Meanwhile on the Isle of the Lost...

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A purple haired girl began to spray paint a random wall on the Isle, her being none other than the daughter of the Mistress of Evil, Mal.

Mal:
They say I'm trouble, they say I'm bad~

Her sort of friend, you, (y/n) Sparrow, joined her side, taking a more chaotic form of entertainment, which was juggling a set of your favorite knives. It definitely scared the others here by how carelessly yet skillfully you could handle the sharp tools. The two of you high five each other and Mal shoulder checks a couple of passersby before going to meet the others.

(Y/n):
They say I'm evil
That make me glad~

Up next is Jay, son of Jafar, the sneaky thief of the Isle, constantly snatching up new things to bring to his father's store.

Jay:
A dirty no good, down to the bone

He jumps through an opening, climbing down a ladder and shoving a door open before walking through it.

Jay:
Your worst nightmare, can't take me home~

A fancy blue haired girl strutted down a table, walking along it with her head held high as the people began to pull their food away and groan in complaint. Her name was Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen.

Evie:
So I got some mischief in my blood..Can you blame me? I never got no love~

Last but not least is Carlos, son of the one and only Cruella De Vil.

Carlos:
They think I'm calloused
A low life hood

He climbs out of a window, yanking  something off a guy's neck before snatching up a kid's apple and taking a bite of it, tossing it back to him.

Carlos:
They think I'm callous, a low life hood. I feel so useless..

All:
Misunderstood!

The three of you girls walked down the alleyway, evil grins plastered on your faces.

Mal, Evie, & (Y/n):

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest of them all? Welcome to my wicked world..

You three make a right turn, you picking up a pretty bracelet lying around before catching up with the rest of them, including the boys, who'd just came back around.

Mal, Evie, & (Y/n):

The 5 of you all came from the corners, banging on a gate and slamming it open, running wildly through the building that seemed to be some laundromat (if you could really call it that), knocking over things and pushing people aside, others ducking down to avoid contact.

All:
I'm rotten to the core, core, rotten to the core; I'm rotten to the core, core, who could ask for more? I'm nothing like the kid next--like the kid next door! I'm rotten to the..(core!) I'm rotten to the..I'm rotten to the core~

Laughter erupted as you grabbed some poles and began to go inside some tunnels, using the metal to bang out a beat, sounds echoing through. Finally arriving at the Isle marketplace, Mal once again took out her can of spray paint, stalking towards a white curtain, spraying her initial on it in purple, ripping open the curtain shortly after.

Mal:
Call me a schemer, call me a freak~

As you stalked through the marketplace with them, your eyes landed on someone who'd dropped their money, so you pocketed it swiftly, planning on bringing it back to a friend later.

A passerby catches you in the act, yelling out insulting names, hoping to phase you, but you only turn around and pout playfully before taking off.

(Y/n):
How can you say that? I'm just..unique~

Jay climbed over to a table that was shared by a couple of people who were having tea of some sort, snatching up the lamp looking teapot and flipping off the table.

Jay:
What, me a traitor? Ain't got you back? Are we not friends? What's up with that~?

Evie walked up to a guy with a hat on his head, taking the scarf from around his neck and spinning in a ton of hanging silks, winking at the guy who looked at her in awe.

Evie:
So I'm a misfit, so I'm a flirt~ I broke your heart? I made ya hurt~?

Carlos ran through the stable, tossing a bucket on a woman's head and taking away yet another apple, something he just had a strange habit of; jumping on a wagon as it was making its way outside, throwing hay at the lady and smirking, the woman fueling with anger.

Carlos:
The past is past, forgive, forget. The truth is..

All:
You ain't seen nothing yet!!!

You and Evie did a small twirl with each other, you pulling a dagger out of your sleeve as the three of you girls stood above Jay and Carlos, who were hanging on some sort of... whatever it was.

Mal, Evie, (Y/n):
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest of them all? Welcome to my wicked world..wicked world~!

Mal beckons the group a moment later, Jay jumping off of the raft he was hanging on, following behind Carlos as he chased after you girls, who'd dashed off to get to the main part of the Isle.

All of a sudden, it was like a beat dropped, all of you forming a lines of people who started going into a breakdance thing, hitting a few moves before belting out the finishing chorus.

All:
I'm rotten to the core, core, rotten to the core; I'm rotten to the core, who could ask for more? I'm nothing like the kid next--like the kid next door! I'm rotten to the (core!) I'm rotten to the...

I'm rotten to the core~

Ladies and gentlemen, the main villain kids of the Isle, the ones who're gonna get this whole adventure started~

~The End~