Hello peeps. New chapter! This one introduces most of the main villains in this story. I tried to fit in as many as I could. Alright, anyway, new contest. The next next chapter will be incroducing a new OC, one of the desperate princes who wants a story. In order to get a story he needs a princess. SO take a guess at who the lucky winner is?

RULES OF THE NEW CONTEST!

Anyway, I want you all to think of the most annoying traits that one of the Disney Prince's could posses. Anything. So annoying it makes you want to punch the guy on the spot. Really really think about it! And while you're at it, think of a character description. Would this guy look like a Ken doll? Would he burst into song every two seconds. Would he break into her balcony window? YOU DECIDE!

Anyway...

Rainlily216: Thanks so much! Daw, I'm blushing! No worries, I've never given up on a story, and I'm not planning on doing it any time soon! Glad you like it!

BUBBLYbuttons2me: Your wish is granted! Dont worry, I did include her in this chapter, but I swear she'll actually be a pretty big part of the story.

animeloser: Yea, I had a writiers block moment. But this ones super long to make up for it!

DisneyPrincess: CORRECTAMUNDO! And I know! Luv that dog, I kinda wish he were real! Anywho, yes this is your story. Lot's of screaming is coming. But this is the kinda plot and the villains grouping all together! Hope you like it! Next chapter is their attack! If you wanna come up with their plan or at least parts of it then dont hesitate to!

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Drama sapphire: Kaa's first appearence is now here! DOnt worry, he's going to be a fairly large character in the story so this isnt his only appearance! Glad to see you're a story follower though! I love making peeps happy with my chapters!

YinYangSisters: Aaaaaw! Thank you ;) And yeah, her poor dog. Though honestly, horses dont drool that much (but a small horse is about the same size so...) LOl! Glad you liked the chapter!

AngelOfDarkness1959: You got 50% right! Keep guessing! Actually, it's Anastasia and Jafar. But Mal is in the same hallway! Glad you like the story!

Ratigan happily walked up the four flights of stairs to his apartment. He had succeeded, yet again, to skip one of the town meetings. He still didn't know how he managed to pull it off. But in the end he clamed it on his massive intellect. "Oh Ratigan," he crooned as he reached his floor. "you are such a genius."

He fished his keys out for his pocket and began going through them in his dainty gloved fingers.

"GIVE THAT BACK!"

His back arched as he almost leapt in shock. At the last minute he caught his keys from where he had thrown them in the air and stopped. A voice, one he had never heard before, had echoed down the long hallway. He looked behind him, then in front of him. No one.

So it must have come from one of the rooms.

He walked a few doors down and then spotted, next to Anastasia Tremaine's, an opening.

A few boxes lay just on the line between the apartment interior and the hallway. Packing peanuts lay scattered out of the open door as well as a few strands of tape that had been ripped off of cardboard.

Cautiously he walked forward. There had been talk about a new person moving in. But no word of who or when or any other crucial information. Just that someone was moving in.

"Bartleby, stop it! No! Sit! Ugh, you stupid stupid dog! Give that to me! NOW!"

Ratigan's eyebrow popped up as he finally reached the door.

Then he leapt back. A giant furry… thing… with what looked like a big marshmallow skidded past and into another room of the apartment. Immediately after, something blue and orange ran past, chasing the first flying thing and screaming it's head off, a few of these things were choice words that even he wouldn't have thought of saying.

He took a few steps into the apartment and looked around. It was similar to his, though his wasn't as bare. White walls and ceiling, hardwood floors, a tiny kitchen and a short hallway with two doors, one that led to a bathroom the other to the bedroom. A closet stood open next to him, already loaded with coats and shoes and leashes.

He continued further into the apartment and took a left to where he knew the sitting room would be.

"No! DON'T YOU DARE! BARTLEBY AYMAN I MEAN IT! DON'T DO IT. DON'T YOU-"

He stopped in his tracks. Who was this Bartleby character. And what had he done that was causing the woman's voice to raise in anger?

"No. No you didn't. Oh my lord you did! YOU JUST ATE MY PILLOW!"

That made sense.

Ratigan straitened out the part to his hair and gave the cuff of his sleeve a little pull. Then he slapped the most devious smile onto his face. Then he stepped forward into the arch that led to the sitting room.

Again, it looked about the same as his. Just unfurnished. A balcony on the left side and an opening in the back wall that acted as a counter or window for the kitchen.

