Living in the Isle of the Lost would be considered a curse by most. Perpetual darkness, always-dreary days, stealing, bartering; all the fancy-schmancy kids in Auradon would keel over if they so much as stepped foot on the Isle. But you and the VKs called it home sweet home. You, Evie, Jay, and Carlos have been close ever since day 1. But the one you were closest with was your other half, Mal.

You and Mal went out the most, caused the most trouble when it was just you two. Graffiti galore, being chased by the makeshift vigilantes in the Isle, stealing and ducking into back alleys, laughing your asses off all the way. Even though you got the short end of the stick living in the Isle, it was made better by the fact that Mal was by your side. When you both returned back to your shared hideout that night, Evie looked at you with a "concerned mom" look as usual. Jay and Carlos just make funny faces and gestures at you both. One thing they all know is that you and Mal got up to no good, and then some.

"Where the hell did you guys go? It's midnight, you know about this damn curfew." Evie tries to look unimpressed, but the smirk reveals her real emotions. You're just doing what they always do, classic VK fashion. What you did was basically in your DNA. "Whatever, at least you got good stuff. Are those the eyeshadow palettes I wanted? Gimme." Mal rolls her eyes and hands the bag over. She glares at Jay and Carlos playfully and they turn around quick with fleeting chuckles. You go upstairs to put everything away, and Mal leans on the wall, saying "Seriously, though. What do you guys THINK we do out there other than fool around?" Evie, Jay, and Carlos give each other smug looks, and Evie speaks up. "Ohh, nothing, girl. But you gotta admit, you guys are attached at the hip. Maybe even more than the hip at this point." Mal facepalms and chuckles "You know what? I'm not engaging in any of this. I'm going to bed." She smiles and waves good night before heading straight for your room.

You're placing the fruits of your night all around your room with your headphones on, listening to music. Mal saunters in and sits on your bed with an amused expression. You take your headphones off when she speaks, "Displaying the products of our heists, huh? We hit the jackpot today, I guess."