#screw you Pizarro and Felipillo

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Didn’t see that coming… again!

A Tadeo Jones long one-shot fic that merges the events of the first movie, some history about the Spanish Conquista and my own headcanons regarding Mummy.

Warning: Has angst but ends with a happy ending. There are some sentences in spanish so you better get google translator.

Mummy’s POV (Kind of?)

“Shoot you? This is not a weapon it’s a…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence as he was grabbed by the neck. His attacker? No other that the intruded, the invader, this mortal soul who was seconds ago powerless. The human didn’t waste his time and tossed him aside.

The Inca didn’t know if the human wanted him to fall to his “double death” or not.

The only thing he knew was that he was hanging for his eternal life and couldn’t get back to safety.

How could this happen!? He was clearly winning! He had the power, the other was a stranger who doesn’t know all the place.

Wait a minute.

Why that sounds very familiar?

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Tahuantinsuyo, November 1532

“Sir, we have some news about the strangers who came from the seas” said a chasqui, a messenger that ran many kilometers just to deliver a very important message to a very important person.

The person in question was a young Inca dressed in royal robes, had a gold crown and spoke in a royal tone. This particular inca was one of the many sons of the ex Sapa Inca Huayna Capac, best know for expanding the empire more. He was beloved by his people and respected by his enemies. There was no greater honor than to be a descendant of him.

Unfortunately, he passed away along his son and official heir to the throne, Ninan Cuyuchi, under mysterious circunstances.

All the people cried over the death of the Sapa Inca and the Auqui and wondered who could rule the Tahuantinsuyo now.

Cue Huascar and Atahualpa.

It was decided that Huascar would rule the capital of the empire (Cusco) and Atahualpa the north part of the empire (Quito). Things went well.

For a short time that is.

It went down when Huascar decided to murder some of Atahualpa’s messengers and the ruler of Quito was very offended. He declared a civil war and many people were affected.

In the end Atahualpa ended up killing many of his half brothers with the help of his best generals who were, ironicaly, his half brothers who swear loyalty to him.

The young Inca who is the protagonist of this story was still alive because Atahualpa didn’t consider him a threat. By the contrary, the last time they encounter each other the young one swore he saw the prince… smiling at him?

He didn’t remember well, he was just a baby or a toddler when that happened.

Now he was the leader of a small group of soldiers who made sure all the gifts for Inti were in his place. Believe it or not, there was always one of two idiots who would try to steal some of the gold. And the consequences of that actions were to DIE FOR.

The new self proclaimed Inca was celebrating his victory over Huascar in Cajamarca when suddenly a chasqui informed him that those pale faced, shiny strangers were coming to meet him.

Other chasquis were sent to inform the other sons of Huayna Capac about the arrive of the people of the seas… including him.

“You got some news, chasqui?” Said the young one “well, what are you waiting for? Tell me”

“Their leader wants to have a meeting with your half brother, the Sapa Inca Atahualpa”

“And what was his opinion?”

“He agreed to meet him in Cajamarca”

For a moment, the young royal froze, but the retained his composture.

“Well, I’m sure whatever plans my brother has, it’s going to benefit all of us. The worst that could happen to the sea people would be if they become slaves. Could you imagine?” the inca said with big eyes and a big smile “My own personal slave! And a stranger from an unknow land no less! How exotic”

“But sir, the meeting is actualy a peaceful one. No one is going to carry weapons”

“Oh? Well that’s weird. But I understand my brother pretty well. The news about those creatures were present in the time when Huayna Capac was alive. He and Ninan were making some plans for their arrive but…you know” he said in a sad tone while not making eye contact with the chasqui. He quickly returned to his optimistic and royal behavior “this situation is a BIG deal and Atahualpa was always a curious person. It’s something we have in common. I’m sure everything will be fine. We are after all the sons of Inti. We have his protection and his eternal light. And nothing will change that”

“That’s true my lord” said the chasqui more confident than before “So, are you going to be present in the meeting?”

