#mystery the nunchuck wielding Turtle

[hannahhook7744]

You’re on Your Own, Kid (You Always Have Been);

Summary: The Badun Detective Agency founding members (and Elle) are used to being on their own. Here are just a few examples. Cowritten with @igetthedisneybox . Trigger warnings: child abuse, child neglect, child abandonment, swearing, mentioned child murder, animal abuse, car accidents leading to serious injuries, implied suicide, child labor, ableism, etc.

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The rain pelted the ground as the sky above thundered on.

Helga tightened her grip on the two baskets in her hand, making sure they didn’t slip. Despite her heavy load, she traversed the streets of the Isle with all the grace and poise of an assassin, until she finally made it to her destination.

Hell Hall.

Sneaking up the steps, she placed the two baskets on the doorstep, making sure the note was fully visible.

Her twin babies stared up at her, blinking innocently. Harold had the letter addressed to their father and the De Vil’s clutched in his chubby fist.

“Be good you two. But be sure to give them hell. God knows they’ll need it.”

“Ma—” Her daughter, Mabletrude, babbled happily. Reaching for her with one hand and clutching her little wooden doll in the other.

Helga felt a pain in her chest, but she ignored it. “Bye, little ones. Ma loves you.” She banged her fist on the door three times, then ran into the bushes, out of sight, but able to watch.

Harry watched her go and when he realized she wasn't going to come back and get them, he started to wail. 

Loud swearing could be heard from inside for a few minutes before someone finally answered the door. 

It took her a moment to recognize them.

“Hunter.” She breathed, almost wanting to come out of the bushes, to see her son. But she thought better of it. He would only be angry.

That is, if he even recognized her. They hadn't seen each other since before her Archer (his father) died more than nine years ago, after all.

The bleach blonde looked around confused for a moment before looking down—his brown eyes going comically wide before he hesitantly took them inside.

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The last thing Elle remembered when she woke up was the family car crashing and pain. Horrible, horrible pain in her back and legs that was nothing like she'd ever felt before in her long three years of life. 

Pain that was now completely gone. Replaced by a strange numbness that was completely overshadowed by how blurry everything in this strange, new, bright place was. 

“Mama?”

Her mother didn't respond or come running to her call. 

“Papa?”

Her father didn't either. 

So…Elle tried to get up, only to faceplant on the floor—causing the little brunette to start crying. 

A man and a woman, who had been standing outside the door talking to a nurse, came rushing in. “Are you alright, dear?”

“I want my mama!” Elle sniffled, trying to push herself to her feet—almost causing her to faceplant agan. 

The woman gently lifted her up and back onto the bed. “Honey…your mama had to go away.”

“Then I wants papa!”

The man winced. “Your papa had to go away too. I’m sorry, little one.”

“I wanna go home then!” Elle yelled, getting more and more frustrated. “I wanna go home!”

The woman sighed. “Dear…we’re gonna be taking you to our home for now.”

“Why?”

“Since your parents…someone needs to take care of you. We decided that we wanted to be the ones to take care of you.” Eric chimed in.

Elle made a face. Trying to understand. “I don't… I don't understands.”

“We know, Elle.” Ariel tried to soothe. “This is hard to understand. We’ll try and help you the best we can.”

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A loud bang rang out throughout the small area of land where the Bing circus was located, followed by an even louder, high-pitched scream. 

It came from Maximilian and Hermie Bing’s trailer. 

“Goodness, what was that?” Colette looked alarmed at the trailer.

Holt looked wary. “No idea. Should we go check it out?”

Colette looked at him like he was insane. “Somebody just screamed from our boss’s trailer. Yes we should go check it out!”

Holt got up, still wary and looked at the others: Mainly his two children—Joey and Milly. “You two stay here.”

Just then, the screaming got louder. 

Holt whirled around towards the sound. “That sounds like Hermie! Let’s go!” He began to run towards the sound.

“DADDY! DADDY!” The seven year old’s cries became clearer and clearer the closer he got. 

“Hermie!” Holt called out as he and Colette approached the trailer.

She didn't respond and just kept screaming. 

Bursting into the trailer, all they could see was the little brunette standing in the doorway to her dad's room. Her back to them. 

