fine," He flipped the next card, "The fourth card is what's going for you."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning the thing that will help you right now."

"Oh."

"Temperance. I'm guessing your recent break up has you at peace right now. You're not too concerned at the moment and if anything bad happens you'll be able to handle it with cool confidence. The fifth card is what's going against you-the thing that's keeping you from what you want- judgment. Basically you're afraid to do anything because you're a safe person. You don't want to take a chance on anything."

"What's the last one?"

"I'm getting there," Facilier said, "The last card is the outcome of it all," he flipped it over and tried not to laugh, "The fool."

"Does that mean I'm dumb?" The woman asked.

Yes, Facilier mentally answered, "No, it doesn't. It means that when you let go of your fears and take a few chances your life will be carefree and happy."

The woman sat back in her chair in awe," Wow. I never thought of it that way."

"Clearly," Facilier muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing. That's gonna be fifteen dollars," He said quickly. The woman dug around in her purse and handed over the money. She thanked Facilier and left the warehouse with a smile on her face, knowing her future.

It always happened like this. People would come to the warehouse, Facilier would read their future, they would pay, and they would leave. There was rarely an exchange of names, no life stories passed between them. It was a business. They came, they discovered, they paid, and they left. It was always the same.

Facilier pocketed the money in an old jar by his beat up mattress and laid back with a deep sigh. He stared at the cob web ridden ceiling, the shadows rising into the rafters. He glanced at his shadow, lying back on the shadow of the old mattress. He nodded at the Shadow. It got up swiftly and retrieved the tarot cards from the table, placing them silently in Facilier's hand.

"What'dya say?" Facilier asked the shadow, "Shall we do a reading?" The shadow sat silently on the wall, "Not much for conversation are you?"

The shadow opened its mouth to speak, the only sound that came through was the sound of whistling wind against a hollow tree. Facilier winced at the sound.

"Language of the dead, I get ya, I get ya," He shuffled the cards and picked out three. He laid them out on the mattress in front of him and began speaking out loud, reciting the definitions Mama Odie had taught him, "Past. The Moon. You reached a stage where things became difficult, and everything you did turned out to be unclear, heavy, and unpleasant," He glanced at the shadow, still sitting silently, "This situation brought you about deep grief, depression and reluctance in the previous period, as a result of experiencing unclear and little pleasant situations around you."

He sighed at the unpleasant memory of Odie yelling at him, "A Villain school?" She had yelled, "I taught you better than that Andre. And now you gon' gotten yourself in this mess! Black magic ain't meant to be messed wit! I thought I taught you that! You go on and get now! You can come on back when you learn your lesson and find what you need is real education, a real future, a real life, not some shadow."

Facilier sighed and flipped the second card up, "Present. The Wheel of Fortune. This is the time when the end of a cycle takes place in order to start another one, which will be characterized by an ascending order. It is a new stage of transformation and renewal that will bring you about many benefits."

Facilier flipped a card between his fingers with skilled precision as he remembered what Magica had said earlier that day, "You can't leave magic like this up to chance, Andre. You know that. I can teach you, I can help you. Magic like this cannot be left to chance. If you can control it, then there's no telling what you can accomplish," Facilier looked around the dingy room that he now called home.

"New cycle indeed," he muttered as he flipped over the third card, "Future. The Lovers. Inverted. You will not be there in the moment you should have all your selective abilities available to find your way and achieve those goals you aim at. It will be a period of lethargy, where you sank into as a result of your own decision."

Facilier thought about Hades, "Well you wanted new powers right? I think you're supposed to ask them for things and in return you have to pay them. And as long as you have that, you're basically at their command. And if you don't pay them back… well you could get in a lot of trouble in the afterlife."

Facilier sighed and rubbed his temples. He looked back at the shadow, "You do need a name," once more the shadow opened its mouth and howling wind filled the room, "How 'bout Lonbraj?" Facilier asked with a quirked eyebrow. The shadow sat motionless, no sign of disapproval for the name, "Lonbraj it is then." Facilier shuffled the remaining tarot cards, staring at the ones still laid out on his bed, wondering exactly what his future would hold.

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Hook sat patiently in the music room, waiting for Frollo. The two had not spoken since their return from break. Frollo had gotten back a day late due to air traffic. The gothic boy rushed into the room, notebook in hand, slightly out of breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm here, I'm sorry," He said in a rushed breath. He dropped his bag unceremoniously on the floor and walked over to the piano.

