Daphne Tremaine's POV

Daphne blinked once, then twice. Where was she? The last time she remembered was jumping into that portal everyone else. She stood up, disoriented, glancing around. "Where the hell am I?" Daphne muttered, rubbing the back of her head. The weather was humid and rather hot, even if she was indoors. "Holy shit, am I in a palace?" Glancing around, she spotted the words Agrabah above the large doors. Wait, am I in Nimer's story?

Going off of that, she assumed the others were all mixed up in each other's stories. What Giles had instructed them was simple after they half-decoded his babbles—find a neatly tied scroll and bring it back.

No further instructions, but Ali Nimer's legacy couldn't possibly be that hard, right?

Daphne opened the doors, suddenly blinded by blaring lights. She shielded her eyes as flashes went off, clicks and yells making her ears ring. She was immediately pulled outside by someone, surrounded by a horde of people. A dozen people were yelling at her, asking her nonsensical questions.

"What's your political opinion?" someone demanded.

"Miss, Miss, look over here!" another cried out.

Daphne was completely swarmed by the paparazzi as she tried to recover from the lights. What the hell is going on? "Excuse me, I need to go and—"

"How will you help better Agrabah?" a woman asked.

"Well, uhm—"

"The crime rates are higher than ever, what's your approach?"

"Listen to the poor, look at the poverty around us!"

She was overwhelmed when her eyes caught on a scroll sitting by a camera stand in the far distance. Daphne pushed through the crowd of people, practically swimming. Her hands were slick with sweat as random citizens pressured her to speak and photos were taken rapidly. All of a sudden, someone yanked on her hair, making her stagger. Then Daphne lost it, spinning around. "Don't fucking touch me, you bastard," she spat, prodding their chest with her finger. "None of you have a speck of respect for me, so I can't imagine that you hold any self-respect for yourself."

With the paparazzi momentarily silent and stunned, Daphne used it as an opportunity to shove past them and run towards the camera stand. She dropped to the ground, snatching up the scroll. Almost instantly, her body started to feel tingles and materialize.

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Ali Nimer's POV

"Well, this isn't so bad," Ali said to himself, leaning against the steering wheel of the Jolly Roger. He was in Holton's story, and the scroll was conveniently placed on the floor, right by the feet. He scooped it up, pocketing the scroll. Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched yowl. What the hex...?

Ali rushed over to the railing, seeing a crocodile chase after a certain tiger cub. "Shit—no, Bal!"

Bal must have accidentally teleported into Holton's story with Ali! There was no way he was letting that cute, scary baby tiger get eaten by a crocodile. Ali climbed down from the Jolly Roger and started to run after Bal on the shore, his feet crunching under the sand. God, I'll never live this down if Grandpapa sent me a pet tiger only to have him dead in ten minutes! Ali thought as he ran to the sides, cutting off the crocodile and diving for Bal, scooping him up. "You are a very mischievous tiger," Ali scolded Bal, poking his head. "And also—shit, crocodile!" He had almost forgotten that a deadly reptile was nipping at his pants.

So that's how Ali Nimer ended up hoisting a pet tiger onto his shoulders as he ran away from a crocodile across the beach of Neverland. A truly humorous sight! Now, who's going to tell him that he can just, you know, go back to the portal now that he claimed his scroll?

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Frederick Pan's POV

"How the actual fuck does Vanya run in these?" Frederick exclaimed to himself as he trotted in six-inch glass slippers, trying not to fall down the flight of stairs from Prince Charming's castle. Stuck in Vanya Ella's story, the clock had just struck midnight. The prince called after Frederick—who was dressed in a tight blue dress that made him look clownish—chasing him down the stairs.

"Dude, take a hint!" he shouted at the prince. "Piss off!"

Frederick was used to doing aloof pranks in school as he was the class clown, but this was taken to the extreme! He spotted a scroll at the end of the stairs, right next to the infamous pumpkin carriage. Oh, here we go! Once Frederick was close enough, he dove onto the ground and snatched up the scroll. His back hurt as hell, but the better news was that he had the scroll now. All of a sudden, the large pumpkin carriage started to vibrate uncontrollably. "What the fuc—"

No swearing, Frederick!

Suddenly, the carriage exploded, the pumpkin parts flying everywhere. Frederick was instantly covered head-to-toe in pumpkin guts, sticky and icky. "You gotta be kidding me," he muttered. God, if Violet was here, she'd laugh and take a photo before dumping a bucket of water to wash it off.

Alright, that was enough for the day.

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Violet Bell's POV

"You come back here, Frederick Peterson Pan's shadow!" Violet shouted, chasing the outline of Frederick's shadow throughout Neverland's forest. The Shadow was running off in the distance with the scroll that Violet needed to get for Giles. "For crying out-loud—" She came to a halt, out of breath and panting. Oh God, she thought as she tried to catch her breath. Ever since she started to disappear, she got tired more easily. Please don't tell me I'm dying.

She swallowed hard, gasping. Violet didn't know what to do, it wasn't like she could tell anyone. Not her friends, and especially not Frederick. She didn't want to take away his freedom, he was the stupid kind of brave like that. Just wait it out, she thought. Your wings haven't started to decay yet, so maybe you'll stop disappearing.

Violet took off again, but strayed away from the path. When they were kids, the Neverland kids would spend their days running through the forest and marking shortcuts on a poorly drawn map. "In my defense, I was never taught how to draw properly," Tristan would say, shrugging.

