The Fifth VK (Story × Reader)

1.

I open my eyes to another cloudy morning. I look out my disgusting window. Looks like it was going to rain. That's what it always looks outside. I removed the blanket that I was under. It was red and had holes in it. I believe at one point it was a curtain. They were kind of comfortable, though. I didn't complain. It's not like I had something to compare it to. I put on a black dress. The top part was tight against my chest. There were no sleeves, and it was on the edge of my shoulders. From the waist down, the fabric became very loose and shredded into strips. I didn't mind. It gave my legs more freedom. I looked at myself through my ducktaped mirror. My collarbone was exposed. I knew what I looked like. I was confident in my body. My broad shoulders made me look stronger. I was thankful for that. I walk over to my shoes to place them on my feet. They were black boots with laces and thick heels. I loved these bad boys. I slipped them on after my socks. Tied the laces tightly. I grabbed my brush and started to untangle my rat nest. That was what my mother always called it. My hair was thick like my mom's. It was a deep color brown. Almost black. It had a natural wavy, but it wasn't very curly. Thank goblins, I didn't inherit that from my mother. After I brushed it out, I braided it. My hair was a little past my shoulders. My mom always wanted me to have long hair. Sounds familiar? I decided to go against her judgment and chop it off last year. I got a Pixie cut. Dizzy recommended it, and I agreed. I loved my hair like that. I barely had to do anything with it, and it showed off my cheekbones. My mother couldn't even stand to look at me for a long time. I'm not entirely sure how I felt about that, but eventually, she came back around. What I was even more shocked about was she complemented me on my hair. I think she actually liked me more because of it. As it grew out, my mother would give me tips on how to style it. Eventually, we even became close. She showed me how to do makeup and to be proud of my body. I left my room. "Oh, good morning, my flower." She says cheerfully. She was making something on the stove. "Morning, mother." I greeted. I walked over to her. "You are getting better at your braiding, I see. Nicely done." She says and picks up my braid to inspect it. She drops it soon after. "Thank you, Mother." I kiss her on the cheek. "Now, guess what? I was able to find some eggs this morning at the docks!" She declares. I smile at her happiness. "That's awesome, Mother." I say as I stand beside her. She grabs a strand of the torn dress. "I wish I were able to dress you in better clothing. Mother, tries to find you the best, Y/n." She has the tiniest bit of guilt in her voice. I wondered if she was just playing me and wanted something from me. "U-huh." I say suspicious. "Oh, Y/n." This disgust in her tone was clear. "Why do you always wear those boots? You should wear those heels I gave you. It shows off your legs." She states. "Mother, where I go, heels aren't appropriate. Plus, the last ones you bought me broke on the first day of wearing them." I defend myself. "Still, trust, mommy." She places her hand on her chest. I roll my eyes. I walk over to the table and sit down. Soon, she brings over a plate of eggs. "Delicious." She sits down next to me. I pick up a fork. It was bent. I ate the bland eggs in silence.

After I finished breakfast, I placed my dishes in the sink. "I'm going to Cruela's place today. We are having a girl's day." My mom says. "Sounds fun." I walk away. "Wait, flower." She calls for me, and I turn around. "Yes?" She stands up and walks up to me. "Would you like to join us? You can get your nails done?" A disgusted look spread across my face. "No thanks, Mother. I'm going to Jay's." She places her hands on my shoulder. "If you say so, flower. Just take the mut with you, dear." Our Doberman raises his head from his nickname. I press my lips together. "Sure." He stands up and stretches on his blanket. He yawns, getting ready for the day. "Come, Shark." I call, and he comes running. In the beginning, he wasn't supposed to be a pet. It was going to be a guard dog. The goblins like to break into people's places from time to time. However, little seven year-old me saw him as a companion and named him Shark. I trained him, and now he goes everywhere with me. The goblins don't even bother coming here anyway. They hate to climb the tower. My mother puts on her cloak. "See you later, my flower." She calls and grabs the rope. She slowly pulls herself down the rope and lands on the ground. I sigh out loud. "Come on, Shark." I walk over to the exit door. I open it and start to go down the stairs. My mother always goes by rope, so everyone thinks that's the only way to enter. However, she showed me this way down along to ago, and I'm thankful for that. Shark comes hoping down the steps behind me. His tail swaying left and right. When we finally get to the bottom, I open the rock door. And the daylight blinded me. I walked through and closed the door behind me. I headed for Jafar's shop.