Disney Descendants

Rotten to the Core

(AN ignore the creepy ass smile)

Once upon a time, long, long ago - well, more like twenty years ago - Belle married her Beast in front of 6,000 of their closest personal friends. Big cake. Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon, Beast united all of the Kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon. He rounded up all the villains and the sidekicks - basically all the really interesting people - and booted them off to the Isle of the Lost with a magical barrier to keep them there. This is my hood. No magic, no WiFi ... no way out. Or so I thought.

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I sigh as I stretch my tired body, the sunlight warm on my face.

"Ya'know, lazing around all day doesn't cause havoc."

"But the sun is just so warm," I yawn. "Besides, it's still early."

"You're so lazy, Kitty."

"At least I'm agile," I reply, closing my eyes. "Besides, what harm am I causing up here?"

"None, which is the problem!"

"Calm down, Mal," I chuckle, looking down at the purple haired girl. "It's not like I've anything else to do."

"Tag the walls?" She suggests.

"Must I?" I groan.

"Yes," Mal snaps.

"Fine," I sigh, rolling off of the tin roof I was laying on. "Hand over the blue. And black. And gray."

"Take the bag, Cat," Mal laughs, kicking a small ruined duffle.

Yeah, you probably guessed it. I'm Kitty Cat, daughter of the one and only Cheshire Cat. Even though my dad really isn't a villain - and helped save both Alice and the Mad Hatter - he was thrown onto the Isle with the rest of the villains about 8 years after the barrier was raised (because that's how long it took for them to be convinced he was a villain and then to find a way in to Wonderland to get us out), and since time moves differently in Wonderland, it meant that I went too. I guess madness can be easily mistaken as evilness when you're as cunning as my father.

But he's a cat.

Sorry, he was a cat.

As if being cast onto this god forsaken Isle wasn't bad enough, my dad was stripped of his ability to disappear when they turned him human. I mean, sure, he still has the ears and tail, but that's it. I'm exactly the same. Only, I practically grew up here aside from the few years I spent in Wonderland, so I am a little evil with a large dosing of madness.

In the years of solitude from Wonderland and being cooped up on the same place as the Queen of Hearts for 18 years (roughly) my dad had turned sour, and held a strong resentment towards the Auradonians.

Though he still tells me stories of Wonderland. He'd test me on the place randomly in riddles and rhymes that were a pain to figure out if you were being rushed. He'd drilled the "Jabberwocky" poem into my head to the point I could recite it in my sleep.

And I had to prank. That was the Cheshire way, and if you couldn't prank to the standards, you may as well disown yourself from the family.

I suppose I should give you a rundown of the Isle, right? Like, who's who? I've already introduced myself, so next is Mal.

Maleficent Bertha (or Mal for short) is the daughter of the one and only Maleficent (the one with the two freaky horns and a raven who bites) You could say that Mal is Maleficent Jr. You know why? Because they can be so alike that it's scary. Mal wants nothing better than to prove herself to her mother. She's got purple hair (much like how mine's blue) and green eyes that glowed when she was faced with a particularly hard matter of getting her way, or when having a stare-off with her mother.