Okay, so this song is longer than Cruella de Vil's (similar story that can be seen as a companion but you don't have to read it to understand this one-shot) which made it a little harder to cut it up into sections.
Disclaimer: I don't own Descendants or the song written by Kevin Quinn & Randy Petersen and sung by Jonathan Freeman.
I must admit,
Your parlor tricks are amusing
I bet you've got a bunny
Under your hat!
Jafar had never approved of the stuff Jay brought him. It didn't matter how great it was, how expensive, how magical it once was. It was never good enough for the ex-Vizir.
Nothing would ever be good enough. Not compared to Jafar. After all, the man had once stolen a lamp, a kingdom, even a princess.
With the help of a Genie of course. The Genie to be exact. Hagar became the greatest wizard of all, the Sultan, and he even became a Genie himself for a short period of time.
It didn't matter that there was no magic, no talking birds, no street rat to do the dirty work for him, nothing Jay could do would ever make his father proud of him.
Now here's your chance
To get the best of me,
Hope your hand is hot!
C'mon, clown,
Let's see what you've got!
The young boy had been taught from an early age the art of thieving and scamming. He learned from the best of the best villains on the Isle of the Lost.
Jafar (duh)
Maleficent (the most Wicked of them all)
Cruella De Vil (formerly one of the best)
The Evil Queen (better than Cruella)
Each and every day Jay worked hard on stealing the best things he could find. Heck, he even found a few lamps if he was lucky. They weren't magical, or if they were the Barrier kept the Genies from appearing. But it was all worth it for Jafar's brief moments of attention.
You try to slam me
With your hardest stuff
But your double whammy
Isn't up to snuff
Those moments were far too short for Jay's taste. Mostly because of the lectures that followed about how at Jafar's age he'd stolen this or that, accomplished some deed or another and earned a title through trickery and deceit.
It made Jay want to scream in frustration. That never did any good though. All that happened was Jay had to live on the streets for a few days before coming back to that cramped apartment where the closest thing to a bed was an old carpet.
The irony always made Jay smile, no matter how bad his day was. Besides, he always had his friends. Although he never referred to them like that. Friends didn't really exist on the Isle.
I'll set the record straight
You're simply out of date
You're only second rate!
You think your cat's a meanie,
But your tiger's tame
You've got a lot to learn
About the genie game
Mal, Evie, and Carlos were good for Jay. Mal was a little cold and antisocial unless she wanted something, but with a mother like hers, no one could blame the purple-haired girl. She helped him refine his skills, mostly the ones where he had to distract his victims while robbing them blind.
Evie helped design clothes that him warm in the cold season with plenty of pockets to fill with loot. She was the smartest of the bunch and was always thinking ahead, especially when it came to escape plans in case he accidentally pickpocketed someone who knew a thing or two about self-defense.
And Carlos...that boy was something else. He wasn't exactly villain-material, at least, not until Jay gave him some street smarts. And while he'd never let the son of Cruella find out, Jay may have told the rougher V-kids to cut him some slack.
Which was Villain slang for leave him alone or you're dead meat. Jay took of care of others even if his father never took care of him. Even if he wasn't first rate.
So for your education,
I'll reiterate
You're only second rate!
Men cower at the power
In my pinky
My thumb is number one
On every list
No one ever doubted Jafar's power. He had to be one of the most dedicated villains ever. He spent years kissing up to the Sultan, putting up with his spoiled daughter, trying to find the Cave of Wonders, then find the diamond in the rough.
He almost won too. Except for the fact that the darn street urchin tricked him into becoming a genie. Jay always wondered if his dad would have to go back into a lamp should the Barrier ever come down. And whether or not Jay would have genie powers too.
It gave him a little bit of comfort to think that maybe one day he'd be the one with power instead of his father. If Jafar had to go into his lamp, which was in the Museum located in Auradon, then Jay would be in control for once.
But if you're not convinced
That I'm invincible,
Put me to the test!
I'd love to lay this rivalry to rest!
Go ahead and zap me
With the big surprise
Snap me in a trap,
Cut me down to size
I'll make a big escape
It's just a piece of cake
You're only second rate!
Whether Jay would actually free his father was something the boy had grappled with ever since these thoughts first entered his head.
Mostly because Jay didn't have a lamp of his own. Even if he had Genie-like powers, he didn't have the bonds or the lamp that went with it.
If he didn't, he could just use his father's lamp to control Jafar and get powers. But he'd be smart about it. Jay would wish for the powers without the enslavement that came with it.
It may have been wrong to dream about things like that, but no one could blame Jay. Or any other villain kid in similar positions. They were just doing what they were taught to do: do whatever it takes to become powerful and evil. Even if it meant hurting others.
You know, your hocus-pocus
Isn't tough enough
And your mumbo-jumbo
Doesn't measure up
Let me pontificate
Upon your sorry state
You're only second rate!
Zaba-caba-dabra!
Granny's gonna grab ya!
Alakazam-da-mus
Not his friends though. Never his friends. Well, acquaintances. Like we said earlier, friends don't exist on the Isle.
However, they were Jay's partners in crime. Literally.
They didn't have to say it to know that they would always look out for one another. Family wasn't really a thing either, but if it was, then that's what Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay were.
The four future-villains never compared themselves to each other. They got enough of that at home with their own parents. Jay always felt a little guilty for being happy that he didn't have Maleficent as his mother. Sure, his dad was horrible (hence this fanfic), but he knew it was nothing compared to what Mal had to endure.
And this thing's bigger than the both of us!
So spare me your tremendous scare!
You look horrendous in your underwear!
And I can hardly wait
To discombobulate
But sometimes it sure did feel that way. Jafar loved to one-up his son. He'd brag to Jay about a find of his, which nine times out of ten were items Maleficent or the Evil Queen had given him because they were doing spring cleaning.
His store was basically filled with items Jay or Jafar had stolen and then charged the original owners twice the price they were worth to get them back.
There were times when the customers yelled at Jafar and demanded to get their stuff back for free. When that happened, he'd push Jay in front of him to take the heat while he dealt with the "nice" customers.
Maleficent never did that.
I'll send ya back and packing
In a shipping crate
You'll make a better living
With a spinning plate
You're only second rate!
Leaving for Auradon taught Jay a valuable lesson. If it meant being on top, his dad would do anything. Including sending his son away from the only home his boy had ever known.
It also taught Jay that there was more to life than what he'd learned on the Isle. People in Auradon didn't just survive; they thrived. Parents loved their kids there. Not everyone was out to get you (except for Chad and Audrey but they changed. A little).
And no one there ever called second anything. In fact, they thought he was better than his dad because he chose to be good. There was no greater feeling in the world than knowing that Jay was worth something to people, not just second rate.
AN: Hope you guys enjoyed. Two more, one for Evie's mom and one for Mal's. Might be a week or two before I post them though.
- Kitkat Out!