"Don't worry about it," Hook said calmly, "Do you have any more revisions?"

"Just a few words," Frollo opened the note book and ran a hand through his hair, "I sang it for my choir and they helped me change some of the lyrics."

"Where'd you go again?"

"Hati," Frollo said looking up, "We built a church, a few houses, did some work at their food bank and with the Red Cross."

"Is this a 'normal' break for you?"

"Pretty much," Frollo took a deep breath, "How was your break?"

"Fine. Weather was good, ocean was relatively calm."

"You really like sailing don't you?"

"I love it more than anything in the world," Hook glanced at the new lyrics, making sure he wouldn't have to change any of the chords. As he began playing slowly he asked Frollo, "How'd they like the song?"

"They loved it."

"And what about Gothel?" Hook asked with a raised eyebrow as he changed something on the staff paper, "What are you going to do before the talent show?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well are you going to talk to her or something?"

"…I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't think she wants to talk to me."

"Do you know that for a fact?"

"Well… no… not for a fact but-"

"Frollo, if you don't talk to her, how will she know the song is for her?"

Frollo rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ceiling, "I have no idea," He sighed.

"You need to talk to her."

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me?"

"She will."

"How do you-"

"She's been hanging out with that other CGI kid, she'll talk to you."

"Buddy? Well how do you know she doesn't like him, or he doesn't like her, or they're not together or-"

"You're rambling again for no particular reason," Hook leaned forward on the piano, "You need to talk to her. What do you have to lose?"

Frollo shrugged, "I don't know. I just get nervous around her. I always have. And the last time we talked we got into this huge fight and... I don't know if she still hates me."

"I don't think she hates you."

"You don't know that."

"No, I don't know that. That's why I said think and not know," Hook chuckled a bit, "The point is, if you never say anything to her, nothing is going to get any better. You cannot be afraid to fight for what you want or you'll never get it."

Frollo nodded slowly, "I'll try to talk to her before the show."

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Frollo twisted his hands nervously back stage. He could see the audience from the wings as they filed in. His eyes darted over the faces, looking for one in particular, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped a bit.

"Calm down," Hook said, "It's only me."

Frollo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Don't do that!"

Hook raised an eyebrow, "You seem nervous."

"I am nervous."

"You'll be fine," Hook glanced out into the audience, "She's not here yet?"

"She's in the lobby."

"Did you talk to her?" Frollo didn't answer, "You didn't?"

"I couldn't!" Frollo said. Hook cocked an eyebrow and gave him a skeptical look, "Okay fine I was planning on it but I just… froze…"

"Right…"

"Do you know what happens when I try and talk to girls?"

"No, considering I've never seen you talk to any."

"I word vomit!"

"Word vomit?"

"I start talking and I can't stop and I just make myself look like a complete idiot," Facilier peered into the crowd.

He saw Gothel walk into the auditorium with Buddy. The CGI boy had his arm around a rather lovely looking girl with white blonde hair and tan skin. Gothel was alone. Hades tapped her on the shoulder and said something. He pointed to a row closer to the front of the looked at the seat and smiled lightly, she reached down on the seat and picked up a rose that was laying on the seat. Frollo's eyes went wide.

"What did you do?" He asked. His whole face was red.

"I assumed you wouldn't talk to her, so I took matters into my own hands."

"I should kill you right now."

"She had to know the song was for her somehow!"

"I should just, ugh!"

"Eloquent."

"Shut up," Frollo peered back into the audience and quirked an eyebrow when he saw Ursula walk in, "What's she doing here?"

Hook glanced over Frollo's shoulder into the crowd, "I-I have no idea."

Frollo looked over his shoulder and smirked, "You should have gotten her a rose too."

"Shut up."

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"Is this seat taken?" Ursula said tapping Gothel on the shoulder. The dark haired girl looked at her surprised.

"Uh, no, no it isn't."

"Can I sit here?"

Gothel nodded and stared as Ursula sat down, "What are you doing here?" she asked out of the blue.

"I wanted to see the show," Ursula said with a weak smile. There were a few awkward moments between the girls, "Gothel I'm sorry about what happened. I should have said something when Cruella came after you. I'm sorry."

Gothel took a deep breath and thought for a while, "Could you get me back in?" She asked. Ursula took a deep breath and shook her head.

"Cruella would kill me for just being here. If it were up to me I'd be in the show."

Gothel smiled at her, "What would you do?"

"I play piano," Ursula said with a small laugh, "Cruella would end my social life though."

Gothel nodded slowly, "Why don't you just stop being friends with her?"

