𝓦𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝓘𝙩 𝓑𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗖

𝓒𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝓣𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝓣𝙬𝙤

Daphne Tremaine's POV

Daphne blinked once, then twice. Where was she? The last time she remembered was jumping into that portal everyone else. She stood up, disoriented, glancing around. "Where the hell am I?" Daphne muttered, rubbing the back of her head. The weather was humid and rather hot, even if she was indoors. "Holy shit, am I in a palace?" Glancing around, she spotted the words Agrabah above the large doors. Wait, am I in Nimer's story?

Going off of that, she assumed the others were all mixed up in each other's stories. What Giles had instructed them was simple after they half-decoded his babbles—find a neatly tied scroll and bring it back.

No further instructions, but Ali Nimer's legacy couldn't possibly be that hard, right?

Daphne opened the doors, suddenly blinded by blaring lights. She shielded her eyes as flashes went off, clicks and yells making her ears ring. She was immediately pulled outside by someone, surrounded by a horde of people. A dozen people were yelling at her, asking her nonsensical questions.

"What's your political opinion?" someone demanded.

"Miss, Miss, look over here!" another cried out.

Daphne was completely swarmed by the paparazzi as she tried to recover from the lights. What the hell is going on? "Excuse me, I need to go and—"

"How will you help better Agrabah?" a woman asked.

"Well, uhm—"

"The crime rates are higher than ever, what's your approach?"

"Listen to the poor, look at the poverty around us!"

She was overwhelmed when her eyes caught on a scroll sitting by a camera stand in the far distance. Daphne pushed through the crowd of people, practically swimming. Her hands were slick with sweat as random citizens pressured her to speak and photos were taken rapidly. All of a sudden, someone yanked on her hair, making her stagger. Then Daphne lost it, spinning around. "Don't fucking touch me, you bastard," she spat, prodding their chest with her finger. "None of you have a speck of respect for me, so I can't imagine that you hold any self-respect for yourself."

With the paparazzi momentarily silent and stunned, Daphne used it as an opportunity to shove past them and run towards the camera stand. She dropped to the ground, snatching up the scroll. Almost instantly, her body started to feel tingles and materialize.

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Ali Nimer's POV

"Well, this isn't so bad," Ali said to himself, leaning against the steering wheel of the Jolly Roger. He was in Holton's story, and the scroll was conveniently placed on the floor, right by the feet. He scooped it up, pocketing the scroll. Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched yowl. What the hex...?

Ali rushed over to the railing, seeing a crocodile chase after a certain tiger cub. "Shit—no, Bal!"

Bal must have accidentally teleported into Holton's story with Ali! There was no way he was letting that cute, scary baby tiger get eaten by a crocodile. Ali climbed down from the Jolly Roger and started to run after Bal on the shore, his feet crunching under the sand. God, I'll never live this down if Grandpapa sent me a pet tiger only to have him dead in ten minutes! Ali thought as he ran to the sides, cutting off the crocodile and diving for Bal, scooping him up. "You are a very mischievous tiger," Ali scolded Bal, poking his head. "And also—shit, crocodile!" He had almost forgotten that a deadly reptile was nipping at his pants.

So that's how Ali Nimer ended up hoisting a pet tiger onto his shoulders as he ran away from a crocodile across the beach of Neverland. A truly humorous sight! Now, who's going to tell him that he can just, you know, go back to the portal now that he claimed his scroll?