Hiya, I've been updating a lot lately, I know, I'm just really having fun writing this! I'm a bit concerned about keeping the villains in-character, so feel free to flame me about it if need be.
Oh, to petitprincess – I'm trying to make Ms. Bernnet neither evil or good, just cold and strict.
When Ms. Bernnet woke up the next morning, she was not in the best of moods. Her body was sore from sleeping in such an awkward position, her clothes were wrinkled, and worst of all, she had slept in when today of all days she had to pay her rent!
Once that final fact had dawned on her, she grabbed her handbag and was out her door. Her landlord had a specific time that all residents had to pay their rent by – not because he was a busy man. He was just an asshole. Ms. Bernnet was well within her right to panic.
Not sparing a second thought to her crumpled outfit, she practically flew down the stairs to where the landlord's apartment was and knocked loudly.
The man that answered the door was a rather comical sight to behold. Every time Ms. Bernnet saw him he would be puffing on a cheap cigar and wearing white tank over his bear belly with numerous unidentifiable stains.
As her mind had played over the events of last night, it suddenly struck her how much a good Disney villain he would be. Of course, he would be the only one who would be able to scare her with threats of kicking her out. Not that she lived her 'home', but where else would she find someplace so cheap and close to her work?
"Are you just going to stand there all day or not? Cause I got things to do!" he snapped, cigar still balanced in his mouth. Ms. Bernnet jumped, having been shaken from her revere.
"M-my apologies sir! I've brought you my rent for the month." She fished around in her bag before pulling out an envelope. He grunted, snatched the envelope out of her hands, and slammed the door in her face.
Ms. Bernnet heaved a sigh of relief. Now she could prepare for the coming week's work in peace.
Monday had rolled round rather quickly for everyone. Ms. Bernnet was lost in a haze of managing tutoring times and session plans. What's more, her brother had called her the night before and said that he was going to drop by – whether she liked it or not. And the best part? He wouldn't tell her when, so as to 'surprise' her when he knocked on her door.
As for Mickey, he was overjoyed at being able to open the House of Mouse again. In his opinion, it was the best job ever – he loved it! Plus there probably wouldn't be a lot of villains that night, seeing as every year they tended to leave the House of Mouse alone for a short while after running it. All's the better, if asked Mickey.
An hour before opening saw Mickey trying to decide what cartoons to play as the rest of his employees trickled in and start their jobs. Among those employees was the one and only Daisy Duck.
Like Mickey, Daisy loved her job – the only downside was having to deal with the villains in the club. Naturally, she put them the back of the club – where it was darker and away from the heroes. So of course she hated it when every year, they took control of the club and therefore, her job. Daisy shivered as she recalled how Hook had handled being the receptionist merely two days ago.
Shaking her head of the memories, she tried to focus on making sure everything was set up for tonight's work. List of reserved tables? Check. Chart for keeping track of who sat were during the night? Check. Phone with list of emergency contacts beside it? Check. Then something caught Daisy's eye.
'What's this?' she thought. Next to the phone was a small piece of torn paper with an scribbled address on it. Underneath was what looked like a list of meals that Daisy knew they served.
"I wonder who this belongs to," she pondered out loud. The handwriting wasn't hers; that she could tell. But who else would be taking calls from behind the desk, unless…..
Suddenly, Daisy didn't feel so good.
"Hey Mickey? MICKEY!"
Mickey could hear his name being shouted from across the building. It sounded like a panicked Daisy. Concerned as to what send the female into such a frenzy, Mickey rushed out to what was wrong.
"I'm here I'm here! What's going on?"
Minnie and Donald had been caught up to Daisy first and were listening as she rattled on and on about something Mickey couldn't pick.
"Uh-oh," Minnie frowned.
"Uh-oh? What's 'uh-oh'?"
Minnie turned to tell Mickey, but Daisy beat her to it.
"THIS! I found this on my desk! Someone must have called on Friday and order a delivery from Hook because they gave him their address!"
Mickey gulped. This was really bad! There was no telling what they could've done to some poor, unsuspecting civilian! But then again, there was one thing Mickey could console himself with.
"I… I'll go see if this person's alright after the show, but I wouldn't worry too much. If this an address for someone from the real world, then Grimhilde and Maleficent wouldn't have let them do anything to
big."
The three didn't look convinced, but with the club about to open, there wasn't much they could do.
Ms. Bernnet had been home for a total of six minutes when a light knocking on her door alerted her of a visitor.
"Chris," she groaned. When he said he would surprise her, she hadn't thought it would be so soon.
Opening the door, she was met with a shock. Standing in her doorway was not Chris, but tall, cloaked figure.
