Mirror Mirror on the Wall, who's the Baddest of them All?

The Isle of The Lost

"Off. With. Their. HEADS!"

There are many rules you must follow on the Isle of the Lost: Never speak to a Royal villain without bowing first, lock your doors and windows at night, sidekicks stay there. At the side, keep crocodiles away from Captain Hook and his daughter, and most importantly... Never. Ever. Ever spill anything on the Prince of Hearts' outfit. Especially if it's red on white. The Prince's name? Izuku.

In his hand, Izuku held a dagger with a red handle to match his hair and put it up to the neck of the offender who dared to spill red spray paint on his pristine white shirt. If his mother were to see such a horrid sight, she'd go ballistic.

"You guys heard him," the green-haired girl sneered as she pulled out a sword from the scabbard strapped to her back and held it up to the small fearful crowd whose acquaintance had the audacity to ruin her crew mate's outfit, possibly the cleanest one on the Isle. "Let's teach these land lovers a lesson about committing mutiny!"

"Wonderful idea, Tsu," Izuku commended as he slid his trusty dagger up and down the boy's neck, making him emit whimper out of fear.

To go with Tsuyu's pirate slang was her outfit, making her look like she could be the captain of her own ship. Her thigh-length maroon overcoat with black accents was belted at her hips, complemented her slender frame well, and matched the pirate hat with a skull and crossbones that sat atop her head. Under the overcoat is a black waistcoat with oddly-shaped gold buttons that looked liked fangs, a dingy white tunic ruffled at the bottom, and red leggings with black mid-calf boots.

One brave blonde boy tried to escape and book it in the other direction, but he wasn't as fast as the broad young man with gorgeous blue hair. It has been pristine and perfect all these years by his mother who cared little to none about his overall appearance as long as his hair was neat and tidy. The rest of him was covered with some traces of black spray paint on his dark red tunic with gold trim and rolled up sleeves which showed his muscles. His black jeans weren't in such great shape either, a little torn in some places but still wearable. The always-present black knee-length cloak, his belt-like sash that matched his tunic, brown leather boots, and fingerless gloves all remained intact.

"I don't think so, sundrop." Tenya's name for those on the isle with golden blonde hair. Something that sounded so sweet actually had a dark past behind it. "Such unruly hair," he tisked while tugging at the greasy split ends the boy possessed. From the holster attached to his thigh, he whipped out a pair of dagger-like scissors with small golden flowers skillfully painted on the blade. "But, I'm sure I can fix that right up."

And he would fix the boy's hair; give it the much-needed trim... Right after he cut it all off then take it to his mother so she could transform it into a wonderful wig to add to her collection.

The last young woman standing by Izuku's side rolled her eyes. "Tenya, your mom has enough wigs," she said, much to the blonde's boy relief. But all relief melted away when he saw the sinister look on her face. "Let's give her a mannequin head."

"Ochako, you just get me," Izuku smiled.

Where Tsuyu was more rugged and tomboyish in appearance, Ochako was much more elegant and stylish. Diamond jewelry and accessories were in her brown messy bob cut as barrettes, hanging from her choker necklace, and attached to her belt as a buckle. She wore a knee-length raspberry red skater dress, which didn't seem like the best outfit to wear when you're out terrorizing the daylights out of people, but she made it work somehow. And completing the outfit was a gorgeous thigh-length purple jacket with a fur-lined collar, cuffs, and hem, shredded mauve knee-socks, and pink heels.

Izuku circled around the infidel like a hungry shark with a crazed look in his eye, a trait he inherited from his mother. That, and her style which made him look like a playing card. He looked spotless as always, besides the tiny little stain on his white collared shirt with red heart-shaped buttons. The rest of his outfit consisted of ruby red boots, yellow and black pants with two inverted stripes on each leg held up by a belt with a heart-shaped buckle that had two white straps clipped on. His suit jacket is half red and half black with a heart-shaped pin on the golden collar. And the one accessory he was never seen without is his golden crown resting atop his curly red hair.