There are only so many times you can kick a puppy before it bites back, and this man was ready to attack. Day in and day out he had taken the abuse, the humiliation of every failed experiment weighing down on his shoulders. Pushed back into the corner by Lord Reinhardt and his pitiful guardsmen. They relished in his misery... This time they tipped the glass too far.

Dr. Junkenstein's anger overflowed and he was done sitting there like a dog beaten into submission. Always eager to please and help his fellow townspeople with his ideas. All his wondrous creations who's only intent was to make life better for everyone. He now sees that for things to be better for some, they must first be worse for others… and he was the other. The only joy anyone took in his work was making fun of and destroying it. Well, if they took so much pleasure in destroying his ideas, then he would get just as much from destroying theirs. That idea of a peaceful home and worry-free life. Soon he will take everything away from them, just like they had from him.

Now, the doctor could accept that not all his inventions worked out. Things go wrong, you just take another look at the drawing board. However, no one ever bothered to give him those chances. Once an invention failed it was cast aside. The people never supported his work. He could accept that, too. It was the way they rejected his ideas that lead to their downfall. His most recent failure was met with retaliation. Blind, uncalled for betrayal against all he tried to give.

Alone and suffering more loss than anytime before, the doctor was done making the world better. If they liked chaos so much, that is exactly what he will give. With this latest creation, they will have all the chaos they can handle… and he will have his revenge.

Currently, he stands alone in the remnants of his lab. The final preparations are coming together according to plan. With all the spare parts he could manage, the doctor had been experimenting far beyond the realm of possibilities. No more limitations, no more morals holding him back; this was going to be everything he had in him. Everything was in place. The doctor pulled the lever.

An overwhelming surge thundered through the various coils that twisted along the generator and toward the slab where a large mass rested. Sparks flashed from the bolts attached to a misshapen form of what seemed like a giant man. Flesh sizzled as the static penetrated the raw nerves. Large fingers twitched and muscles began convulsing with each jolt.

"Live!" The doctor screamed. This monster he had put together was his chance to show what he was really capable of. The ability to defy nature itself and become the creator, the bearer of life into what should have stayed buried under the earth.

"Live, damn you!" Excitement, rage, despair. Emotions pulsed through his core like the electricity within his monster. Was he actually capable of this feat? If this worked he would never be kicked down again. What if he was in over his head? The time for caution had passed and all he wanted was results. For this monster to open its eyes and burn this kingdom to the ground.

The monster began to lift from the table.

"Yes! Yes!"

The generator was reaching its limit and heat radiated from its source.

"Come on! Just a bit more…" He was so close. All the potential was there!

Suddenly, a explosion sent a plume of black smoke over the laboratory. The doctor had been knocked to the ground by the force, crashing down on his hands and knees. He looked toward the table hopefully… the monster lay still.

"NO! No, no, no! I was so close! DAMN IT ALL!" He punched the cold, stone ground. A sting of pain shot up his arm, but he didn't notice. All this had been for nothing after all… maybe they were right to call him a failure. He buried his face in hands, the heavy weight of his despair dragging him down. It was as though the ground was falling away beneath his feet, but there was nothing he could do to stop the fall. All of his efforts, all of his pain… worthless. Junkenstein felt his vision blur as the heat from tears burned at his eyes, threatening to fall. 'Pitiful, worthless tears', he thought.

He really wasn't meant to achieve anything. He was the joke everyone said he was after all… Just as he was considering frying himself on the same table as his latest failure, a dark presence suddenly made itself apparent. An obscuring haze fell all around the room. Lights popped and shattered, quickly replaced with the burning light of flames erupting out of nowhere, stunning the doctor, who fumbled on the floor and raised an arm to shield his face.

"What in the-?!" he blurted out.

Through squinted eyes, he watched the spontaneous blaze change shape and materialize into the form of a beautiful woman. Once the smoke had settled, Junkenstein found himself gawking at a lovely blonde woman with a sinister glint in her icy blue eyes. Her attire was just as wicked as the small smirk her lips made. A tall pointy hat, a tasteful dress, and spiky shoes accentuated her rather dangerous aura. She sat atop a broomstick which floated in midair a few feet above the ground. The doctor stared at her for an uncomfortably long time when finally he spoke up, still on the floor.

"Wh-who the hell are you?!"

The mystery woman chuckled, raising a seemingly dainty hand to her lips. Her voice disguised itself with a warm tone, hiding her true nature.

