From his tower he watched and waited. He wanted Evil to win. He knew that on it's own they would fail him, but he also knew one day a little reader girl would come. She'd be so spectacularly evil that she'd destroy Good, but she'd need help. He knew she would need successful villains to help carry out her plan, but where could he find one?

Frustrated, he threw his hands in the air, which resulted in a storybook to fall. The story landed wide open. When the man looked down, he saw the page that depicted a little girl melting a green witch. The man chuckled. He knew that that was not how the story truly ended.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. 'Nobody knows that, though,' he thought. The green witch actually did find a happy ending. Maybe her daughter would too... But not as the hero, as the villain.

An evil grin spread across the old man's face. He would make sure that Evil wins, even if it meant breaking the rules.