Ah, the Isle of the Lost. Home to many villains, evil sidekicks and their children. The 'worst' villain of them all was Maleficent. Early in the morning, she went up to the balcony of the Bargain Castle, and shouted at the people below. While she was doing this, her six-year old daughter tiptoed across the living room and out the door. When she was outside in the gloomy island, she sneakily walked to an apple stand, and with one swift motion, she stole an apple and ran away. She bit into the rotten fruit and smiled mischievously. Her eyes then caught a glimpse of none other than Harriet Hook and her gang of puny pirates.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A wannabe pirate and her little friends playing dress-up," she insulted.
"U-u-u-um, w-w-we are r-real p-p-p-pirates," little Sammy Smee said, stuttering.
"U-u-u-um, I d-don't care," Mal mocked. "Now empty your pockets."
"Go away, Mal. Your mommy may be the 'Queen' on the Isle, but you can't push us around," Harriet stated.
"Oh, can't I? Then why is your gang of puny pirates emptying their pockets as we speak?" Mal asked smugly.
Harriet looked behind her and saw her crew pulling out whatever they had on them.
"Idiots! Put those jewels back in your pockets!" Harriet ordered.
They immediately did as they were told. Harriet turned back to Mal, who was smirking.
"I bet you're just enjoying this, aren't you? Bullying us to cover up the fact that...you're lonely?" Harriet asked, noticing Mal's angry expression.
"No," little Mal growled.
"You're so alone, you talk to a wall. No one really wants to hang out with you because of your temper. And you all remember when she wasn't invited to Evie's birthday last month, don't you?" She asked her little pirate friends. "This little witch got the poor girl and her mother banished."
Mal snapped. She pushed Harriet to the ground, and all of her minions scattered away like cockroaches.
"How dare you speak to your future ruler like that?! If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut," Mal growled.
Harriet Hook got up and dashed away as fast as possible, her eyes full of fear. Mal laughed and turned walked away, proud of herself. But that feeling dissolved when she felt something she was unfamiliar with. It made her feel bad inside. And not in a 'good' kind of bad. It was more like guilt? Mal brushed that feeling off when she heard her mother calling her.
xXx
A little six-year old Evie dashed into her room to grab her doll Jocelyn and ran back into the living room where the TV was. A month or so ago, Evie and her mom were banished by Maleficent after her daughter, Mal wasn't invited to her sixth birthday party. Now they were living in a castle far away from the population of villains. It wasn't all that bad, though. Little Evie was being home-schooled by her mom, and there were vultures who went to get things for them since they couldn't step foot in the marketplace or anywhere else.
Evie sat down in front of the TV with her doll and a couple rotten fruit. She turned on the TV and watched the Auradon News Network. But she didn't watch it for the news. She liked when they showed the Prince of the Week. Her mother would always tell her one day, she would grow up and marry a prince.
"And now, it's time for the Prince of the Week," Snow White said through the TV screen.
"Evie? It's time to practice your makeup," The Evil Queen said, walking into the room.
She looked at the screen and saw what her daughter was watching.
"Can we do that later, mommy? They're about to announce the prince of the week," Evie said. "Last time, it was Prince Naveen."
"Ugh, he's broke," The Evil Queen retorted.
"This week, we have a special little cutie. He's the son of our beloved King Beast. Prince Ben!" Snow White announced.
Evie giggled dreamily as a picture of little Ben appeared on the screen. The Evil Queen turned off the TV, much to her daughter's disliking.
"Dear, how could you expect a prince like him to fall in love with you if you aren't looking your best?" she asked.
Evie looked down sadly, clutching her doll close. The Evil Queen bent down and pat her head gently.
"You can watch TV later. Right now, you must practice your beauty skills if you want to grow up beautiful one day," she said.
"I'm going to be beautiful when I grow up?" Evie asked, a smile growing on her face.
"You will if you learn how to apply your mascara correctly," The Evil Queen answered.