What his apartment didn't have was a small woman wearing jeans and an orange hooded sweatshirt tapping her foot at a very large, very happy, drooling dog.

Ratigan cleared his throat. "Ahem, excuse me Madam."

The woman's food stopped tapping and she turned around slowly. When she saw Ratigan her eyes widened.

The reaction did nothing to the rat… erm… mouse. He was quite used to it. Instead he took the few beats of silence to observe the specimen in front of him. She was short. Maybe five foot. Dark short hair that brushed at her ears. Her eyes, a rich brown, were framed by incredibly long lashes. Her skin was a light olive tone that made her look like she had gotten a medium tan. Her face was void of makeup, but her full lips still held a certain amount of color. She wore an outfit that certainly wasn't fit for any princess and on top of that her feet, at a glance, were far to big. Her hands were slightly large as well, the nails bitten from stress.

Hmm… not the princess I expected but…

Ratigan shrugged, then bowed low. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Padraic Ratigan."

The woman's mouth opened and closed a few times, her eyes doing the same as she tried to make out exactly what she was seeing.

"I see you are stunned. Yes, many have that reaction. Anyway, where are my manners? You are?"

"R-r-rat. You're a- a g-g-giant RAT!"

Ratigans face turned bright red and his shoulders quivered. "My… dear. I. Am. Not. A. Rat."

The woman's nervousness faded enough for her to look skeptical. "No. I'm pretty sure you're a rat."

Ratigan narrowed his eyes. "My dear, I wouldn't upset me if I were you. You don't know what happens when people upset me."

"Try me."

"Are you sure you want that?"

She was silent for a moment. "Get out of my apartment."

"Oh dear… you're upsetting me."

"Mmmm… really. Well then, that is just a terrible shame. My deepest apologies. I feel so bad knowing that I have upset the giant rat that just waltzed into my apartment. Now, get out."

"My dear, I wouldn't do that."

"DO what? Ask you to leave or call you a rat."

"Both."

She rolled her eyes, now all fear gone from her face. "Why should I stop, both are legitimate statements."

"Big words for a princess."

Now it was her turn to seeth. "What did you just say to me?"

Ratigan smiled. "I said-"

"I know what you said. And may I just say that you are waaaay out of line."

"As are you. And I still don't believe how calmly your taking this. You do realize I'm a giant mouse, don't you."

"Rat. And I've already had my share of giant mice today. Used to it."

"Did they threaten you?"

"No."

"Well then, you're not used to it."

The woman glared. "Get out. Now. I don't want giant rat's in my apartment."

"I'm not a rat. But, I am your neighbor."

The woman stared at him.

"Just giving you a welcome to Hell kind of greeting." He said, in a s sugary a voice as he could.

He didn't really know what happened next. But somehow he was pushed rouchly out the door and left staggering in the hall, the woman doing nothing but slamming the door in his face.

He steadied his feet and fixed his shirt collar.

"Oh Ratigan, you haven't lost your touch." He smiled, then exited the woman's room, planning on making some calls. He had a feeling that with this particualr subject he was going to need backup.

Mickey Mouse leaned on the palm of his hand. His head was throbbing from all of the noise in the courthouse. Quickly, he scanned it over to look for any sort of possible trouble. To his relief everything was the same. The left side was occupied by only villains while the right by heroes.

He shook his head. Putting the two together never lead to good things. But once in a blue moon it had to be done.

"Order! Order!" He yelled, slamming the gavel down onto the desk.

There was some more shouting, then throat clearing, then shuffling and then silence.

"Good. Now, I know that you're all upset about this new girl coming into the land."

"I'm sorry? All? Don't you mean THE ONES WHO HAVE TO LIVE WITH HER?" A tall man with long black hair and a red coat shouted. He waved his left hand… hook… in the air. "Pardon me interruption, but you putting the lass with us does nothin' for the HEA's."

"HEA's?" A delicate voice questioned from the right side. All eyes turned to a gorgeous girl with pearl white skin and ruby lips sitting next to an equally attractive man who had his arm draped over her protectively. "What are… HEA's?

"Happily Ever After's" Hook explained through his teeth to the woman. "You included."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Not when we're involved." A large python hanging from one of the chandeliers hissed. "That might just make you target for a sssssnack."

The princess shrunk down into her prince's arms and didn't speak the rest of the time.