“Hermie? What’s wrong, what happened?” Colette approached the screaming girl cautiously. Only to immediately get a glimpse of some kind of red liquid on the floor. 

Colette tried to pull Hermie away from the door. “Holt, go get…somebody. Anybody. There’s…I think there’s blood…” She trailed off.

Holt didn't need to be told twice. 

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Jace sniffled, pressing the coldest thing he could find to his wrist. 

His mother hovered over him, unsure of what else she could do. “See? It’s not that bad. That’ll heal up nicely.”

“I hate her, mama.” the seven year old replied miserably. “And I hate him too.”

“Hate isn’t a very nice word, dear.” Katrina said through a wince.

“Well Cru-ella isn't nice either.” He huffed, defiant.

“I know, I know. But we have to be better than her.”

“Which isn’t hard.” She thought, but did not say.

“How can we be better if she kills us like she did the others?” Jace muttered. Grumpily.

Katrina blinked. She felt like all the breath had been stolen from her lungs. “What are you talking about?”

The smaller brunette squinted at her, clearly confused. “Whaddya mean what am I talking about? She killeds James and maybe the others too.”

James was Jace’s oldest half brother. 

It seemed like all she could do was stare. “Jacey? Please tell Mommy that you're joking. That this is a prank.”

He looked even more confused. “No… she pushed him down the stairs cause he wouldn't let her hit Hunter.”

Katrina tried to catch her breath. This was…she didn’t know how to deal with this. But first things first: Jace could not see her try and figure this out. “My, look at the time. It’s bedtime for Jacey.”

Jace grumbled. “Do I have to mama?”

“Yes. Good boys go to bed.” Just a few more minutes, and then she could break down. She could try and figure things out.

He huffed but went anyway, figuring that he could just spend more time with her in the morning.

But she wasn't there in the morning.

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Little Reza flapped his hands in excitement as he read the astronomy book he'd found.

“Cut that out!” His father snapped at him, looking up from his work.

The nine year old immediately shrunk away from him. 

“And that book is mine. Are you trying to steal from me, child?” His voice became dangerously low.

“N-no father, I found it in the barge. It's not your—”

“Give it here!” Tareq interrupted, holding out his hand. “You little thief! You should know better than to touch my things!”

“No! It's mine—”

In one fell swoop, Tareq had ripped the book out of Reza’s hands, while simultaneously shoving him backwards. He thumbed through the book, disgust on his face. “Bah. I got the newest addition years ago. Garbage.” He tossed the book onto his desk, high enough that Reza couldn’t reach.

Reza couldn't help but scowl. Forgetting where he was.

“What was that?” Tareq glared at his son.

The ravenette backed away. “N-nothing baba.”

“What did I say about that word?!” He shoved himself right near Reza’s face, teeth ground together.

The small boy backed away, hunching in on himself.

“Go to your room, and stay there. Think about what you have done.”

Reza did, but not before mumbling “I hate you.”

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Eddie stood outside of Hades’ Souvlaki at 4am. Waiting for it to open. 

Luckily for him, Fern Coachmen was opening that morning and spotted him out the window. “Uh hello? What are you doing out there?”

The little brunette perked up. “Are you still hiring?”

Fern looked left and right, seeing if the boy was alone. “Are you volunteering?”

“Yes ma'am!”

“How old are you?” She asked, concerned.

He peered at her with big brown eyes, tilting his head to the side slightly. He wore clothes several sizes too big, even by isle kid standards (reminding her of her younger brother, Warren) and his eyes were slathered in eyeliner, making him look loosely like a raccoon. “Does it matter?”

Fern felt her motherly instincts kick in. “I suppose not, it’s not like this is particularly dangerous work. What’s your name, dear?”

“Edmund Balthazar, but everybody calls me Eddie.” 

“Eddie.” She smiled warmly. “I’m Fern. Come on in, we can warm you up. Get you something to eat.”

“Does this mean I get the job?”  He asked, following her in without a second thought. Making her wonder if he was even an isle kid to begin with, because most children she knew—even ones younger than this boy looked, tended to be wary. 

“Sure thing. We’ll see what we can do with you.” She hesitated. “Do…do your parents know that you’re here?”

“Kinda. Mama’s memory ain't so great anymore but I'm sure daddy will remember I'm here. He would have come instead but he can't move good no more after his fall.” The brunette shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. 

