Summary: The Isle of the lost, the land of the forgotten, and damned. A place for villains and ''evil-doers' to live out their days in the bed they made. They claim the kids would be better off with their parents, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, or does it?

Rated M for mature themes, abuse, assault, and you know, villainry (ie. Murder, kidnapping, Frollo)

Disclaimer: I do not own any Disney properties, obviously

A/n: Wow another story, and a Disney one? My how far I've fallen. But for real, Disney Descendents is an interesting concept, and sure they couldn't go in depth much since it is a kids movie, therefore I decided to put my own twist to it! Yes, this will have several OCs, and the general format is the same as my other ones, ie an oc with prior knowledge, la da da. This is a combo of movies/the game and instead of Ginny Gothel, it's my OC.

(Honestly, no one will read this story but hey, that's fine)

"Bloody bloody Mary tell you what you just say.
You been talkin' reckless, you don't want a problem,
Murda murda murda there's no running away,
They won't hear you scream"

-Bermuda By Sickick

She found herself alone, as usual, walking down the crooked filthy streets of the Isle. Everything here was rotten.

The people.

The food.

The houses too and perhaps the only places that were relatively clean were Maleficent's and Grimhilde house, and even then it wasn't that clean.

The streets were packed, but that was to be expected on a Monday, shipments of the leftovers and throwaways of the Auradons were arriving within the hour and already many were out waiting to take all they could.

In the beginning, she had turned her nose up to such things, yet within a few months, she too had given in and on several occasions will be seen waiting around to nab and run. But today was not going to be one of those times, no today was a special day and she had places to be. That is if everyone was willing to leave her alone, for once.

Unfortunately for her, someone just had to interrupt her day.

"Oi, Dame!"

She glared at the person who spoke, rolling her eyes in annoyance, ignoring the person as she continued walking. There were many things she disliked about the Isle, from the stench to the food, or lack thereof, to the people but most of all her name.

Her mother, the one and only Gothel gifted that name to her. It was ridiculous, Dame, her mother's title, though she did count herself lucky. She could've been far worse off. She may have ended up like Mal or the many Gaston jr's, even Jay's name was bad. It may have also been the reason why Evie and she got along.

Evie for Evil

Dame for, well, Dame Gothel

Villains really needed help when naming things she noted. At least Cruella and Anastasia had a unique name for their kids, though she did hear that Carlos would've been called Crueler. She shivered at the thought, that really would've been the worst name.

"Hey Dame where are you going?"

She huffed impatiently and annoyed, "I'm on my way to Evie's little party, you know where you should be heading to Zevon," she answered to the dark blue highlighted hair boy who had taken up walking beside her.

The boy only grinned, "I was on my way for your information I was just- Wait come back!" Zevon called out to her as she began to weave through the crowds of people, quickly losing the boy.

Was it mean and rude of her? Perhaps, in a past life, she would've agreed but this was the Isle, there was no such thing as playing nice. It was a means of survival and the only way to get by was to be cruel and ruthless. That's how everyone was taught to be, the villains mostly remaking their kids into their image though some did ignore and treat them as servants.

In some morbid sense, Dame was lucky with who she had for a parent. True Gothel was nowhere near perfect, and in fact, a manipulate cold-hearted person, but at least for her first few years of life treated her well, or as well as a baby could be treated on the Isle. Dame was fed, clothed, and taught a few things on survival.

She learned to take what you can, never say please or thank you if someone is struggling let them, never ask for help or beg, feelings mean nothing here so never cry, a pretty face could get a lot. Bat an eyelash, smile, and smirk, whisper sweet nothings and lies may get you food, and as Gothel told her, "opening your legs will feed you for a month".

Mother dearest was never one with positive advice.

Walking by some of the houses and pits of sewage waste strewn about, Dame would, at times remember pieces of things. Like at that very moment, walking past Dr. Facillers shop house duo, his daughter Freddie, seemingly on her way with her dad to Evie's party. A song began to loop in her mind, images of flashing green, golds, blues, and browns swirled around as moving pictures of who she could only assume were of Princess Tiana and her now husband, Naveen fill her mind.

'Get everything you want, lose what you had
Down here in New Orleans'

'There ain't nothin' gonna stop me now 'Cause I'ma almost there'

'I hope you're satisfied
But if you ain't, don't blame me!
You can blame my friends on the other side'

Dame shook her head as the flashes and music disappeared from her mind as she continued down the road storing the information she had just witnessed in the back of her mind.

Sometimes, though rare but getting more common as each day passed, Dame would find herself being flashed with information and details of things that she had never experienced, at least that she knew of. Things like movies and games, actual books and decent looking food (and food that she didn't know was real such as kale and avocado, whatever those were) modes of transportation called airplanes and a place that didn't have magic yet was far better than the Isle. She didn't know when the visions and glimpses of a different life first occurred but somehow she had just gotten used to it. It wasn't like she could tell anyone about it.

Dame wasn't sure if it was magic or some other rare ability she was gifted with. And seeing how magic and any such 'gifts' were deemed illegal and banned by the Auradonians, she wouldn't dare bring attention to her. At least attention like that.

