(Y/n) Jade Sparrow, daughter of the legendary pirate, Jack Sparrow. One day, out of the blue, she's forced by her friend Mal's mother, Maleficent, to go to Auradon along with Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos, and retrieve the wand of the Fairy Godmother...
On the other side of the water, inside of the secluded island, one of the run-down buildings is being vandalized by Mal, Maleficent's one and only offspring.
And then there was you, (Y/n), the daughter of Jack Sparrow, who was sitting behind her on a box of empty crates, boredly attempting to balance a knife on the tip of your finger.
"There," she says proudly, turning around to look at you, ""What'dya think?"
You raise your gaze, examining the artwork, a painting of her mother's silhouette, with the words "Long Live Evil" highlighting it.
"...I think it needs a little more black."
She gives you a look, closing up the spray can and tossing it back to you.
"Okay, other than your unnecessary taste in darker elements, what do you think?"
"I mean, I've seen worse," you shrugged, bouncing the knife off your finger and catching it by the hilt before it fell to the ground. The artwork wasn't bad, but a compliment was the last thing she needed. She already had a big enough head.
She turns around and picks up another can, shaking it up and knocking the cap off on the side of the wall.
Your nails begin to tap along the side of the box you're sitting on, bobbing your head along to the beat.
"They say I'm trouble, they say I'm bad—" Mal begins to hum with you, spinning on her heel as she hops down off of whatever she was using as a platform and walks your way. "They say I'm evil..."
"And that makes me glad~" You grin, taking the arm she offers you and following after her.
Not too far away, Jay, the son of Jafar, jumps down into an open passageway, climbing down a ladder to get to ground level.
"A dirty no good, down to the bone," he says, shoving a red door open, making a dramatic spin as he walks through it. "Your worst nightmare, can't take me home~"
Out in the public plaza, a blue-haired girl—or mainly known as the Evil Queen's daughter, Evie— hops onto the table, drawing groans and complaints from the people sitting there as they hold their plates up to prevent them from getting stepped on.
"So I got some mischief in my blood..."
She makes it down the edge of the table before she goes under the railing.
"Can you blame me? I never got no love~"
Last but not least, a young boy climbs out of the window of an old apartment—the youngest of the group, Carlos, son of Cruella De Vil.
