It's been a while since I've published anything, feels kinda weird. I watched Descendants on friday, and I admit it was probably the cheesiest dcom I've ever seen. But I mean, I liked it, it was good. Plus, the entire time I couldn't get over Jay and Carlos. I swear, they're in love. Anyway, I got inspiration to do this story because I fell in love with Carlos' character and I felt like he didn't really get as big of a story as the others. I mean, his story with Dude was practically it. So, this is basically Descendants retold from Carlos' perspective, but written in the third person. I hope you enjoy!


It was like any other day on the island. Clouds loomed overhead, the soft wailing of a baby could be heard in the distance, and everyone on the streets either had a sneer or grimace on their face. Needless to say, the Isle of the Lost wasn't the nicest place in the world, but to Carlos it was home.

He woke up that morning to his mother's cackling in the next room over. He could hear her muttering nonsense to someone who was most likely the dog skin she wore around her shoulders. Carlos sighed and sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. His mother would be leaving the house in no time to go find her other villain friends, leaving Carlos to do whatever he wanted for the day, which of course, was fine by him. He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the bright morning light creeping through his window.

Stretching, Carlos rolled out of bed to start his day. The thing was he had no idea what this day had in store. He was completely clueless to the life-changing task he was about to take on. So he simply pulled on his clothes and tried to make it out of the house without his mother demanding he do some stupid chore for her, just like he did every morning.

Also like almost every morning, the first place Carlos went was Jay's house. Jay had a habit of sleeping in late, which would be fine, except he got angry whenever he missed out on swiping a few things from the village first thing in the morning. So, Carlos took it upon himself to wake up Jay every morning; which was not an easy task.

Barely anyone was out that morning, but as Carlos walked down the street he saw a few people hurry around and a couple kids trying (and failing) to pickpocket an old man. The kids reminding him a little of when he and Jay were younger and less experienced. Chuckling to himself, Carlos put his hands in his pocket and turned the corner to find Jay's before him.

As he always did, Carlos snuck around the back finding a certain barely-cracked window. Pushing it open, he looked in to find Jay fast asleep, snoring lightly in his bed. Carlos smiled a little at the sight of his sleeping friend. Sure Jay would find it completely creepy if he ever found out, but what he didn't know wouldn't kill him. Besides, Carlos couldn't help it. The only time he ever found Jay in this peaceful of a state was when he was asleep. And although he could never admit it to himself, Carlos loved seeing him at ease, without a scowl or sneer on his face. It was even better when he was smiling, whenever Jay smiled, Carlos felt giddy in his stomach.

Shaking his head quickly, Carlos tried to rid those thoughts from his mind. It was weird and wrong, everyone told him that. But Carlos couldn't help it when Jay looked at him and his heart skipped a beat. Still, Carlos tried to shake off those feelings whenever he could. It was one thing to do something bad, but it was another to do something even a villain believed was wrong.

Carlos mentally scolded himself for staring at his friend while he slept. Swinging himself into the room, Carlos landed with a plop on the end of Jay's bed, causing Jay to bounce up a little. It was enough to get him to stir, which Carlos took as a victory. It often took forever to wake his best friend up.

"Jay, come on, get up," Carlos said.

The only response he got was Jay groaning and turning over in his bed, trying to face away from Carlos.

"Dude, come on," Carlos said shaking his shoulder a little, "The girls are probably already waiting for us."

Jay sat up slowly, clearly upset about being woken up (as he always was) and mumbled a quick fine. He shoved the covers off himself and got up stretching, letting his shirt rise a little over his midriff. Carlos's eyes quickly darted to the floor, knowing if he looked he would stare. He was just thankful Jay decided to wear sweats and a tee shirt to sleep; Carlos had had one to many blushing reactions to Jay getting up in just his boxers. Thankfully Jay had never noticed his reactions, nor had he ever noticed how Carlos always tried his hardest to stare at the floor whenever he changed.

Now was no different, Carlos's eyes were practically glued to the ripped up wood flooring of Jay's bedroom. When he risked a glance up, he was thankfully greeted by the sight of Jay fully dressed, pulling on his red beanie.

"Alright, let's go. Don't want to keep the girls waiting, slowpoke," Jay said smirking, running through his bedroom doorway, and no doubt trying to beat Carlos to the girls.

Carlos grinned at his friend's competitive attitude, Jay would never change.