She had a theory that involved the magic flower her mother had once used as if it were drugs, though she dare not say a word to her on the matter, Gothel was still bitter and envious, it would only add fuel to the fire. Not to mention she had very little idea on who her other biological parent was, but it wasn't like there wasn't a bunch of various possibilities.

Luckily for her, Dame rarely saw the woman who called herself her 'mother'. She herself, either keeping to her attic bedroom or out wandering about while Gothel tended to manipulate the more naive residents on the Isle to do her bidding while she tried to remain beautiful. Some days, Dame would return to their decrepit house (amusingly being a tower, most likely some form of poetic justice) and find Gothel strewed in front of the large dirtied vanity they possessed applying copious of aging cremes and hair dyes (the majority expired or mislabeled).

It wasn't like Gothel was ugly. In fact he relatively remained the same as she had when she had the showdown with Rapunzel and Eugene (at least from Dame's vague visions of the events somehow projected on something called a tv), with a few exceptions of a couple grey strands here and there and perhaps one slightly formed brow wrinkle, the former of which Gothel would yank out to preserve her looks. But she certainly was not the most attractive women on the Isle, Grimhilde took the title of 'fairest' to the point where her skin was paper white, and Ursula had fallen through the cracks in terms of looks, none of them were they praised beauty of the Isle, that title fell on the Queen Narissa.

By the time she reached the party, mostly everyone who was anyone was already there. Her own mother, she saw, was seen by the trees laughing with Clayton and a few others having, of course, arrived far earlier than her, most likely helping Grimhilde with her appearance no doubt.

All around her, Dame could see the amusement and joy fly around her. Anastasia and Drizzella helping out with the food dispensing (the former displaying her baby bump underneath the hashed up dress she wore), Captain Hook amusing the children while Gaston lifted the blushing birthday girl up with ease, even Shere Khan sat idly in the trees with a content look on his face. At a glance, none of them looked like villains, it was almost like a snapshot of what life could've been. Of course, things didn't last long when Dame caught the purple hair of a certain girl glaring down at the scene with anger and disgust.

Almost like a flash, images sprang to life of what she could only assume was an older Mal locking Evie in Cruella's fur closet while she believes, was Jay kicking her too. In a second, Dame found herself back at the party dazed and confused, looking between the two girls before the realization hit her.

Sometimes the images were useful, showing her answers to tests, providing her knowledge on medicine and healing wounds, and others were useless pieces of junk. The image she had seen, the first of what she could only fathom as a 'future event' was certainly a grave thing, her mind whirring as she ran up to the blue haired girl as quickly as she could.

Although they weren't the closest, they would be what she would call 'close acquainted' seeing as how their mothers would throw them into a room to play (Evie trying to do Dame's makeup), Dame still didn't want the things she saw to happen. You weren't supposed to care for others on the Isle, you look out for yourself and sometimes your family depending on your parent, but that was it. Allyship meant very little anymore, but she didn't care much, blaming her actions on not thinking clearly as she pulled the confused Evie away and towards Maleficent's decrepit house.

"Where are we going, Dame? Is there something wrong with my face? Oh no! Is my makeup smudged? Nose shiny? If mom sees-"

Dame shook her head gripping tighter on her wrist hissing, "Did you forget to invite someone? You know, a certain child of the Mistress of Evil, the one who cursed a whole kingdom due to not being invited to a birthday party of a certain fair skin princess?" Trying her best to spell it out for her, watching as Evie's worried expression over her face changed into that of horror understanding the predicament she was in.

To say the look of that befell Evie's face was anything but fearful was an understatement as the blue-haired girl began running as fast as her legs could carry her, stopping directly under the balcony where Mal was sneering down from. "Mal! Aren't you coming to my party?"

Dame could only watch as the purple haired girl looked taken aback before glaring down upon her as they went back and forth. Somehow, Evie had managed to convince her that, no she totally didn't mean to forget to invite her, but that she assumed it was implied that she could attend after all the child of Maleficent was automatically invited to everything that happened on the Isle.

Once that had ended in relative peace, the three returned to the party as the crisis that Dame had seen a glimpse of disappeared from her mind, now being replaced by yet a new one.

She may be a child, even with a dump of knowledge, but it would take an idiot (which wasn't as hard to come by as it seemed) to not see that no matter how well off everyone appeared to, the laughter, the joyous celebration, and the almost unevil like atmosphere, it wouldn't last long. The Isle was not a place for good things or love, no this before her was a mere visage of false security.

Welcome to the land of the lost

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Notes:

*Songs from the Princess and the Frog

*Freddie - Dr. Faciliers daughter (from the game)

*Zevon- Son of Yzma (from the game)

*Queen Narissa is from Enchanted

*Descriptions of the party comes from the book series opening

*Crisis adverted, aka Evie sent into exile (and then bullied by Mal) for not inviting her to her sixth bday party. I changed the outcome

Edited/Revised: 6/9/2019