“I have many things to do” said the half brother of the Inca “but I will try to be present in the last hours. THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT! I CAN FEEL IT!”

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No.

No, no, no, NO!

Just… how could this happen!?

He was on his way to the meeting when he saw many people running in the opposite direction. They were so scared that didn’t had time to explain what happened. Then suddenly the same chasqui who he encountered days before appeared before him. He was bleeding which was odd because he didn’t have a mark of a spear or an arrow in him, just a small hole near his chest. Still he could mutter some words.

“Strangers…lied….brought weapons….shoot fire….thousands of deaths… our people gone… Atahualpa….”

“What?” The young one was desesperate when the messenger began to close his eyes and collapsed in the ground “What!? WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY BROTHER? WHO DID THIS? SPEAK!”

“They kidnapped Atahualpa…Pizarro” and with that the chasqui stopped breathing.

The inca was in total shock. But he didn’t have time to mourn the man. He had to find his brother for Viracocha’s sake!

He ran as fast as he could to the place of the awful events. He ignored the people who were shouting and begging him to not go there.

He had to go there! His brother was in danger! True, he ordenered the death of his other half brothers and had a inferiority-superiority complex but that aside, he couldn’t forget the smile he gave him years ago. It was just…brotherly, something he didn’t obtain from his other half brothers, not matter how much he tried, he was always viewed as an oddball and an outcast. But Atahualpa, he changed that. He made him feel he was still part of the family. A very big, disfuctional family, but a family at the end.

He finally arrived at the place when he saw them. Shining bodies, pale faces, some of them had different eye colors. Under other circunstances, he would admire them and even try to touch them even if his other brothers tell him to stop doing that or facepalming at his weird and excitable little brother.

But now…

“Atahualpa! ATAHUALPA! MANA ATAHUALPA!”

There were two strangers who held him by the arms and shouting things he didn’t understand.

“Cállate indio, fuera de aquí!”

“Mejor lárgate de aquí si no quieres que te meta plomo por la cabeza!”

But the young man was still shouting for his brother.

“WAYQE WAYQE! WAYQE ATAHUALPA!”

One of the stranger had it.

“Te lo advertí indio, ahora sí te voy a…!”

“Deténgase ahí soldado!”

A voice with authority was heard, the three persons looked at one man with a shining helmet with some fluffy feathers, grey hair in his head and on his face (how!?) and strange looking clothes. He was accompanied by… what it looked to be one of the people from the Tahuantinsuyo only that he wore the strangers’ clothes and spoke in their language too.

And they called me the weirdo.

“Señor Pizarro” said one of the brutes while freeing the young inca “Disculpe esta conmoción pero este joven de aquí no para de gritar el nombre de Atahualpa. Será otro seguidor suyo”

“Posiblemente” said Pizarro (why the name sounded familiar?) “Pero es mejor resolver esto de manera pac��fica y cortés”

Again, he didn’t understand a word of this old man but by the way the odd-looking inca who was at his side looked at his left and then back to the old man with a deadpan face that screamed “Really?” something was very off about the whole situation.

The young inca looked where the weirdo looked before and… he wished he didn’t look at all.

Corpses.

There where corpses everywhere. And more strangers and some odd looking animals too.

The thing that scared him the most was that there wasn’t a corpse of a stranger laying. Not a single one. As if they were too powerful that they were not affected in the battle.

Was there even a battle to begin with?

He soon realized that the two strangers and mister Pizarro himself were covered in blood.

His people’s blood.

Posibly Atahualpa’s blood as well.

The young one gritted his teeth and was about to charge at the old man furiously when he was held back by those two brutes.

One of them even took off one of his gold earrings while muttering “Qué bonito”

This of course made the young one be even more furious. How DARE!?

“Tranquilo, no queremos pelear más” said Pizarro in a calm tone “Dime muchacho… Acaso conoces a Atahualpa personalmente? Eres familiar suyo?”

Wow, that man has to be really stupid to believe he magicaly will understand everything he just said. He just only understood the word Atahualpa and began to panic.

