𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇
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AUTHOR / 3 RD PERSON
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Y/N and Mal rode through filled with pirates, like this place could be called Pirate Lane. Mal stopped for some reason, making Y/N confused. She looked to see a poster of Ben and Mal, except Ben had an eyepatch and a beard, and Mal was crossed out with a purple 'X', the words 'Good Girl' written under it. Y/N laughed, grabbing the paper from her hands, "Sweet Nessie, I thought they hated you!" (fun fact, sweet Nessie isn't an actual Scottish phrase but you should say it because it's fucking fun - a hot scot (that rhymed)
"They do, they all hate me."
"Oh, no Mally. They despise you."
"Way to make it worse." She rolled her eyes and took the paper from her, crumpling it up and tossing it. "Wasn't your best look?" Y/N laughed as Mal drove off. As they drove past someone, she 'accidentally' grabbed (spoiler alert, she stole it and it wasn't an accident) two beautiful bracelets, one for her mum and the other for her.
"Pure dead brilliant." Y/N followed Mal to a place with a sign that said "DANGER, FLYING ROCKS." Mal grabbed a rock and tossed it at the sign, which made the gate near the sign go up, Y/N smiled and followed Mal inside, so ready to see their hideout.
"There's an empty room, you can decorate it yourself, it already has a bed.. and stuff." Mal said, turning to Y/N. "Sweet, so any furniture stores on the isle or should I coorie in with what I have?"
"Uhm.. coorie in..?"
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Y/N DUNBROCH
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I followed Mal down the street, curious as to where we're goin. "So.. exactly where are ye takin' me?"
"Curl up and dye."
.. EXCUSE ME?
I grabbed Mal by her shoulder and turned her around, "Excuse me?" She only chuckled and pointed up towards a sign that read 'Curl Up and Dye.' "Ohh.."
"Damn Y/N, already setting into the Isle attitude?" She mumbled, only for me to hear as she walked into the store.
"Closed 'ntil midnight? Hm." I muttered, following her in. I feel like a lap dog.
When we walked in, all I saw was COLOR, and all I heard was terrible music. "Holy shite. Terrible music taste you got mate." I spoke as I looked around, admiring the place, whoever made this did great. Upon hearing my voice, a little girl turned around and gasped, dropping her broom.
"Mal! Is Evie back too?"
She chuckled, "As if. I, um, forgot that you guys don't open till midnight." The little girl nodded, "Who are you?" She spoke, pointing at me, some fuckin' sass in her voice. Little fuck. I walked over to her and bent down to her height, my hands on my knees, "Y/N Dunbroch, and you are?" I smiled, it was genuine though, I wasn't gonna be mean to a kid. Just kidding! I'm mean to all ages.
"My name is Dizzy, I love your hair!"
"Oh, great. Your a Tremaine kid, eh?" She nodded in response and smiled, "Well.." I leaned up, getting out her face, "Place looks good." I said in sync with Mal. She just giggled in response. I walked over to a curtain covered in paint, and walked through it. All I saw was a bunch of hair stuff, jewelry, etc. But it was quite nice. I pulled out my phone only to remember there's no Wi-Fi on the isle. Oops. I walked back in to hear,
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Fiksi Penggemar𝐘/𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐇 is the daughter of Merida. She doesn't know who her father is, mum never told her. She takes heavily after her mother, especially with the archery. One day, when Y/N is in her dorm, Mal comes rushing in,, she finds out that sh...