Mickey rubbed his head again. "Right, well. Before I tell you anything else, I'll just tell you about her. She's in her twenties, from the east of the U.S.A and she's an…" His brain went flat. He hadn't thought of another job that could hide her journalism. His brain searched for words, anything at all. But he couldn't think of anything outside of her already used field. So hesitantly he said, "She's an editor." That seemed to work by the number of uninterested faces in the room. "Right, well, onto more important matter's. What apartment is she in."

"Oh jeez do I hate those stupid meetings." An incredible tall man clothed in robes and a turban walked out of the large city hall building. In his hand he held a snake headed staff, red rubies blinking deviously for its eyes. On his shoulder sat an equally ruby red parrot, the edges of his feathers a bright cobalt blue. His expressive eyes framed by dark eyebrows wiggled and rose as his large, threatening beak moved at a fast rate. Not repeating, but talking. Though it was more like complaining than talking.

"Calm yourself Iago." The tall Arabian man spoke, his voice smooth and deep.

"Oh! Calm myself! Calm myself! Oh that's a laugh. We have to learn about some stupid girl whose coming to move near our stupid apartment and you're asking me to calm myself! Look at me! Look at me! I'm so stressed I'm actually molting!" The endless garble of words continued to flow as the bird promptly let every loose feather fall from his body.

"Jafar, can you please tell your pet to stop squawking. It really is giving some of us a headache." A woman, about the same height and size as Jafar walked out of the large, white building. She was covered in a flowing black and purple coat, which made her green skin, as some fasionista's would say, pop. In her hand she held a staff, and on top of the staff sat a bird. However unlike the bird Jafar toted, this one remained silent.

"Watch it lady, I'm no one's pet. I'm a free bir-mmph!" His talking stopped when Jafar clamped his beak shut.

"Silence, Iago. This beautiful woman wants only your blabbering to end. I think we could do her such an honor." Jafar gave her a seductive smile. "My deepest apologies, Mistress."

Maleficent looked on, amused. "Hm." Was all she said. Then turned away from him, walking slowly down the stairs.

"Oh, real smooth Captain Cool."

"I am not above stuffing you, bird."

"Oh sure, now I'm just the bird."

"And this is why I don't own pets." Another voice interrupted the pair. Jafar turned and scowled. "Hades."

"Jaffy, Babe! Buddy, how's it going."

"It isn't going if that's what you're implying."

"Oh yeah, heard all about it, babe. Tough luck getting the room next to the newbie." Hades' mouth twitched as he said it, barely suppressing the evil laugh that wanted so badly to be heard. "But hey," he swung his arm and gave Jafar a hard slap on the back. "at least your not alone, right?"

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you mean." Jafar rubbed his back. "We villains do have a tendency of doing things alone."

"Naw, I know that. But did you see that ginger's face when she found out she got the same luxury package as you? Hah! I swear I saw her face go as red as that hair of hers!"

"You mean the Tremaine girl. Yes, rather bad luck on our parts." Jafar smirked. "You are forgetting that you reside in the same hallway."

Hades scowled. "Don't remind me."

Jafar just chuckled. "Not so happy now Hades?"

Hades just rolled his eyes.

"You do know that most of us are in that hallway." Both the god and the vizier turned and faced a tall woman, skinnier than even Jafar. Her thin, sharp frame was outlined by a tightly fitting black dress. And even though it wasn't cold outside she was draped in a thick mink coat. On Jafar's shoulder Iago hunched his shoulders in an instinctive defensive state, ruffling his feathers to make his size increase.

"Calm yourself, Iago." But the man's words did nothing for the bird's aggressive behavior. "Cruella, I suppose your just as happy as the rest of us."

"Daaahhhling, you know I'm just grueling over it." She waved her hands around animatedly, green smoke trailing around the air. "But really, I like to think of it as a bit of a warm up, you know." She took a drag and blew out a green cloud. "There's one of her and… how many of us?"

"Never really bothered to count." Hades said with a shrug. He searched his robe for a cigar, then finally gave up and pulled it out of thin air instead. He lit it with his thumb, then added to the greed air with his own grey puff.

"Yes, well of course that really isn't fair is it. With so many of us against her."

"No. It's not." Jafar smiled. "It would be too fast, don't you agree."

"Slow and painful was always my theory." Chuckled Cruella.