Fern couldn’t remember much about the Balthazars. Her and Panic never paid much mind to Isle gossip. “I see. Well, as long as they’re…semi okay with it.”

“They are!”

She smiled again. “Well, welcome aboard, Eddie!”

He smiled sleepily at her, with bags under his eyes that were heavier than any child's should be. 

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Yzla cried and cried into the cat shaped pillow her father had brought her on his latest visit back to the isle. 

Miserable.

“Why so glum, little one?” Her father’s voice sounded from behind her.

“You know why.” She sniffed. 

Cedric sighed. “I know you don’t like it when I leave for work. But it’s only temporary. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“But you just got here. Do you really have to go? Grandmother's always meaner when you're gone and Zevon always acts worse!”

“I’m sorry, Yzzy. I really am. I’m sure you can talk with your mother about these things, maybe she can help with Zevon?” Azma was a lost cause, so Cedric didn’t bother mentioning her.

“Mom tries but Zevon is hard to handle.” Yzla scowled, grumpy. “And she's got her handful with grandmother. And the twins can only do so much– especially when Lil Yaz keeps riling her up.”

He sighed again, frustrated. “There’s nothing I can do, Yzla. If I don’t go to work, I don’t get money, and if I don’t get money, we can’t eat or do science anymore.”

“Just leave me alone.” The eleven mumbled. “I'll handle it myself, like I always do.” 

Cedric immediately regretted being snappy with his daughter, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood for apologies, so he decided to let her be. “I love you, Yz. I’ll be back before you know it.” He smoothed her hair.

She said nothing. Knowing there was nothing she could say that would better the situation.

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Sheldon the turtle took a look at his surroundings, very displeased.

He was surrounded. By garbage.

How uncivilized.

He tottered along on his little stubby legs, nosing around some compost wondering if anything was decent enough to eat. 

He hadn't eaten all day!

He was gonna starve if he didn't find something this instance.

Oh, his family was going to get bit when he got back home. 

“Don't worry! I'll save you!”

Sheldon looked up from his musings to find a human child—different from the one in his family—with a brown bowl cut for hair, and brown eyes, and baggy clothes, leaning over the edge of the barge.

He blinked at the human child, wishing he could tell him that he could save himself thank you very much.

But he couldn’t. Because he was a turtle.

The child squirmed, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he moved forward. A net in hand. “Don't be scared!”

“Eddie, who are you talking to you?” Another human  child asked from out of Sheldon’s line of sight. 

The first child ignored them. 

Sheldon barely had time to wonder if he was going to try and catch him with that net, before he was scooped up like a common fish!

Along with a pair of… what did his human call them? Nomchunks?...

“There we go! I got ya little guy. Don't worry. My friends and I will take real good care of ya!”

[dragoneyes618]

@hannahhook7744​ I was on a website that showed funny and creative yard signs, saw this, and thought immediately of your Mystery nunchuck wielding turtle.

[hannahhook7744]

Mystery's Application;

Name: Mystery the nunchuck wielding turtle. 

Known Aliases: None. He’s a turtle.

Nicknames or Other: My, Mys, Noir, and Tery.

Date of Birth or Best Guess: Unknown. He’s at least 6 years old though because we found him in the Barrages around that time.

Place of Birth: Auardon.

Favorite Color: Green.

Favorite Activity: Stealing and chewing up pens.

Favorite School Subject: Tall Tells and The Tellers Who Tell them.The classes put him right to sleep.

He also enjoys P.E because he gets to hit Gaston with him nunchucks.

Father's Name (or alias): Unknown.

Mother's Name (or alias): Unknown.

Father's Profession: None. His father was a turtle.

Mother's Profession: None. His mother was a turtle. 

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer. 

Carlos. He’s the only one Mystery met and didn’t bite (he never met Evie).

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auardon. There is no wrong answer.

Mystery wants to come to Auardon because it’s where he is originally from and because he misses the grass and the fresh veggies and fruits.

And maybe so he can get revenge on whatever asshole threw him away.

Signature:

Mystery can’t write. He’s a turtle. 

[hannahhook7744]

Mystery the Turtle info;

Information on my original character, Mystery the nunchuck wielding turtle, from my disney descendants au "The Badun Detective Agency."