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Next door to the castle, was Hell Hall, home to Cruella De Vil. Inside, deep within her fur closet, there was a small laundry room. Also known as Carlos' bedroom. The little boy sat on the floor, playing with a toy he created. He was a smart little genius, but no one really noticed. Especially his mom. Speaking of which...
"CARLOS!" he heard his mother shout.
Little four-year old Carlos got up and ran out the door to his mom. When, he reached the living room, Cruella was sitting down on an old ripped up couch.
"Carlos, wash mommy's clothes. I feel tired," she said.
"I d-d-don't want t-t-t-to," Carlos stuttered.
"What did you just say?" Cruella asked.
"C-can't um, H-h-Horace and um, J-Jasper do it?" little Carlos asked timidly.
Cruella's face darkened. "Come sit," she ordered.
Carlos did as he was told and sat on the couch. He didn't know what was going to happen. The poor little boy trembled in fear as his mother looked at him.
"Have you ever heard of dogs?" Cruella asked.
"Dogs?" Carlos asked.
"Yes, dogs. Vicious creatures, they are," Cruella stated.
"V-v-v-vicious?" Carlos asked.
"They're killers. They hunt in packs. They ruined my plan of making a new fur coat. Those snarling dogs are evil. And do you know what they do to little boys who don't behave?" Cruella asked.
Little Carlos shook his head.
"They eat them!" Cruella exclaimed.
Carlos gasped.
"Now, what are you going to do now?" Cruella asked, already knowing the answer.
"W-w-wash your c-c-clothes," Carlos answered timidly.
"Good boy," Cruella said.
Little Carlos quickly got off the couch and ran away to do what he was told in order to keep the dogs from eating him.
xXx
"Squawk! Jay's eating your cake!" Iago alerted.
"Shut up, bird," a six-year old Jay growled.
"Jay! I need you to stock up my store again!" Jafar shouted, holding a slightly bent fork.
"But I'm hungry! Iago ate my lunch!" Jay complained.
"Then go outside and get something to eat while you pickpocket!" Jafar shouted.
"Can I at least bring Mal along? She can steal, too," Jay asked.
"No! Your little girlfriend will only cause trouble!" Jafar stated.
"Dad, she's not my girlfriend...," little Jay corrected.
As he and his father talked (or more accurately, argued), Iago flew to the counter and gobbled up the cake Jafar was going to eat.
"I don't care! Remember, there's no team in I," Jafar quoted.
"Fine. I'll go by myself," Jay grumbled.
He walked out the door, annoyed by his father. After Jay went outside, Jafar turned around and saw Iago next to an empty plate.
"Iago!" Jafar yelled.
Jay wandered around the buildings and stands looking for things to steal, his hands in his pockets, trying to look casual. He walked around for a while, until he spotted something shiny hanging out from a man's pocket. Jay followed the man, keeping close watch on the shiny object. The man stopped to chat with another man, giving Jay the opportunity. He crept close, ducking so he couldn't be seen, then reached out to grab the shiny object. He was so close to it when...
"Hey!" The man shouted, frightening Jay.
The little boy quickly snatched the object and ran, with the two guys chasing him. As the chase went on, little Jay found himself actually enjoying it. The thrill of running around the buildings and dodging objects and people was exciting. Maybe he should do this more often.
Hope you guys enjoyed reading that. If not, no refunds. It will be engrained in your brain forever. Also, Harriet Hook is in the prequel book The Isle of the Lost in case any of you guys didn't know.
Announcement time:
I will no longer be taking requests because I will be ending Inseparable soon. Don't worry, I will still write the requests you guys requested before this announcement (does that make sense?) and then I will write a few of my own ideas and then this will be done. So, I have 9 planned one-shots before the end. 5 of them are requests and the other 4 are my own ideas. If any of you didn't notice, I update every Monday/Tuesday (depending what time zone you're in. For me, it's Tuesday) so the end is still pretty far away. That's all I have to say. Until next week!
