This story is essentially just a number of one-shots that feed into my main story KND: Galactic Endgame. Each chapter centers around a different villain so, yeah. Mr. Boss.

What is the definition of evil, I thought to myself. What would one call true evil? A man who steals from the poor? A man who would knowingly commit a crime without any remorse? Or is it when a group of children knowingly insight anarchy into your household? You see, it is a matter of 'perspective'.

They call, rather, 'called' me Mr. Boss, I thought as I walked through the halls of my current place of work. You see, I used to be the top dog around ones I, to an extent, would call 'colleagues'. I personally would never be caught dead with a number of them, but, we all had something in common, something that would ultimately force us to work together. We couldn't stand kids.

Kids. Children. Demon spawns. I hated them. I thought as I passed by a portrait of myself. On my spare time, I would make their lives as miserable as possible. Like I said, it's all a matter of perspective. People would call me a monster for the things I did, but I'm as guilty as the ones they would say I have harmed.

Besides, I continued to think as I straightened my tie, that was the old me. I got married one day, sweet gal I met during a business trip. I was on top of the world, but then, the unthinkable happened, I had a kid. A daughter to be precise. You could only imagine how I felt at first. It was when my little girl was born that I got around to the idea of being a father.

She was my little girl, my princess. I saluted a member of the secret service. She showed me the other side of the coin. It was all a matter of perspective you see. I used to be the top dog, having kids changed that, I grew soft. I became number two. I still am number two.

"Mr. Vice President." The secret service agent greeted me as I walked past. It wasn't every day you become the second most powerful man in the United States. When my associate, Benedict Uno, came to me with his proposal, I thought he was joking. He wasn't. He became the president, the new 'Father of America'.

I can proudly say we did some good, but the bottom line is that this entire operation has been a means to an end. Benedict wants nothing more than the death of his nephew, a routine thorn in our side, Nigel. I'm personally all for wiping the little snot out of existence, but, Benedict's plans are just…not my style.

The destruction of all children everywhere. Even if kids are annoying, they cry and whine, they bother you at work and routinely plaque you with having to go to their after school programs…but children are a beautiful thing, my daughter showed me that, my kids showed me that.

Now, what is true evil? I asked myself as I opened the door of my office. Much to my surprise, there was a teenage girl with red hair reclined in my chair.

"Howdy Mr. Vice President." She said coolly.

"What do you want?" I asked, not surprised at the appearance of some teen with presumably ties to the KND.

"On behalf of Numbuh Infinity, I come to you to ask a question and make an offer." She leaned forward behind my desk.

"Before I call for the secret service to come in here and detain your sorry butt, but hey, I'm in somewhat of a good mood. Humor me." I said confidently.

"Do you love your children?" She asked.

I frowned of course. I could lie and throw her off, I could make it seem like I wasn't interested in her mind games, heck I shouldn't even be talking to her, I should just shout right now. But…I am in somewhat of a good mood. "Yes."

"Fine." She spoke calmly. "Now, how would you like to save your daughter, to save your sons? To help u stop Benedict from killing everyone you care about, to stop him from killing every kid in existence?"

What is true evil? I asked myself once more. Now, it is after all a matter of perspective. And in my eyes, True Evil looks like Benedict Uno. "I'm in."