Hey guys! Sooo, I know I really have to finish other stories but this popped into my mind. And yes, this story is all about (the not so) Horrible Morrible. I don't know if someone did this already, so please don't be mad if you thought I stole this idea, which I didn't. Oh, and I don't know if this will be updated fast (Two words: School and tests), but I try to update this when I have the time. So, read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I OWN ALL OF IT! MWAHAHA YOU HEARD ME, ALL OF IT! (Nope, don't own anything...)
Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? I think all of you people agree that Elphaba Thropp had wickedness thrust upon her, for it was I who called her wicked. But then there's one question: If you think that, why doesn't that count for me? Do you think I'm born wicked? Do you think I like to be wicked? Well, the answer is no. I know that you don't like me, no, hate me, and I know that you all call me names behind my back: The fish, Horrible Morrible, old hag, fishy and so on. But, may I ask, what do you really know about me and how? Do you know me as the one who puts too much makeup on her face? Do you know me as the headmistress of Shiz? Do you know me as the villainess of this story? Or do you know me as the cruel person who gave Elphaba the name: the Wicked Witch of the West?Well, I can't say that you are wrong, for I have done and am these things, but please try to understand, I have a heart and I have reasons for my deeds.
I am Madame Morrible, and I shall now share with you:
My story of how I became Horrible Morrible.
-M
This was the Prologue, get ready for the real adventure! Also, should I write this in Morrible's point of view, or not? See ya in the next chapter!