A Crack in the Mask

We all Fall Down

Notes:

Hey Descendants!

We're excited to start this week off with another chapter. This one...

Are you ready for shit to hit a fan or two?

Because it's about to.

We hope you enjoy.

-Dark-

(See the end of the chapter for Twisted's review.)

Mal looks around the hall before she rolls her shoulders. Something was off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. For whatever reason, the feeling made her think of the isle.

"Something weird is going on," Carlos whines softly as he and Dude rush to stay in the middle of the group.

Great. Even the pup could feel it. So it wasn't just paranoia.

Evie furrows her brow as she looks around at the students in the hall, "Everyone is staring at us."

"How is that weird?" Mal rolls her eyes, though now she was getting creeped out at the way everyone was looking at them. The hks had a weird decorum to their side glances. But now they were all openly staring.

"We haven't parted halls like this since we got here..." Jay points out with a frown, adding another layer to her comparison to the isle.

Carlos frowns before he pulls his phone from his pocket, "I think." He sighs as he looks up at the rest of the group before his eyes rest on Jay, "I think I want to text David." He whispers, "something feels really off and I um-"

"You're not wrong. Text David." Jay takes the girls by the shoulder and starts leading them away from the cafeteria. "And we're skipping breakfast today. I know where a vending machine is and my paranoia is going nuts."

"Wait for me!" Carlos hits send before shoving his phone in his pocket as he runs to catch up.

Mal shrugs Jay's hand off her shoulder as they round the corner and find themselves staring at a horribly tagged bank of lockers. "What the fuck?"

"Mal? Did you get a fan?" Jay scrunches his face as he stares at the crudely painted 'Long Live-eviL' painted across the entire bank of lockers.

"Uh, or an enemy, because that sure as hell ain't my work." Mal crosses her arms over her chest. "That's just shoddy craftsmanship." She scoffs. "I mean look at her horns they're not even symmetrical. Like were they even trying to put effort into framing me? Rude."

Carlos furrows his brow as he walks over to the cans of paint littering the ground, "Uh, Mal, isn't this the paint brand you started using?"

Mal's eyes widen. It was the brand she was using. Now that she had a choice she found herself picky over the paint she used. But she'd only settled on a brand a week ago, so how did these, whatever they were, people know her choice of paint? "I don't care," She snaps, shaking her head at the can in Carlos's hand, "unless I was drunk last night-"

"Wow, so you're drinking on school property too." A snobbish voice calls out from behind them, "Classy."

Mal turns on her heels, glaring at the stupid posse and their prince of stupidity.

"Shove it up your ass Chad," Jay growls without even bothering to turn around.

"I think he threatened you, Prince Chad." Cayden slowly shakes his head.

Chad nods emphatically, "Yeah, I heard it. Not surprising really."

"Not a threat, just a friendly suggestion as to where you can put your opinion." Mal snarks with a challenge in her eyes. "Did one of you stupid fucks pull this stunt?"