"Ms. Bernnet, a pleasure to meet you again. You do recall our meeting, correct?"
Ms. Bernnet nodded and moved to allow the green fairy into her home.
"Of course. Your name is Maleficent, if I recall correctly. Please, come in. Would you like some tea?"
Maleficent had to bend a little to fit in the doorway, but once in, she gave the small apartment a disapproving look.
"If it would be no trouble. My purpose here however, is to discuss some facts with you mightn't be aware of. Regarding my …fellow villains and their visit the previous Friday."
Ms. Bernnet kept the look of confusion off her face as she motioned for older character to welcome herself to a seat. She chose to stand.
Ms. Bernnet continued the conversation from the kitchen. "I see. I hope this has nothing to do with my insulting the man with the turban. I'm afraid didn't catch his name," she called.
Maleficent gave the subtlest smile at the shorter woman's description of Jafar. She could tell she was trying to be polite.
"Not at all, though it take some persuasion to stop him from seeking vengeance. He has never been one to well to insults. No, I felt the need to tell you of a little rule that we toons have in our world. Something that could be of great importance to you."
Ms. Bernnet raised an eyebrow as she passed the fairy her tea. A rule for Disney characters? What on earth it be, and more importantly, why should it concern her? She nothing like the happy, brightly-coloured characters she had seen, nor the scheming villains that deliberately looked for trouble to cause.
"I see. Carry on."
Maleficent sipped her tea before doing so.
"Well," she started. "As you are aware, there are two kinds of 'worlds' as it is. Your world – the 'real' world – and my world, the world of Disney. Because of the stark differences between our worlds, there are certain regulations put in place so as not to disturb the natural order of things for the inhabitants of either worlds. One of these regulations, as it is, is not to involve ourselves directly in the lives of 'real' people."
Ms. Bernnet nodded slowly, showing she understood everything said so far.
"I think I understand. In other words, what your acquaintance did earlier this week is – in a way – forbidden?"
"Quite, but there is more. Should the case arise that someone from your world starts to regularly show themselves in your world, after a given time they are consider to be a part of our world, to a certain degree."
Ms. Bernnet's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly righted herself.
"I- I see. So I must stop both interacting with those in your world, and going to the House of Mouse to avoid any complications?"
"Precisely."
"Well then, I am perfectly willing to comply. I had no intention of returning to the establishment in any case, though I appreciate your efforts in taking the time to inform me of such."
"It is quite al-"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Both women jumped and spun to face a rather out of breath Mickey Mouse.
"You…" he panted, jabbing a finger in Maleficent's direction. "You…leave…. her…alone!" With that, he fell back into a sitting position, still trying to catch his breath.
Ms. Bernnet and Maleficent exchanged startled glances.
"At what point do you think I'll stop having unexpected visitors?" she asked the fairy.
"At this rate, never. You have my sympathy."
Both turned to face the giant mouse still sitting in Ms. Bernnet's hallway. His face was less red now, and his breathing had slowed.
"I….you….she…" a look of pure bafflement with written across his face. Maleficent took a small step towards him.
"Mr…ah, Mouse, I must inform that I was not here to be the cause of any distress to Ms. Bernnet here. I find her company twice as enjoyable as any of the buffoons at your club. I was simply informing her of the possible consequences should she continue returning to your restaurant."
Now Mickey was truly taken aback. His breathing had evened out now, so he had no problem talking normally.
"Oh! Ah, Okay then! But nothing else happened? I mean, daisy saw your address from Friday and – and Hook–"
"I must be honest with you sir. Hook, among others, felt it necessary to break into my apartment in the early hours of the morning to try and intimidate me. However I can assure nothing came of it. As you can, my apartment is completely intact and I am unharmed."
Mickey surveyed the room for any damages. As Ms. Bernnet had said, nothing was broken (though he could still see plenty wrong with the place) and there were no visible scratches on her persons. Still, he didn't feel too confident.
"Well… I guess you're right. But here's my number in case they try anything! You can tell with villains after all!"
"Ah-hem."
"Yes, Maleficent, I was talking about you too," Mickey glared at her. He pulled a conveniently placed business card from his pocket. Ms. Bernnet briefly wondered if always carried spares with him, or if was another one of those toon things.
Either way, she had no intention of finding out.
Okay, I know! Not the best chapter, but I'm trying to make it so that each chapter tells you a little bit about Ms. Bernnet 's character.
I know I put this under the category of 'Romance' as well as humor, but I'm not entirely sure who I want to pair her up with yet, so I'm open to suggestions.
Next chapter….a visit from Ms. Bernnet's brother! See if you can guess what he's like!
