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Crack house || Red [Descendants: The Rise of Red]

It all started with a seemingly innocent prank. Red, the daughter of the infamous Queen of Hearts, had always enjoyed stirring trouble, and Y/n made it easy with her endless gloating about how special she was. Y/n, with her overinflated sense of importance, was convinced she was destined for great things—magical things. She constantly bragged about her supposed talents, and Red, tired of hearing about it, decided it was time to teach Y/n a lesson in humility. The plan was simple, or so she thought: send Y/n on a wild goose chase, convincing her that she had been accepted to Auradon Prep, the prestigious school for the descendants of famous heroes and villains.

Red's plan had all the makings of a perfect setup. She fed Y/n a fake letter from Auradon, filled with flowery language about how her "unique abilities" were exactly what the school needed. Of course, Y/n ate it up, eager to believe she was special. Red then directed Y/n to an old, dilapidated shack on the outskirts of town, far from Auradon's pristine grounds. It wasn't just any shack, though—it was a well-known crack house. Red figured Y/n would be humiliated, wandering into a place like that, and maybe, just maybe, she'd come down from her high horse.

But Y/n, as delusional as she was, took one look at the filthy, rundown building and immediately assumed it was some kind of elaborate magical illusion—her Auradon prep school must be cloaked to ward off intruders, or so she convinced herself.

"This is it!" Y/n declared with enthusiasm, standing in front of the broken-down shack. "Auradon Prep, under a powerful cloaking charm. They're so clever."

Red could barely contain her laughter. "Yep, that's the place. Only the most *special* students can see past the illusion."

With her ego thoroughly inflated, Y/n stepped confidently inside. To Red's astonishment, instead of being horrified at the sight of the ragged furniture and drug paraphernalia scattered around, Y/n smiled as if she had walked into the grand halls of a royal academy.

"Oh, I get it! This is all part of the test!" Y/n whispered conspiratorially, her eyes darting around the room at the crack dealers who were now staring at her like she was out of her mind.

Red leaned against the doorframe, thoroughly amused. "Of course, it's a test," she said sarcastically. "You've got to prove yourself, you know."

But Y/n wasn't listening. She was already convinced that these grizzled, rough-looking men were her professors, disguised under yet another charm. When one of the dealers, confused by her presence, shouted to another in Spanish, "Lávate las manos," Y/n mistook it for some kind of magical incantation.

"Ah, the potion-making begins," Y/n muttered, her eyes wide with excitement. She thought they were preparing some grand alchemical experiment, but in reality, the dealers were cooking up something far more illicit—crack cocaine.

At first, the dealers were annoyed by Y/n's presence, but that quickly changed when they noticed her natural knack for chemistry. She began making suggestions—ones that she thought would help her "potions partners," but were in fact useful tweaks in the process of making drugs. Before long, the dealers realized they could use her talents, and instead of kicking her out, they rewarded her with large sums of cash. They didn't care how deluded she was, as long as she helped them increase their profits.

Red, always one to capitalize on a situation, decided to take advantage of Y/n's bizarre new role. She convinced Y/n that they could make even more money for "the school" by taking on extra "projects." Red set up a scam, funneling the cash Y/n earned straight into her own pockets.

But things took a dark turn when Y/n, ever the diligent student, decided to "borrow" a brick of cocaine for what she thought was an extra-credit assignment in potions class. The dealers, furious, quickly realized what had happened and came after her, demanding their product back. Red, sensing that the situation had spiraled out of control, tried to talk her way out of it, but it was too late.

The dealers arrived at the shack with guns drawn, ready to kill both Y/n and Red. The tension in the room was palpable, but before anyone could pull the trigger, Red, in a fit of panic, accidentally smashed a brick of cocaine against her face. The powdery substance coated her nose and mouth, and in a matter of seconds, something snapped inside her.

Red went absolutely berserk.

With a strength and ferocity that no one expected, she charged at the dealers, grabbing one of their guns and opening fire. The shack erupted in chaos as bullets flew, shattering windows and splintering wood. Red, in her drug-fueled rage, was unstoppable. She mowed down every single one of the dealers, leaving their bodies strewn across the room in a bloody, coke-covered mess.

Y/n, oblivious to the danger she had been in, was convinced that the "professors" were actually Death Eaters in disguise, and that she, with her "magical abilities," had defeated them. Her glasses had been shattered in the scuffle, and she was half-blind, but she believed the broken lenses were a sign of her victory.

"I did it!" Y/n shouted triumphantly. "I've passed the test! I've defeated the Death Eaters!"

Red, panting and covered in blood and cocaine, glanced at Y/n with wide eyes. "Yeah... sure... whatever you say." She couldn't believe Y/n was still buying into the fantasy, but at this point, it was easier to let her believe it than to try to explain what had actually happened.

As the dust settled, Red wiped her face and took a deep breath. She looked around the room at the carnage, her adrenaline still pumping. "Alright, Y/n," she said, pulling herself together. "Let's get out of here before more 'professors' show up."

But Y/n wasn't done. She was still riding the high of her supposed victory and wanted to continue her "studies."

"Wait! We still have to brew the final potion!" Y/n insisted. "I've read about this one—it's the most advanced potion in all of Auradon!"

Red, tired and still a bit high from the cocaine, rolled her eyes but decided to play along. "Fine. What's this amazing potion, then?"

Y/n rummaged through the shack, picking up a bottle of sulfuric acid and a hacksaw. "We need these ingredients."

Red's eyes widened. "Uh... Y/n, that's not a potion. That's—"

But before she could stop her, Y/n began mixing the ingredients, fully convinced that she was creating some sort of magical elixir. Red sighed, realizing that her prank had gone way too far.

As Y/n poured the sulfuric acid into a makeshift cauldron, Red sat back and shook her head. "You know what? Go for it. Let's see what happens."

The shack, now filled with a toxic cloud of fumes, was the site of utter chaos and delusion. Red couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. What had started as petty revenge had spiraled into a full-blown disaster—and Y/n, clueless and proud, was none the wiser.

As they fled the scene, leaving behind a trail of destruction and bewildered drug dealers, Red couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she had underestimated Y/n. She wasn't special in the way she thought, but somehow, she always managed to survive the madness around her.