Mal was spray painting one of the old factory walls as Jay was leaving his house. She was finishing up one of her 'Long Live Evil' logos, with Maleficent as the villain (of course). Adding the last few touches on the green flames, she grinned.

"They say I'm trouble, they say I'm bad," She sang as she jumped down from where she was painting. Shoving by two teens walking by she continued, "They say I'm evil and that makes me glad."

Jay was already out of his house and on his way to the village as he dropped down from the roof of an old building. Unlike Carlos, he took a higher route, hoping the shortcut would get him there faster. Traveling by roofs was not uncommon for him.

"A dirty no-good," Jay sang as he climbed down the latter of a building, "Down to the bone, your worst nightmare," He shoved an old barn door out of the way, already running into the building to get to the village. "Can't take me home."

Evie was already in the village, interrupting a few people's breakfast by walking on their table near the food market. "So I've got some mischief, in my blood," she jumped down, crawling under the bar that separated the eating area from the street, "Can you blame me? I never got no love."

Carlos ducked out of Jay's window, finally making his way to the village. "They think I'm callous, a low-life hood." He turned the corner by Jay's house again, passing one of the pickpocketing kids he saw earlier. As the girl tossed up her apple (which she must have managed to take from someone) Carlos snatched it away from her, continuing on his way, "I feel so useless, misunderstood!" He quickly took a bite from the apple, and then tossed it over his shoulder back to the girl.

Mal and Evie found each other, already beating the boys to their meeting spot, walking together down an alleyway, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest of them all? Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world,"

Jay, almost to their meeting place, continued on his way over roofs, and old construction beams. Carlos made his way through various buildings, not caring that he was disrupting the people around him. He had to beat Jay.

As Carlos had the village in sight, he also saw Jay sliding down a roof opposite of where he was. It almost didn't matter, they both ended up in the village at the same time with the girls.

"I'm rotten to the core, core, rotten to the core. I'm rotten to the core, core. Who could ask for more?" The four ran past several workers, tossing bags of who-knows-what into a cart, shoving a few down. "I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door. I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the core."

Mal ran past a few women doing their laundry, stepping all over it, while the others picked up metal bars that were lying around and banged them on whatever washing bin they could find. Running through a tunnel, they made their way to the main street, where all the shops and tents were.

"Call me a schemer. Call me a freak," Mal sang as she picked up one of her tossed aside spray cans that were littered all over the island and spray painted an 'M' on one of the tents, "How can you say that? I'm just... unique!"

"What, me? A traitor? Ain't got your back?" Jay snatched up a kettle from a table in the food market where he quickly entered, interrupting two people having a meal. "Are we not friends? What's up with that?"

Evie pushed her way through a tent full of scarves, pushing around some random guy, "So I'm a misfit, so I'm a flirt. I broke your heart? I made you hurt?"

Carlos, who had followed Jay into the food market, ran up onto a few shelves with baskets of food, kicking them off and taunting the people selling them. "The past is past. Forgive, forget. The truth is...You ain't seen nothing yet!" He jumped on a passing hay cart, laughing at the fuming women behind him whose apples he'd knocked to the ground.

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

He jumped off the cart, finding Evie, Mal and Jay in the next building over from the food market, which happened to be a kitchen. Jay climbed up a few stacked boxes grabbing onto a moving beam, as Carlos grabbed the rope attached to that, pulling it and swinging Jay across the room. The girls made their way toward the exit while Jay hoped down from the beam.

"Come on!" Carlos called, running with Jay back out to the street.

The four of them finally reached the street again and, with quite a few others, they broke out into a complicated dance (which wasn't uncommon for anyone on the Isle). There were many things Carlos was good at, but he liked to pride himself in his dancing. Dancing was one of the few things he could do better than his friends could. It was also one of the few things he enjoyed doing that wasn't completely evil.

"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, I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the core."

Their song ended with a final pose, once it was broken, Carlos found himself panting a little, but smiling. He looked at his friends, and they were the same. Except Mal, who spotted a baby with a lollipop and decided she could never be too tired to steal something from a baby. She held it up for the crowd, showing off her victory, and laughed. Carlos cracked a smile while the crowd laughed with her.

If there was one thing Carlos really enjoyed, it was messing with the whole village with his friends. There was just something about getting into trouble that made him feel… rotten to the core.