Clopin Trouillefou ஐ Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame ஐ OTA Good Ending
He had never thought it was possible, but it had happened. Frollo was dead, the corruption in the justice system collapsed, and white Parisians were actually accepting the gypsies and even Quasimodo as humans, just as worthy of love and trust as everyone else. There was no need for a gypsy king anymore. Everyone was safe. He would remain king just because his people remained loyal to him, but he had a feeling that his title would die with him.
He was sitting on the roof of a bakery, letting the smell of bread and sugar waft past, and playing a happy tune on his fiddle while the children and some starry-eyed couples danced on the street, rejoicing at the beautiful day and Paris's prosperity.
Bad Ending
He had always known he would die, but he had never dared to think that...
All the gypsies. All of them. The Court of Miracles had been captured. It was a bloodbath. Clopin wasn't sure how many survived, if any. He just knew that was in the dungeon of the Palace of Justice, collapsed on the damp floor of his cell after yet another brutal lashing. Ridges as big as his little finger were raised on his back and blood kept his skin wet and sticky. His ribs jutted out under his skin and his battered body cried out for some kind of sustenance, but he had grown numb to the pain of his flesh and the pain in his heart had become just a constant ache. He wasn't sure how long he had been there, but it had to be long if he had gotten so accustomed to his own suffering.
He didn't know what they'd do to him. Burn him? Behead him? Blind and mutilate him before exiling him from France? Whatever they planned, he hoped they'd do it fast. He'd never felt so tired in his life.