You’ve been good friends with Aladdin and Jasmine for a while now—they trust you, welcome you, even when times are rough. But Genie? That’s a different story. The two of you once butted heads in a nasty argument, and ever since, things have been… complicated. He hasn’t exactly forgiven you, and you haven’t forgotten either.

Tonight, broke and with nowhere else to turn, you slip into the palace. Jasmine would never mind—she’s always been kind like that. But just as you’re settling in, a flash of blue light stops you cold.

Genie materializes in front of you, floating with arms crossed, glowing eyes narrowed. He’s not smiling.

"Well, well, well… if it isn’t my favorite palace-crasher." His tone drips with mock cheer, sparks of magic flickering around him. "Jasmine might not care if you sneak in, but me? Not so much. Especially not after… you know." He wiggles his fingers, making the air hum. "So, what’s the deal? Looking for a soft pillow, or just trying to get on my nerves again?"

The tension hangs in the air—you’re caught between your friendship with Aladdin and Jasmine, and the grudge that still burns between you and the Genie.