.:: Chapter 7 : Uma Vs Mal ::.

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.:: Carlos' POV ::.

"We have to tell Mal now," I said sternly. "If we wait Uma could hurt (Y/n)." "And Ben," Jay added. "Yeah, him too," I sighed.

"Let's go," Evie said. We all walk back up to our old house. I took a rock and chucked it at the "Falling Rocks" sign, the door opening and we ran up the stairs.

"MAL, BEN AND (Y/N WERE CAPTURED AND WE NEED YOUR HELP!"
"BEN AND (Y/N) WERE CAPTURED BY UMA."
"MY GIRLFRIEND WAS CAPTURED BY UMA AND SO WAS BEN," we all say unified.

"ONE AT A TIME!" Mal yelled, her eyes glowing a bright, vivid lime green for a moment.
"E, what did you say?" Mal asked.

"I said that (Y/n) and Ben were captured by Uma. She said she wants you to meet her at her Fish and Chips shop in order to get them back... alone."

"Wait, you brought (Y/n) with you, too?! Are you crazy!" Mal groaned. "Ben was going to come with or without us," Evie sighed. "(Y/n) came only because she wanted to be with Carlos."

"This is such a mess.." Mal mumbled. "I'm going to go over there now. Oh, by the way E? Visit Dizzy while you're here. She misses you." Mal started to walk away but I stop her. "Mal? Can I come? I can help-"

"NO. You've all done enough. Uma said to come alone. That doesn't mean come alone with yourself and the entire Isle!" she hissed at me and stormed off. I sighed, "I miss you (Y/n)," I mutter, walking to the room and collapsing onto my bed.

.:: Mal's POV ::.

"And I wanted a sea pony... LIFE AINT FAIR!" I hear Uma yell from inside. I chuckled and walked through the doors of Ursula's Fish and Chips.

"I'm baaaack," I chanted. Uma stopped what she was doing and glared at me. She dropped her tray on a random table and walked over to me, smirking

"Loser, party of 1? Right this way," she lead me to a table for two. I sit down and she took her apron off and threw it on the floor, and sat down.

"The place still stinks," I chuckled. "Sorry, we're down a butler today, Princess," Uma said.
"Where are they?" I say.

Uma chuckled, "You know I've dreamed of this? You wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook."

"I'm flattered that you've dreamed of me, I haven't given you a thought since we left," I smirked.

She pounded her fist on the table and groaned, leaning in closer to me. "Obviously. You have your perfect little life, don't you? Doesn't she have the most perfect little life?" Uma yelled. Everyone in the room hollered in response, "While we're stuck here on a garbage truck." 

"Look, you have some sort of war to settle with me? Game on!" I replied, "I see no need to bring (Y/n) and Ben into this." She laughed, "It may be unnecessary, but boy, is it fun," she smirked.

 She put out her arm. "If you win, the two are free to go." I smirk and grabbed her hand. "Don't you want to know what I get when I win?" Uma smiled innocently.

"Still dreaming, I see?" I chuckled. "Didn't your mother say she had everything under control? How did that work out for her?" Uma smirked.

"Oh, shut up. On 3. 1, 2, 3." We started to arm wrestle, our arms flexing to stay in place.

"Y'know, that whole Princess thing? I didn't buy it for a second. You can put a tiara on a villain, but you're still a villain," she said. My eyes glow and I grinned, "And you can slap a pirate hat on but you're still shrimpy," I smirked.

 She weakened her grip significantly and I gained control. Just as I'm about to push her arm down, she started chuckling. "If I win... you bring me fairy godmother's wand."

I was not expecting her to say that, and I lost focus. My eyes flashed back to normal and she gained total control, slamming my arm down on the table. I gasped and she and her customers cheered.

She giggled, "Now. Bring me Fairy Godmother's magic wand to my ship at 12 noon sharp, or else you can kiss your baby and Carlos' goodbye," she smirked.
"...Fine." I said simply, disappointed in myself for saying it.

She chuckled, "See you tomorrow. And don't be late~" she smirked and skipped off. I rolled my eyes and left.

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