PROLOGUE
The life of a minion is not easy. This is probably due to the fact that minions are constantly being changed to fit the story they are being placed in. They have no identity, for they are always recreated to be whatever random peon is needed for the forces of good to defeat. After every story ends, a minion would sink into a dark pit and lose all consciousness, only to reawaken a new being for a brand new story. Not once would they ever experience a happy ending. They never had the chance to be happy themselves.
How is this possible? Simple really…for after every story the forces from above would take the defeated minion and force it into a special mannequin. The mannequin would be shaped to be the new evil being and they would be driven to play their part, which is to be defeated and forgotten. Yet for one special minion things were different. A malfunction perhaps? Who really knows, but he had a mind of his own. He woke up in front of a blank mannequin, and he took it for himself. It took a while for him to decide what to do with it and with himself, after all it was the first time he ever had control of himself. As he was figuring out his life, he watched minions like him be constantly defeated, causing the blood to boil in his veins. Why was it that there were always happy endings for everybody but minions like him? How come minions couldn't have happy endings? That is when the idea came to him. The mannequin! He could CREATE the perfect prince! That way HE could have a happy ending for once. Yes…it was perfect. All he needed to do was collect the parts to set up the mannequin. Yes…this could work…if he did this then HE could live happily ever after.
This is not a happy story. Nope…not at all. If you were expecting a happy story, this is not the story to be reading. This is a dark and twisted story…a story of death.