𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞...𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

villain parenting (descendants)

   The Core Four ran across the bridge toward home and realized something quite unpleasant. "We'll have to see our parents, again, aren't we?" Evie asked. "That's not exactly gonna be good," Carlos replied. Cruella treated him not as a son but rather as a servant. "And I'm petrified!" Dude said, barking. "Well, we're going to run into them sooner or later now that the barrier is broken," Mal told them. "It would be better to do it now since they might get mad later, and Hell Hall is right across from the bridge, so lead the way, Carlos!" Carlos and Dude made the journey to Hell Hall and stopped. In front of them was Hell Hall, all right. It looked the same as it did before Carlos had left. Before he entered, Carlos glanced back at his friends. "Can you guys stay here for moral support?" he requested. They all nodded. "We got your back, bro," Jay said and slapped Carlos on the back. Carlos smiled at his friends before entering Hell Hall to face the wrath of Cruella De Vil.

     Carlos walked into Hell Hall and looked around. Nothing had changed. The smell of Cruella's vapor wand still lingered in the air, causing Carlos to hold his nose. Carlos rounded a corner and saw the fur closet. He opened it, and the many fur coats and his shabby bedroom behind it were still there. Dude barked in fear. "It's okay, boy," he calmed down the rust-colored pooch. Carlos walked on and found his mother on her dog-fur throne. "Carlos?" Cruella cried. "Carlos!" She ran over and wrapped him in a squishy hug. Carlos was surprised. He'd expected fro his mother to tell him to clean her furs or scrape the bunions off of her feet. When Cruella pulled away, she put her feet up. "I'm so glad that you're here! Nobody's been scraping the bunions off of my feet for two years." Carlos sighed. This was exactly what he'd feared. But before he could say anything, Dude spoke up. "He's not your servant!" Dude barked at Cruella. She leaned closer to him. "This is the annoying dog from the video chat? And he can talk now?" Cruella laughed evilly. "You would make a great pair of earmuffs," she told the dog. Dude ran away in fear, and Carlos had to coax him back with a dog treat. Dude reluctantly jumped into his master's arms. "Now, now, nobody is becoming earmuffs or a servant," Carlos said. "Mom, I have adopted a pet, I'm playing Tourney now, Jane is my girlfriend, and I want to become a vet," Carlos said the last part a little fearfully. "That old bat's daughter? Please." Cruella snickered. "And I didn't know that you were the athletic type. Also, a vet? SERIOUSLY? You couldn't have chosen another profession!?!" Cruella screamed at her son. "Mom, I've made up my mind," Carlos explained. "Well, here's an idea: let's part ways and never see each other again," Cruella said to her son as she puffed out some more smoke from her long vapor wand. "Deal." Carlos and Dude went out of the door and met up with their friends.

     "So, what happened with your mother?" Mal asked. "She got extremely mad at me and we are never seeing each other again." Carlos narrated. "But why?" Evie asked. "It's for the best," Carlos said. They all seemed satisfied with that answer.

     Evie led the way to the shabby castle she once used to call home. She knew that her mother would likely not be happy if she told her that she was dating a dwarf's son. Or that she hadn't snatched up a prince. Before Evie left her destination, she squeezed her friends' hands, held her head high, and walked in.

     The old castle hadn't changed in two years. Cobwebs still hung in the corners, and almost every inch seemed to be filled with soot and dust. Evie shuddered when she got to the majestic painting of her mother. The painters were so skilled that it seemed like the Evil Queen would just jump out of the picture with her basket of poisoned apples. Evie walked on and found her mother in her Throne Room, applying lipstick. Evie cleared her throat to announce her arrival. "Ahem." "Oh, Evie!" Grimhilde rushed over to her daughter and fussed with her hair. "You need to apply more lipstick. Oh, and I forgot to ask: have you got yourself a prince yet?" Grimhilde peppered Evie with questions. "Well, he is a prince-" Evie started to say but was cut off rudely by her mother. "Splendid! When's the wedding?" "He's the prince...of my heart," Evie finished her sentence. "Well, who is it?" Grimhilde asked. "Cinderella's son? Aladdin's son? WHO?" "It's, uh, Dopey's son," Evie answered in a doubting manner. "WHAT?" Grimhilde was aghast. "You mean, as in the dwarf?" Evie nodded. "My word! You are breaking up with him immediately!" Grimhilde yelled so loud Evie thought that her mother could break all the windows. "I don't want to!" Evie argued. "Cinderella's son turned out to be a jerk. And I also have my own castle." Grimhilde sighed. Her daughter was as stubborn as she was at 18. "Fine, but how about let's never see each other again!" Evie decided this would be okay. "That's completely fine with me since you never loved me at all," she told her mother. "You cared more about beauty, and I don't need someone who just loves me for my looks," Evie ran to the door where her friends were waiting. Before they could even ask, Evie spilled the tea. "She got mad at me for dating a dwarf, and I told her off," Evie explained. "Well, the only person left is Jay, and my mom is a lizard, my dad already knows, so Jafar's Junk Shop, here we come!" Mal yelled as she went over to the old shop. She'd been over there a few times, so she knew the path clearly. When they arrived, the door opened on its own. "This way! This way!" Iago squawked. Jay went in, and Jafar's eyes lit up. "Oh, Jay, my son, have you stolen anything good from those Auradonians?" "Um, I've stolen someone's heart?" Jay offered weakly. "And who would that be?" Jafar asked, though his smile drooped a little bit. "Mulan's daughter, Lonnie?" Jay asked his dad questioningly. "What else has happened?" Jafar asked warily. "Um, I've joined the sports teams," Jay said. "Great! Now let's see the loot," Jafar said, rubbing his hands together greedily. "I haven't stolen anything, and I think that it's wrong to steal," Jay told Jafar. "Oh really?" Jafar raised one eyebrow. Jay braced himself for a slap or cursing, but Jafar just shook his head. "What a disappointment, another villain kid who's turned his back on evil," he said. "Now, since you've decided to stop being evil, let's say that you and I will never want to cross paths or see each other again," Jafar decided. Jay nodded. It was far better than any punishment, and it was something he could live up to. "Well, bye," Jay told his dad, and he walked out of the shop. "Evil! Evil!" Iago squawked. Jay sighed at the annoying parrot and walked out of the door. "Now that the hard part's done, let's go celebrate!" Mal said, and her friends whooped. "Race you back to Auradon!"