Disney Villains Rewritten: Return From the Other Side

Jamie

Ever have that one family member that you really don't like? As in, someone will say "Are you related to them", and you say "No", like a liar? That's me all of the time. Of course, nobody really believes me, given I'm the spitting image of my dad. Dark skin, a disaster of dark strands that I call hair, tall height, and lavender eyes. I think the eyes are what really makes people recognize me for who I am, or rather who my dad is.

I'm willing to bet you know my dad. Heck, you probably know just from my description of myself. You probably put two and two together enough to think "Hey, this is Dr. Facilier's son, Jamie." And you'd be right, biologically speaking. But according to me, that man is not my dad. He never was. I'd never really known him from my childhood before he got all voodoo-uno-reversed or whatever, but I do know him from others. Especially the Hero Kids. They like to make sure I don't forget my roots.

The door to my room swings open with a loud bang, and I hear a voice call, "Jamie, it's nearly eleven, get your lazy butt out of bed!"

I groan, trying to hide under my covers.

"Cindy, just give me a few more minutes," I grumble, and then the blanket is yanked off of me.

My older sister towers over me, her green eyes narrowed. She grabs my leg and begins to pull me out of bed. Startled, I sit up and slide off myself. She smirks triumphantly, and I roll my eyes.

"You're such a jerk," I say.

"That means I'm doing my job as an older sister correctly," she replies, tousling my hair playfully.

I can't help but giggle a little. "Alright, alright, I'm up."

I follow her downstairs to the main floor of the orphanage. A fun fact about the orphanage- it's run by the sole heroine that cares about us villain kids, Snow White. She's married to Prince Florian, obviously, but she devotes most of her time to taking care of us. She smiles as she sees me enter the kitchen.

"Good morning, Jamie," she says sweetly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks," I reply, opening the pantry and fishing through for a box of cereal.

"I made pancakes, if you'd prefer those. Everyone else is in the multi-purpose room, if you want to grab a plate and join them." She hands me a plate and points to the stack of fluffy, delicious-looking pancakes. I grab a few, thank her, and make my way down the hall to the multi-purpose room.

The first thing I see is Jennie and Ryan Gothel absolutely going at each other in an intense game of chess. Honestly, they play that game so much that I get concerned when I see them doing other things. Jennie's long, dark ponytail swings and she shakes her head, objecting to one of Ryan's moves. Ryan's icy blue eyes twinkle with amusement as he engages in the friendly debate with her.

"...It's totally legal- check the rule book if you need, Jen," he's saying as I approach. I take one look at the board, grab one of Jennie's pawns, and move it way too far for it to be a legal move. She stares at me, appalled.

"Jamie!" Jafar's daughter says, but her dark eyes reveal that she's amused by my antics.

"Oh come on, I bet there's a rule in that rule book of yours that says it's totally fine," I tease.

It's true- Ryan and Jennie have come up with multiple different versions of chess with their own separate rules. It's impressive, and also highly concerning for the rest of us that are actually sane and have lives. Well, I guess I can't really say that I have a life, given I'm cooped up in this orphanage most days unless I want to go outside and get pushed around. I decide to go find someone else to terrorize, and promptly walk right into a petite blonde, who squeaks upon impact.