"Long way to go?" He threw the doll into the corner of the room. "I assure you, I'll be the worst kind of monster you'll ever see."

George wasn't normally a bad person, but when he awoke, it was with an awful anger that he wanted to take out and a disdain for all that he laid eyes on.

The doll jumped up and flicked its fingers, causing a jolt of electricity to pass through Scott's body. "Don't get too excited, you still have to maintain a good image, at least until the story's end."

"Noted." Scott said while trying to recollect himself, only to suddenly be electricated again, this time harder.

"And one more thing!" The doll approached him, its red eyes glowing brighter with each centimeter. "If you try to cross me ever again, you won't be the cause of this story's tragedy! I will! And you'll be my victim!"

To that, Scott only offered a thumbs up and a weak smile. "That maid will be coming, dress yourself as you said."

Scott nodded weakly as the red light in the doll disappeared and it fell to the floor. He struggled through the headache and got up to change out of his pajamas.

He heard a knock on the door and a voice calling out his name, it was the maid from earlier. He was gonna tell her off, but he supposed his brand of evil should be more sophisticated than bullying everyone who crosses his path, no matter what his heart desired.

"Hey, miss. I'm sorry for being less than a gentleman earlier," he said while putting on his trousers. Still lightheaded, he had trouble balancing. "It's just... I feel -uncomfortable exposing myself to others, ...especially women."

"No, sir. I- I- I'm the one at f-fault for making the suggestion, I too would be livid if a m - man had made it to me." the girl seemed flustered and nervous. "I could never hold your good morals against you."

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"Could you spare me your name?" He tried to add a sweet tone to his voice, while struggling to button his shirt. " I feel so embarrassed for forgetting, but I have to ask."

"Molly Miller, sir. My father is the chef." She gave a sigh of relief. before speaking. "Can I come in."

Scott looked at himself, he was decent-looking, but then he had an idea, He unbottoned his shirt to expose his not-so-impressive chest and said: "Wait up! I'll open the door."

He opened the door and saw a simple looking girl, She was short and looked even shorter standing next to his towering figure, her eyes were hazel and her hair was in a bun except for the few strands that were her bangs, but most importantly, she silently looked at him with a deep red covering her face.

He leaned close and said while they were feeling the heat of each other's breaths, "I'm sorry to have you wait for so long."

Her blush got deeper, and she began to sweat and stutter. She said something about him being her first priority, but he wasn't listening, and then she ran out in embarrassment.

That's good, he can seduce his way to getting a few minions. Now, back to the closet! This Scott guy had quite the wardrobe. He didn't settle for less than perfect. Too bad most of it won't fit for long.

To be an adequate villain, one must stand face-to-face against the protagonist. This frail body won't do!

He looked at the plate on his nightstand, a cup of coffee, a single cookie, and a cigarette. George used to whine whenever he had to second hand smoke even for a few seconds, but George is no more. He's Scott now! Scott smoked like it was air, and he lived long enough to have a mid-life crisis! All of George's constant yapping about maintaining his health gave him nothing but an early death during a holiday.

The perfect son, friend, and student, gone too soon! He put the cigarette on his lips. one drag to his early death, one for the wasted tuition, one for the love he never had, one for the boring teenage-hood, one for the bleak childhood, and as he went on to list his sorrows, he found that the cigarette was unable to catch up.

This man was a meal away from being an anorexic, or maybe he is one... He didn't ponder the idea, so he tasted the coffee. It tasted so bitter that it almost erased the memory of sugar from his brain. This guy is definitely anorexic.

He was still hungry, so he moved on to the cookie, He took a small bite and almost spat it out. It was no sweeter than the coffee and had a salty taste that had his stomach trying to jump ship. It was so disgusting that it made him disgusted by the thought of eating again, even breathing was revolting!

To take his mind off things, he began to search the room, and after some long searching, he found a few doctor's notes thrown in the trash.