“Felipillo” said the old man looking at his inca “Mejor tú dile qué acabo de decir antes que a todos nos de un ataque de pánico”

The odd inca began to talk in his language (quechua) and our protagonist, more calmly since he could understand him, replied back, looking at the old man intensely.

Felipillo spoke, looking rather sad.

“Dice que es su hermano menor de sangre”

Pizarro’s eyes widened. The others were surprised as well. The old man then gave a nod to one of the brutes and this one freed the inca to carry his weapon that breath fire with both hands.

“Señor NO!”

That was the last thing the young man heard from Felipillo when he felt a great pain in the head and everything became blurry and then black.

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Turns out they only hit him in the head with the weapon and didn’t shoot him.

The events after that hit where blurry in the memories the now Living Mummy leader of Paititi.

But the events before that hit where enough to make him cry (or at least sob, as he didn’t have corporal fluids).

He was alone. He felt alone. He didn’t like when others see him cry or even sad.

He is supposed to cheer them and tell them everything is going to be fine.

Except for the fact that… nothing is going to be fine. At all.

All his brothers and sisters were dead. Gone in horrific battles against the spaniards. And Atahualpa, he died the worse death of them all.

Because it was a death that could be prevented.

But because the Inca was overconfident in his role as a ruler, everything fall, quite literaly.

Overconfidence

Who knew that was one the reasons the Tahuantinsuyo fell? One of the reasons that cost them thousands of lifes that day and many more in the future.

Sure, the Sapa Inca was a proud individual. He was the son of the sun after all (Wasn’t he? He wasn’t sure now) but they always knew the tables could turn if one wasn’t very careful.

His father, Ninan Cuyuchi and others before him knew that very well.

Atahualpa… not so much.

Resigned, he was going to return to his usual spot to protect the idol when suddenly, the earth above him began to crack and many bats flew to freedom.

Inmediately he looked at the light spot very carefuly.

It’s been centuries since the last time they felt the warm touch of Inti. They were still mad at him for abandoning them all this years ago but…they still missed him.

He felt that whoever was up there dropped something. Mummy saw that strange thing fall and took it, only his hand in the soft light while he retrieve it slowly.

This could only mean one thing.

Invaders. Humans. Danger. He had to prepare himself for the massacre. After all…how could this group of puny mortals be different from the ones who went to Paititi before them?

The battle was at his favor…right?

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Oh… that’s why.

Overconfidence: the Inca’s worst enemy.

It wasn’t the chankas, or the spaniards or the so called “progress” that the conquistadors talked about when trying to justify the destruction of his culture.

It was just… overconfidence. Quite simple.

But for the love of Viracocha how it HURTS.

Curiosity wasn’t the only thing he had in common with his fallen brother after all.

Oh, Atahualpa…what have I done?

This could not end like this.

He could NOT end like this.

There has to be something he can do to fix his mistake…

“Not so fast!” A voice of another person echoed in the place.

Mummy didn’t know who he was. He was sure it wasn’t another mummy. He knew the voices of all his subjects very well. He had 500 years of experience.

Who was he? And what are his intentions?

“Get lost Tad Stones!” The human who threw him said in an annoyed tone.

So they are enemies. Great, he could get help from this “Tad”. All he had to do what set his pride aside and ask for…

“Help! HE-HE-HELP!”

He was so surprised the stranger actually came to him and asked:

“Are you alright sir?”

Well, of course he wasn’t. He was hanging for his inmortal life! He had a very exhausting patrol routine that is meant to continue forever. He and his people suffered a lot at the hands of the spaniards and his allies.

But the simple fact that one stranger asked him if he was alright set that all aside.

Maybe things weren’t so lost after all…

Suddenly a long bang! was heard and he knew that the bad stranger has took control over the golem, having learned rather fast how to control it thanks to him.

Talk about irony. Gime me a break!

“Too bad he’s already DEAD!” said the dark haired individual.