"My dear doctor… I am the one who will grant you your wish."

"What? How? I mean… what are you? What did you do just now?"

Where did she come from? Obviously she was far from human. Humans don't fly around on broomsticks and appear out of thin air. Junkenstein hesitated to move, also feeling an astounding confusion. If she wasn't human, then what could she do for him? She mentioned something about granting his wish? The woman stepped down from her broomstick and approached him. She took delight in his confusion.

"I am known as the Witch of the Wilds. My magic can make almost any desire a reality. Including yours."

The white haired man gazed at her, frightened… but also intrigued. A witch? He must have completely lost his mind. Is this all just a hallucination? Did he finally crack under all the pressure, or was she really in front of him? Offering him his revenge.

"So… you're a witch? And you can do magic?"

"That's what I just said, darling" she laughed again. How clueless humans always seemed to be. Never believing what is right in front of them and always repeating themselves. How easy to manipulate the fragile psyche.

"Right…" he rubbed the back of his head. "And you're here to help ME?"

"Yes, dear. I have been watching you for a little while now. I have seen your plight and have come with a solution."

"Really?" a hint of excitement rose up in his voice. The witch made a note of that, he was falling into her charm. It won't take much to pull him under her spell. Junkenstein finally found the nerve to stand up. She smiled, reaching up to place a hand on his cheek.

"I know that you have been treated so cruelly by the people of this town. I know that you are tired and angry. I know your wish for vengeance. I have seen you strive to make this dream come true, yet once again, you have fallen short."

She glanced over at the lifeless body lying on the table with only faint pulses of electricity. He's already done the hard work for her.

"So what do I do, Witch? I've tried everything, but I just..."

"Worry not, doctor. You have done mostly everything right. All you need is a little magic…"

'Magic!' Of course… That was what he has been overlooking all this time. How could he not have?! A scientist can only work within the laws set by nature, and what he needed was to twist that nature to his own whim. Magic is the key. The very thing that bends nature to a world all its own. With this, he will have his revenge. His creation will be complete, unnatural. The doctor would take that step beyond his own limitations and enter a world that doesn't care for such formalities as law.

This new hope filled him with glee. A twisted smile spread across his face, much to the witch's delight.

"Alright. What sort of magic are we talking about?"

The witch locked eyes with the doctor. "The kind that comes at a price…"

His excitement clouding his judgment, Junkenstein jumped at the chance. He was willing to pay everything he had if it meant he could get his retribution. The look of horror on Lord Reinhardt's face would be priceless to the doctor.

"What is it you want? I'll do it! I'll do anything to finally get back at that thankless town! Especially that pompous Lord Blowhard!"

The witch responded with a twisted smile of her own. "Anything?"

"Yes! Anything!"

Whereas before he couldn't make a move, now the doctor couldn't stop moving, anxious to be so close to success. All he had to do was give the witch her dues and he would be a powerful man.

"What is it you want? You can have my lab, my experiments, my-"

"You."

"What?"

The brief answer finally stopped him in place. The witch chuckled and sashayed up to him.

"I want you."

Junkenstein's cheeks blushed a light pink. "U-uh, well, I…"

"I will help you bring your creation to life to pursue your goal for vengeance. In exchange, you will belong to me. Mind, body, and soul…"

"Oh…"

The price of revenge… his very soul. A devilish deal. Junkenstein pondered the dubious transaction, wondering if what she claims the extent of her power is is really true. However, she was apparently giving him a choice. He could easily decline and try again to get his revenge on his own. Although, just moments ago he was nearly weeping in self-defeat… so perhaps… maybe he did need help from such a dark being. Either accept her deal and stand a much better chance of conquest, or decline and perhaps fail once again, never tasting what he yearned so passionately for...

The witch patiently watched him think. Sure enough, as she anticipated, his deranged smile answered her perfectly. Though in his mind, he was figuring a way to uncover a loophole or find some method of both achieving his goal AND keeping his soul.

"I accept your offer, Witch. You will help me bring my monster to life. And in turn, I will serve you."

"Excellent." The wicked woman returned a demented smile. Yet another had given in to his temptation.

Junkenstein giggled maniacally to himself, clasping his hands together in fiendish delight. The town below has scoffed at many of his inventions before. But never have they witnessed such a creation of potential destruction. With the witch's dark magic and his brilliant design working together, their scoffs will turn to screams. They will beg for mercy. And HE will laugh at THEM instead from the throne of their former lord...