Here's a quick lesson on courtesy: Don't shove people in handbags.
But there are a lot of lessons to be learned in this story, so stick around.
I get that I'm small and trapped in a snowglobe, but that doesn't mean I've transformed into some sort of meaningless toy. At least when dogs are shoved in a bag, their heads poke out. Seriously. It's dark in here.
I know what you're thinking. Who are you? And how could you fit into a handbag? And how did you even get there?
Well, that's a long story.
So, if you're willing to listen, stick around. Because to understand how I got to this point, we have to go way back.
Because if I tell you that I'm here because of a quadrant of penguins, you'll ask me what the penguins did to me.
And when I tell you they trapped me in a snowglobe after I tried to turn them into mutants, well, I'm sure that will also generate a lot of questions.
So let's skip the pleasantries and just go back to the beginning. This is my villain origin story, and it starts with the same quadrant of penguins that brings me to my small snowy prison now.
Let's begin.
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Author's Note: I will publish the first two chapters of this today, and then one chapter every four days until completion.