Mystery's full name as given by the B.D.A is Mystery Conundrum Noir.

He is at least six years old by the time the barrier is brought down.

He primarily eats lettuce.

He lives in a cardboard box habitat that the B.D.A made and decorated for him.

Contents of the box: Tiny pictures taped to the wall, a rock food bowl, the gold nunchucks he was found near, a tiny TV, a tiny circular bed, a grim figurine added, and a little Barbie pool for him to swim him.

He is part snapping turtle.

The box is decorated on the outside to look like a house.

The B.D.A take turns taking him home and taking him on walks.

He has a Detective badge too. On his collar.

It's a black collar with a gold and silver badge.

Mystery has a colorful personality. So much so that the agency thinks he might not be a normal turtle.

He actually uses the nunchucks by picking them up with his mouth.

He has a staring problem.

He also has a miniature cerberus figurine.

[hannahhook7744]

Senior Ball Outfits For the main bda Members Including Elle ?

Jelle (Jace Badun x Princess Elle Athanasiou):

Heddie (Hermie Bing x Eddie Balthazar):

Rela (Yzla Sorcerer x Reza Vizer):

Harry Badun and Mystery Condrum Noir the Nunchuck Wielding Turtle:

The Picture Edits:

[hannahhook7744]

Tiger Lily x Lampwick hc:

They have discussed adopting a turtle. They think it could be fun to add a water pet to their little menagerie. And turtles seem fairly easy to take care of, they just have to make sure they keep an eye on them.

you and The BDA's Thoughts ?

*Taps Microphone*

The Badun Detective Agency would like to note for a record that turtles are a lot harder to take care of than you think and that should do your research before getting one.

They'd also like to note that you should maybe don't, because if all turtles are like their turtle: Mystery Condrum Noir the nunchuck wielding turtle, then it'll be scarier than you thought.

*Dodges nunchucks thrown at their head*

[hannahhook7744]

Badun Detective Agency Picrews;

Harry Badun, son of Helga Sinclair and Horace Badun.

Jace Badun, son of the strong woman and Jasper Badun.

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia, daughter of Cedric the Sorcerer of Enchancia and Yzma.

Reza Vizer of Agrabah, biological son of Tareq Vizer of Agrabah (the former royal astronomer of Agrabah) and Maji of Agrabah (harem girl). Adoptive son of Sadira of Agrabah and Mozenrath.

Hermie Bing, daughter of Miss Atlantis and Maximilian Bing (The Ringmaster)(in normal form and clown form).

Eddie Balthazar, son of Sarah Brown and Edgar Balthazar.

Mystery Noir the nunchuck wielding turtle.

Picrews I used: 1 and 2.

[hannahhook7744]

Badun Detective Agency Detective Profile (Mystery Noir):

Name: Mystery Conundrum Noir.

DOB: Exact date is unknown but it was around at least 6 years ago.

Status: Living.

Last Known Address: Carlos’ treehouse behind Hell Hall. 

Previous Address: Somewhere in Auradon. 

Country of Origin: Auradon.

Race: Mixed turtle breed.

Gender: Male.

Dental:? (Profiler does not know what dental is and thus cannot answer the question). 

Height: 4 to 6 inches.

Weight: 5.8 oz. 

Hair color: N/A.

Eye color: Black.

Languages: Turtle speak.

Title: The Mascot, The Snapper, and the Nunchuck wielding turtle.

Identifiable markings: Black, brown, and biege circles on shell.

Family: Hadie Olympian of the Underworld (Owner)(Living),

Hermie Bing (Owner)(Living),

Eddie Balthazar (Owner)(Living),

Reza Vizer of Agrabah (Owner)(Living),

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia (Owner)(Living),

Harry Badun (Owner)(Living),

And Jace Badun (Owner)(Living).

Education: N/A.

Employment: N/A.

Badun Detective Agency Employment: Mascot and Detective.

Skills/abilities: Stealth, breaking and entering, dancing, limited martial arts, climbing, etc.

Signature:

Agent is a turtle and therefore cannot write.

Notes:

—Agent is a turtle and thus cannot do much.

—Agent is good at offering moral support.

—Agent is good at sneaking around.

—Agent is excellent at self-defense and knows some martial arts.