"Are they giving you a world I could never provide?"
"You monster!"
"You put my friends in danger!"
"How could you!?"
"Good for you!"
"NO!"
"Take him away!"
"Uncle, don't worry about me!"
"So you got what you always wanted?"
These words echoed… pounded into his head as he barely managed to close his chamber door, and lock it. He barely escaped the vicious crowd. Thankfully he, and his staff were intact… physically.
The now former vizier could now catch his breath… but what was even the point? He's wanted for the highest act of treason. They could kill him if he's lucky, or imprison him if not. What the hell made him think he could get away with such a plot?
Wouldn't matter… he'll come back from the dead at some point because of Hades.
'What a pointless world,' he thought to himself. 'What's the point of having us die and come back… there are no consequences. And everyone is able to become as messed up as they like to be! Nothing about this world is right! Nothing makes sense! Why do people find us fun?'
This little scheme… It cost him so much, but it would have given him whatever he wanted. A chance to be king, to outshine even the gods themselves, a chance to be with the finest sorceress in the world.
Fate can be cruel to the wicked.
Where did he go wrong? Was he wrong?
No… he knows he's right. That foolish king, those meddlesome sources, everyone, was too stupid to see how it really was! Besides, the title, King Jafar, rang far better than King Harkinian. But how come everything backfired so miserably? Friendship, family, power, love… he all lost within a few minutes. How could this be?
He glanced all over to see photos, headlines, and journals scattered about his room… people with great power… people who morally opposed him…
The ones with that spark…
A Youtuber? An Equestrian Girl? A dark Portal master? A Disney sorcerer? They had a role to play, surely they are to blame… no, that anime airhead was surely the one who…
No… there was clearly someone else here. The true reason why he failed. Surely the others played a part in this… but this guy… he was the reason all his troubles began.
Jafar glared darkly at a dartboard, that had an image of a classic source. An old man with messy white hair, a blue coat… and a cyan book. The old vizier grabbed a crooked dagger from the table
"I. M. Meen," Jafar hissed, as he threw a dagger to the dart board. It plunged deep in, ripping the photo in half, and the board shattered into pieces. "Never forgive… never forget… This is your LAST REGRET! What goes around, comes around~"