Ursula shrugged, "I honestly don't know," She looked at Gothel, "I miss talking to you though."

"If you really missed talking to me, you would stop being friends with Cruella," Gothel said as the lights began to dim. Ursula nodded solemnly as the lights went out.

Gothel watched as the acts went by. None of them had particularly interested her. For a group of villains, they were particularly dull when it came to talent. As Si and Am began playing a duet variation of Eleanor Rigby, Gothel opened the program and scanned the list of performers. Frollo was next. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The two had not talked in such a long time. Hell, Gothel didn't even know if he could sing. All of a sudden she became nervous. Not for herself, but nervous for him.

As Si and Am finished their song, the audience clapped politely. Frollo and Hook walked out onto the stage. Hook sat at the piano. Frollo fumbled with the microphone to get it to the proper height. He loosened the mic a bit too much and it slammed to the ground. A few kids in the audience snickered a bit as the gothic boy adjusted the mic again.

"Uh…" Frollo gulped as he scanned the audience. He spotted Gothel and he took a deep breath, "Uhm…" He looked out at the audience, "This is for someone who I care about a lot… you… you know who you are."

Gothel quirked her eyebrow. Her eyes darted down at the rose and then back up at Frollo. The boy nodded at Hook. Hook began playing a few chords on the piano. Frollo opened his mouth and began singing.

I'd shave my head

I'd pierce my nose

I'd fail phys-ed

I'd burn all my clothes

If it pleases you

Then that's what I gotta do

What I wouldn't do for you

Woah oh

Whoah oh oh oh oh

Aaaah aaah

I'd swallow fire

I'd bathe in ice

Name your desire

And I'll do it twice

Just wave your hand

'Cause you know your wish, my command

What I wouldn't do for you

My life was school, weekend, and summer

With no direction, no aim

Safe to say, life was a bummer

Until perfection you came

And you made me see

All the things I could be

Things I never knew I could do

And you made me fall in love with you

I'd slay the beast

A thousand men

But that's just the least

My love, just say when

I know I'm not bright

And as for rich, not quite

But, what I wouldn't do for you

Ooh what I wouldn't do for you

What I wouldn't do for you

Gothel felt her chest tighten in awe. Frollo looked directly at her and smiled softly as Hook played the last chord of the song. The audience applauded wildly. But Gothel stayed seated.

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"I didn't know you could sing like that!" Hades said, clapping Frollo on the shoulder.

Frollo winced a little at the hit, "Thanks," He rubbed his shoulder soothingly.

"You were really fantastic," Mal said with a gracious smile, she noticed his eyes darting around the crowd, not particularly paying attention to anything, "Are you looking for someone?"

"Uh, yeah, no, kinda," He felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Frollo turned around to see Gothel standing behind him, "Gothel," He said semi surprised.

"Can I talk to you?" She said softly. Frollo nodded and walked off to the side of the crowd with her, "Did you write that song?" She asked.

"Yeah…" There was another pause between them. Gothel opened her mouth to speak, but Frollo cut her off, "Before you ask, yes it's about you. I feel horrible about everything that happened between us and if I knew all of this would have happened I would have asked you out from the moment I saw you. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever met. I mean not that beauty is everything. And I know that you can be so much more than you are right now because you're driven, not like bullheaded or anything, but driven. And I've had a crush on you from the beginning of the year and I-mph!"

Gothel pulled at his shirt collar, pulling him into a surprising kiss. When she pulled back, Frollo's eyes were wide. His blush stretched all the way to his ears. She smiled breathlessly at him.

"You talk too much sometimes," She said before pulling him back into another kiss. It was softer than the first. It meant so much more to both of them.

Ursula saw their exchange from down the hall and smiled to herself. She hadn't ever seen Gothel this happy before. She glanced down at the floor and wondered what would happen if she did what Gothel said, if she left Cruella's group and started doing what made her happy.

But she couldn't.

Not yet.

TADA!

FINALLY GOTHEL AND FROLLO YOU GUYS! I know you've been wanting that for a while. TADA!

AND IT ONLY TOOK 16 CHAPTERS TO DO IT!

Don't worry, their story line still has a loooooooooooong way to go.

And Facilier's card reading (the three card one) I actually entered his name into an online Tarot Reader for a three card Past Present Future draw and that's what came up. Knowing what happens to Facilier in PatF I find it a little freaky accurate.

and Lonbraj means Shadow in Hatian Creol... I'm so creative you guys.

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