A Crack in the Mask

Friends or Revenge

Heya Descendants!

Thank you to everyone that returned!

For those of you wanting to strangle us, we love you too!

As it stands, in our first write-through of these books we weren't so thorough with the Auradon story. So we did some serious thinking and agreed things wouldn't be able to go cannon after we've developed these characters so much. On the plus side for you Core lovers, we have like one hundred times more Core!

A Crack in the Mask is pretty much going to be us changing the movie. At least up to a certain point. We got a lot of feedback in the last write-through for dropping the ball on them and this was legit just the easiest way to fix that.

TEASER WARNING; Buckle up Bitches Cliffy's abound in these next two books!

And to our readers, even if it's just a 'Fuck You' for the way we ended WWTM, we'd truly appreciate anything we receive from you guys.

On that note, for your pleasure and entertainment please enjoy chapter two of ACitM.

(See the end of the chapter for questions.)

Ben sighs as he watches the group of vks awkwardly enter the cafeteria. It had been almost a week since he'd brought them over, but it was just as painful today as it had been on day one to see their reaction to buffet tables piled with food.

Breakfast.

Lunch.

Dinner.

Snacks.

They always looked at the food in awe and, if he wasn't mistaken, with the slightest hint of disgust. H, his mysterious penpal, had never really written about the food on the isle, not even when writing about picnics. The thought that food wasn't as plentiful on the isle as it was here was starting to bother him, but he wasn't going to be able to ask if he never got up the courage to go talk with them.

He couldn't blame the rest of his peers. They were an intimidating bunch and projected a severely intense aura that made them hard to approach.

It was a good defense. No one seemed to want to get to know them. Except for Doug.

Doug had no issues with letting Mal's gang, specifically Evie, know his feelings about them. Which fascinated him. Doug always had a quiet type of confidence about him, it was one of the things he admired in his fellow student. And the reason he shouldn't be surprised. After all, he was the only one who managed to befriend Roy. Auradon Prep's own outcast.

He'd personally tried on several occasions to speak to Roy, but every time he'd tried the older boy made up excuses and ran from him. Leave it to status to keep him from speaking to someone he found himself wanting to know in this place.

He smiles. Doug continued to march his own beat where the Core were concerned. Even he hadn't anticipated Doug's sudden forwardness upon meeting the isle's princess. It was ironic, but in the best of ways. Who would have guessed the son of a dwarf would want anything to do with the daughter of the evil queen?

But that was exactly what he was hoping for. This. The first step towards a new future. He had known the other outcasts would be drawn to them like moths to a flame.

The rest would eventually follow once the Core found their footing and bloomed like he just knew they were bound to do. They had these amazing qualities hidden just beneath their surfaces. He could feel it.

He was curious how the Core would take to learning that even Auradon had their misfits. That there were kids even here that didn't quite fit the mold. Kids who never quite fit in at Auradon Prep. Kids who thought outside the box. Kids they could relate to if they just gave it a chance.