Hello, the name is cruel. Cruel Elliot De Ville. I'm Jasper and cruellas son. I got the name from my mother, cruella de ville. Yes, my father named me. Someday, perhaps one day, I will change my name, my black and white hair and my style. .. my parents are amazing. They always seem to find there way back towards each other. Hopefully I'll meet someone or something.
Somehow, in this whole good mess, my mom has a sister named, Priscilla~ but her and I are the same age~ we are both around 15-16 years old roughly speaking.
Anywho, now enough of my blabbering.
When my mother and father, and uncle horace walked in they had this girl, with pretty long red and black hair . "Mum, dad, shit , your home? "
Jasper hugged his son: yes we are home, son.
Priscilla: *shyly waves at me*
Cruella: this is your.. your new friend priscilla
yes, she would have been my aunt, but she later on became my best friend and I think bc we weren't fully related and there was a huge age difference between cruella and herself it didn't matter. I looked at her and I .... I- I think I love her, but I'm not so sure.
She seems to like- talk about this other dude. Not sure why or who they are but... for some unknown reason, she never mentions his name. So this dude kinda seems to have a bad rep- ya know?
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Mother Dearest (a cruella fanfiction/ 101 Dalmatians/ a future cruella sequel )
FanfictionMother Dearest is about the aftermath of how cruella faked her own death thus, she faked Estalla's death which was her old dying personality. Now seeking her own fortune aka Estella's fortune money that mummy's given her, she now has all the freedom...