"Took the words right out'a my mouth." Hades laughed with her and blew out more smoke.

"Oi. What 'bout me, huh?" an enraged cockney accent seethed. The owner of it was a spider like man in his forties, but already balding. He wore a tweed jacket and khaki pants. On his head he wore a cabbies cap.

"Oh, Jasper there you are." Cruella beckoned to her henchmen. "Where have you been?"

"Where've I been? Well, I jus' found out tha' I'm gon' be livin' near somun new when I already 'ave mah brotha ta deal with. No idea if she's 'ero or villain an'-"

"And you've got it just about as bad as the rest of us. So don't complain." Another smooth voice came into the conversation as two large cat's slinked towards them. The one who had talked, a large tiger with a baritone voice, sat besides Jasper. The one who had walked next to him sat on his haunches next to Jafar. Both were staring intently at the bird on the man's shoulder.

Iago began to growl. "I'm going to fly back now. Don't wait up." Then, after warily eyeing all his potential enemies warily, he took off, flapping in the air and then souring over the buildings and out of sight.

Jafar sighed. "Yes, I suppose we all did get some part of this, didn't we."

"Hey! What about me!" A woman, shorter then Cruella but still tall, walked up to the group. Her plain face was lit up in rage and her electric red curls bounced up and down furiously.

"Ah yes, what about you."

"Oh shut up Jafar." The woman's blue eyes lit up with more anger. "If she's a heroine do you know what it will do to my reputation? It'll be sunk! I was already ugly compared to all the princesses we have. Now what'll happen if one lives next to me."

"You might crack mirror's babe."

"Hades, that isn't helping!"

"Who ever said I was trying to be helpful, babe!"

Anastasia Tremaine glared at him and crossed her lanky arms over her chest. "I still can't believe it. Some people get all the luck. Looks, rick men-"

"Rooms on the floor above you." A slippery voice came from behind her. She spun around.

"Yes, Facilier. Like the room above."

The man just chuckled. He was tall, had chocolate brown skin and, like most of the men there, incredibly thin. His clothes hardly fit him. His pants were far to short and his vest was covering no skin of his chest. He took off the purple top hat and bowed low. "I blame these for my luck." He rose and fingered the charms on his neck.

"Luck? No such thing. Its all God's doing."

Facilier could be seen sucking his teeth as the ghostly white man carrying a bible came to stand next to him. "Frollo." The voodoo doctor hissed.

"Facilier." Came an equally hostile reply. "Still practicing witchcraft I see?"

"Firstly, it's voodoo. And to my own defense, at least I can get a woman."

Frollo's ivory fingers turned paper white as he clutched his bible. "I would do no such-"

"Oh lose the act, Frollo. We all know what you did." A muscular man bellowed. "And besides, it doesn't matter how many girls either of you get." The man stood between the two and flexed his arms. "No one picks up chicks like Gaston." He drew a mirror from his pocket, examining his teeth in it. "I'll have the dame swooning over me in a few hours. So everyone here can just back off."

"You can have her." Chorused every man in the circle. They looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

"Ah," Gaston smiled. "Not interested in the heroine's are we. Oh well, less to go around." He smiled into the mirror. "And more for me."

"Take her, please." Hades threw his finished cigar to the ground. "As for me, I'm going to grab a taxi and get back. Maybe I'll get there before the girl does."

"I'll do the same. Beside," Cruella hiked her jacket farther up her shoulders. "if she is there then this whole ordeal will be a lot of fun!"

"Don't you have work to get to or something?"

"Oh please, it's my own shop. I'll open it when I choose. Hail a cab then, I'll join you." She turned from Hades back to the large circle. "If anyone else wants to join please don't hesitate. And grab some more people while you're at it. Madame Madusa was just complaining to me about her boring life. Maybe this'll make her shut up. Ta ta!" And with that, she turned and head down the stairs.

The rest of the villains just stared at each other for a minute.

"I wouldn't mind a quick scare raid."

"My technique's been way off."

"I need practice."

"I agree, you do need practice. But a light run through never hurt."

The villains all nodded their heads at the decision that a practice round of a plot would help them.

And besides, even villains know it's only polite to make the new neighbors feel welcome.

And once again, another chapter is complete! R&R and try the contest! I need that OC soon!

Again, thanks to everyone for their input! And stay tuned for the next chapter coming soon!

~Galimatias