She took a sharp turn, running straight into the Shadow. They tumbled to the ground, the scroll flying out of his hand. "Yes!" Violet whispering, grabbing the scroll of paper. Before she could escape, a hand snaked around her ankle and pulled her back. "Oh, fuck off, Shadow! I'll get Frederick to sew you shut next time!" she threatened sarcastically.

Finally, she was freed and she scrambled to her feet. Violet swept her fingers through her dishevelled hair and pocketed the scroll. Time to go, she thought, and I really have warned Freddie to sew Shadow properly.

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Vanya Ella's POV

She woke up in an armchair, disoriented and exhausted. Vanya sat up, rubbing her eyes as she looked around. She was in a living room, and there was an old woman standing in front of her, hands clasped. Gray hair, dark green eyes, and a wicked frown. Lady Tremaine, Vanya recalled from what her mother told her. Oh shit, I'm in Daphne's story.

To Vanya's horror, there was a knife in Lady Tremaine's hand. The old lady approached, a lazy smile growing as Vanya sank into the chair. "The prince is coming with the glass slipper," the woman said airily, brandishing the blade. "Just a cut of your heel, my dear. Think of everything you'll earn for us."

"No, I'm not doing that—"

"Oh, but we need a yes! We can't let the prince get to Cinderella, can we?"

"No, no, no," Vanya whispered, frozen in place. She had nightmares of this, enduring the same abuse that her mother did during her legacy. But this? Oh, this was to the extreme. She needed to get out now.

Before warning, Lady Tremaine pounced like a feline, clamping a hand over Vanya's mouth and pulling her down. Vanya let out a muffled screech, squirming as the blade got closer to her bare foot. She felt the knife grazing her slightly.

What the hell was wrong with Daphne's family?

Vanya jerked her knee up, hitting Lady Tremaine in the chin. The blade dropped to the floor and she used it as an opportunity to escape. She took off to the halls, hearing the old woman's screams of profanity. Okay, okay, where are those scrolls? Vanya glanced around the house as she ran. Poor living conditions, stacks of dirty dishes, and more; was this where Cinderella grew up? Maybe this was why her mother constantly wanted Vanya to be perfect, so she'd never have to live in this awful dump.

Suddenly, her eyes caught on the scroll at the top of the staircase. "Come back here!" Lady Tremaine's voice blared, arriving from behind Vanya. Vanya raced up the stairs as the old woman hollered, gripping the blade. "It's your destiny! This is your destiny!" Tremaine screamed, her eyes wide with rage. Vanya reached the top of the stairs, grabbing the scroll. As she started to materialize, the last thing she saw Lady Tremaine was glaring daggers at her, still at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the blade close to her chest.

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Holton Hook's POV

"Of course, I'm a fairy," Holton grumbled, a pair of wings attached to his back. Stuck in Violet Bell's fairytale, what was he supposed to do? Throw around a bunch of pixie dust? Bullshit. Holton wandered through Neverland, looking for the scroll. Unlike the other Neverland kids, he had never really been to his homeland. He spent most of his days on the Jolly Roger travelling the world with his dad and Smee. Well, until Captain Hook dumped Holton off at the Village of Bookend and took off.

Jackass of a dad.

Holton noticed a bundle of papers stuck up in a tall tree. How in the world will I climb up there? Then it occurred to him that he had fairy wings. Of course... After a few fruitless attempts of jumping in the air, the wings fluttered and he floated. "Holy hex," he muttered, realizing how difficult it was to maneuver the wings. Shit, he didn't give Violet enough credit. Though, he would never say that to her.

"Bloody hell—" Holton swore under his breath. Finally, he managed to grab the scroll off the branch and chills went down his spine. Suddenly, he materialized and a golden glow blinded him. When he reopened his eyes, he was back at Heritage Hall with the others standing over him. Thank God, the wings had disappeared. "I got the scroll."

Frederick nodded. "We all did. Hey, that means we can uncurse Giles now!"

Daphne cleared her throat. "Actually, I was thinking that we could do that tomorrow morning. Tonight is Family Night, it's a big deal." Big deal, huh? For someone as shitty as Daphne Tremaine, it was shockingly impossible to find dirt on her. While it meant sound creepy as hell, Holton spent his days researching everyone's backgrounds. Felons? Done. Criminal charges? Done. Past dating history? None of Holton's concern, but done. It was as if Daphne's history disappeared off of the face of the earth.

Disappeared...

Hm, Holton would look into that.

"So, I'll be safe-keeping all of the scrolls." Daphne took all the scrolls from everyone's hands, tucking them into her pockets. Bal sat on the floor, swaying his tail. His tongue was stuck out a bit, and the cub looked so damn innocent unlike Daphne's hellcat, Lucifer. That little cat bit Holton's ankle! "Tomorrow, we'll meet up at the Vault of Lost Tales, alright?"

"Are we all going to Family Night?" Violet asked.

"Ew, no," Holton and Frederick said in unison.

Violet scoffed. "Both of you are too dense. Tonight, Snow White is showcasing her infamous Booking Glass. The rare artifact that captures whatever its owner says to? And not to mention, it's Snow White, Apple's mom! The actual Queen of Book End is coming to our school!"

Holton rolled his eyes. "And she'll play right into Grimm's hand."

A/N: I pinkie promise that more couple-centered chapters will come out soon, starting with Daphne & Ali and then Winter & Raven and yada yada. I'm so prepared to bring out the angst...