But Mummy wasn’t paying attention to him. All he saw was this Tad guy who was rescuing him from a long fall. He was very different from the first stranger in every aspect. He wouldn’t have guessed this is the man who wants to stop the bad guy, as he screamed like a girl the first time he saw the monster.

But hey, he also screamed and ran away. Who was he to judge?

He saw the confused man who was helping him with a newfound admiration. Something he didn’t felt for a long time. He hasn’t be this happy since he became a mummy.

No, since the Spanish arrived.

No… since Atahualpa smiled at him warmly.

That was it. He made him feel he mattered, that he was someone.

That he was loved.

After this Tad spoke about an object that he was wearing, all Mummy had to say was something he didn’t think it was possible for him to say again in such an optimsitic and happy tone.

“Thank you”

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Author’s notes:

I know Mummy didn’t say something in that moment in the english dub, which is a pity because he said that in both the latinoamerica and spanish version and was very heartwarming.

This idea was born when I read the ramble of @tammyhybrid21 of why Mummy had an idiot moment when dealing with Max, and one of the videogames confirmed that the reason was that Mummy became too confident in the situation. Initialy it was just going to be a long reply to her post but BOOM BABY this fic was born.

If you want to know how Mummy looked when he was alive, you can go to @shields-and-depthgauges-oh-my there’s a really good interpretation of how he looked as a human

The spanish parts are many that’s why I recommend using a translator. But here are the meanings of the quechua words:

Inti: Sun god, very important god in the incan pantheon.

Viracocha: The creator of everything, father of Inti.

Sapa Inca: Great Ruler. Used for describing the rulers of the Tahuantinsuyo.

Auqui: The official heir to the throne. Usually a first born son of the Sapa Inca.

Tahuantinsuyo: The four suyos. A suyo was a division of the land that was conquered by the Sapa Inca. It is NOT an empire but I didn’t know how to call the place since the accurate word is to long.

Chasqui: A messenger. Used to ran kilometers to deliver news of the four suyos.

Mana: No

Wayqe: Brother (from a man to another man)

Chanka: Another group coming from the Andes who were the Inca’s most recurring enemies. Many of them allied with the spaniards to take down the Inca Empire and be free of them. It backfired in the most epic fail way.

Real life people used in this story:

Huayna Capac: The last official Sapa Inca before the civil war began. Father of Huascar, Atahualpa, Ninan Cuyuchi and more than one hundred sons and daughters had with his many concubines. He loved to be in Quito (actual Ecuador) so he made it a part of his “empire”. That’s the place where Atahualpa ruled. It is believed he and Ninan died for a european disease that spread from the north.

Ninan Cuyuchi: Not so much is know about this auqui except for the fact that, had he been alive, the events of the spanish conquista would have been VERY different.

Huascar: A son of the Inca who was Atahualpa’s half brother. He tried to became the Sapa Inca as he ruled Cusco, the capital of the Tahuantinsuyo. It isn’t very clear if he was murdered after Atahualpa was captured of before that. Anyway, his death was one of the many things that were used against Atahualpa (fraticide) in a kangaroo court composed by an all spaniard group of people.

Atahualpa: Even if he doesn’t appear in this story, his presence and decisions are what sets Mummy’s and the other Incas’ destiny. He was too overconfident and curious about the spaniards that he ignored his most trusted generals’ pleas to attack them in Cajamarca. He regreted his decision later.

Francisco Pizarro: El hombre. The man. The “Great Conquistador of Peru” as he was called years ago. An old explorer cousin of Hernán Cortés who was more of an invader. He wasn’t evil, he just had daddy issues. Issues that he tried to compensate wiping out a civilization and declaring himself the owner of the new “discovered” land. Wrong move, buddy.

Felipillo: A native of the new world who learned to speak spanish and began to hang out with the conquidtadors as his official translator. The thing was… most of the things that were told to the spaniards were made up by him in an attempt to drag Atahualpa and his followers deep down. So yeah, he a traitor.

Thank you so much for reading this story. And remember, seach for the true history of your country. You might get surprised :)