You were evil. One of the most respected, most feared villain kids on the isle, acquainted with Mal and Evie, but not Carlos. He was younger and you never got to meet him.

But you still have heard of him. The cute, cynophobic son of Cruella De Vil, that inherited her love of fashion but not her cruelty towards animals.

He's heard of you, too. And unlike you, he was terrified. He didn't want to meet you, because he was scared. It was kind of pathetic, a villain kid being scared of another VK because of just rumours he's heard. But to hear of your crimes, and how you stayed so gorgeous through it.. he was scared.

Causing havoc was a popular hobby for the VKs, and you usually did it alone. But after an invite from Mal, you couldn't pass it up. You all split up across the isle, ruining the peace.. or what was left of the peace.

As you climbed onto an iron shelter, the soles of your boots slamming down on it as everyone around you basically sunk down onto your knees in praise, you noticed someone else.

Beady little dark brown eyes looking up at you from between the railings, in pure awe. White hair disheveled from running around and his freckled cheeks pink from watching you. He truly was adorable.