Nothing could ever compare to the sound of Evie's deafening scream.
Mal had been in her bathroom, casually chopping all her hair off when Evie had come in, looking for a hairbrush. However, as soon as she spotted the locks of purple hair on the floor, she immediately began screaming.
"Evie! Calm down!" Mal shouted as Carlos and Jay rushed to the bathroom, "We talked about this!"
"You said a trim, not chopping your hair off!" Evie shrieked, "Jay has long hair, why didn't you just keep yours long?!"
"Because those two guards have already seen me, they'll notice something's up," Mal explained as she cut another strand of hair off, "By the way, have any of you seen my mother?"
"She's drinking tea with the rest of our parents," Jay explained, "You should probably talk to her.
Mal sighed, putting the blunt scissors down on the sink once she was satisfied with her new hair, "Alright, let's do this."
"Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."
Maleficent sat at her makeshift throne content, excitement buzzing through her, "Who would've thought you'd come up with this huh?"
"Excuse me?" Mal asked, but was quickly waved off as Maleficent walked to the middle of the room to the table with the other villains.
"Villains, our time has come," Maleficent began, "My daughter has come up with the perfect evil scheme to steal fairy godmothers wand."
"Wand?" Mal asked in confusion.
"And no one will ever know who did it," Maleficent finished with a smirk.
And so, Maleficent helped her daughter with her homework for the first time, telling her exactly what to write and how to write it, then sending one of her minions off to deliver it. Meanwhile, the other villains and their kids had returned home to pack for the big day.
Maleficent shut the castle door behind the minion, turning around swiftly to face her soon-to-be-son.
"Now darling," she began, "Its going to take a lot more than a simple haircut to make you look credible. Follow me."
Maleficent lead her daughter up the stone spiral staircase, the stones under their feet cracked and ancient. The whole castle was a ruin, only the left wing still standing whole. Maleficent opened the trap door to the attic, climbing through into the room. It would've been dark if there hadn't been a huge hole in the ceiling, sunlight streaming through and illuminating the multiple boxes and crates around the room.
"This is where I keep your fathers stuff," Maleficent explained, opening the closest crate with a huff, "Should've burnt it really, but I'm glad I kept what I did."
Mal peered into the crate curiously. Maleficent never spoke about her father, or anyone else in the family for that matter. According to her, they were all 'dirty traitors', so Mal knew better than to question the matter further. However, when Maleficent pulled out a dark purple jacket from the crate, she felt her curiosity spark again.
"A few strips of duct tape here and there and it'll be good as new," Maleficent announced, draping the jacket over her arm before shutting the crate with a loud bang. However, Mal couldn't agree less. She didn't want to change anything about the jacket, because it was a part of her dad, and probably the only way she'd be able to connect with him.
For the rest of the night, Mal prepared for what was to come in the morning. She'd finished all the paperwork for her class, had perfected the finishing touches to her hair and had organised the outfit she was going to wear (Evie should be proud of her for that).
If she was going to do this, she was going to do this right.
As the sun began to rise, Mal began dressing herself with a pair of Jay's old black leather jeans, adorned with a hefty amount of silver duct tape, and a black ripped top. She'd expertly bandaged her chest and slipped the purple jacket on, relishing in its warmth. However, before she could get sentimental over an item of clothing, a gentle knock was heard on the door. Before Mal could yell at whoever it was to leave, Evie burst through the door, already perfectly dressed with a layer of immaculate makeup on her face.
"I couldn't sleep," Evie explained, shutting the door behind her and dumping all her bags on the table, "So I decided to come by and give you a hand."
Evie then decided to spend a good hour working on Mal's face, using different powders in different shades to create the illusion of a different bone structure on Mal's face, somewhat resembling Jay's. She finished the whole illusion off by making Mal's eyebrows thicker and instructing her to tie a black bandana under her bangs, clapping happily once Mal was done.
"This is totally going to work," Evie commented as the front door opened once again, but this time it was Jay and Carlos walking into the room.
Jay whistled in appreciation, Carlos gaping at Mal's appearance. The bandana completed the look, paired with the signature Isle of The Lost winning smirk.
"Good job ladies," Jay complimented, "But one question; what are we meant to call you?"
"Mo," Mal answered immediately, "It's simple and still has somewhat of a resemblance to my name."
"Mo it is," Jay agreed.
Mal nearly fainted when she saw the limousine pull up outside her house.
She knew she looked convincing, however a part of her brain constantly doubted herself. She'd even gone as far as to make fake sideburns with the hair she'd cut off her head, so she knew she'd covered all her bases. However, she couldn't stop the pit at the bottom of her stomach that bubbled with anxiety over the idea of being caught.
Her mother had sent a minion to promptly deliver her project to Lady Tremaine, and her bags were already out of the door waiting to be put in the boot of the limo. The only thing left to do now was to say goodbye to her mother and climb into the car.
"I put my spell book in your bag," Maleficent whispered as she very awkwardly hugged her daughter, "Make me proud. The future of the new world is in your hands."
"I will mother," Mal gulped as she stepped back, "I promise."
Evie was the first in the car, happily dumping her luggage in the trunk before skipping into the limo. Mal went next, eyeing the guards warily before slipping inside to sit next to Evie. She let out a breath of relief when she realised that the guards didn't seem to suspect anything.
Carlos and Jay followed into the limo shortly after, closing the car door behind them. Soon enough, the limousine roared to life, and they began driving away from everything they'd ever known.
Mal really hoped that urinals didn't exist in Auradon.