Write the Villain 's side of the story . Make the 'hero ' seem deluded or idiotic

He stumbled in through the door after another long day at the office. ‘ Thank God it ’ s Friday, ’ he thought to himself, looking forward to the weekend ahead. Hoping to finally spend some good quality time with the wife tonight, he went straight for the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. As he was waiting for it to slowly brew – mentally placing a coffee maker on the coming weekend ’ s shopping list – he heard the front door open and shut again. 
 
 His wife glided into the kitchen, almost as if she was floating on air, and planted a kiss on his cheek. She whispered into his ear, “ Hey big guy, how was work? ” “ Busy day, ” he growled. “ These damn bureaucrats won ’ t let us anywhere near the Kingdom ’ s sewage system without a pile of paperwork. ” She laughed in that high-pitched giggle, the one that never failed to make him melt, and said “ If you ’ re making, I ’ ll take a cup too. Junior ’ s been hell today. ” She kissed him again before heading into the living room, throwing back a wink and lovingly calling “ But he ’ s the neighbor girl ’ s problem tonight. ” 
 
 He chuckled in his deep, hearty baritone before getting back to the coffee. But, of course, not before watching her leave. She was wearing his favorite dress: the flowing pink one with all the frills. He was once again reminded of her always upbeat spirit, steadfast even after spending an entire Friday with a hormonal preteen. Junior got suspended from school for fighting again, which infuriated his wife but secretly made him a proud father. Knowing the racially charged bullying his son had been facing, he was glad that his son had finally been standing up for himself. He poured himself and his wife two cups of coffee and added the desired cream and sugar to hers. ‘ It ’ s appropriate that she likes it sweet, ’ he thought to himself. He liked his black and scalding, and blew on the cup for a couple extra seconds to get the temperature almost up to boiling. 
 
 He sauntered into the living room to bring the coffee to his wife, who always loved catching the evening news before a night out. His jaunty smile turned to shock as soon as he saw the look horror on her face. “ Honey, ” she gasped quietly, “ look. ” He turned to watch the television and noticed the bulletin at the bottom of the screen: *Local Man Arrested for Trespassing at Sewage Treatment Plant. * He thought to himself, ‘ Please God... Not again… ’ But when the handcuffed man was dragged past the news camera, he immediately recognized the old red hat and blue overalls. It was his wife ’ s ex-boyfriend again. Bawling and with mascara flowing down her cheeks, her long blonde hair now rolling unkempt, she ran out toward the back porch. He had to keep watching, hoping but never really believing that maybe just this one time, it was all a misunderstanding. The news camera caught a quick glimpse of the arrested man ’ s face, and one look in his eyes damned any chance of sobriety. It was the mushrooms again, those damn hallucinogens. The plumber was thrown into the police van like a helpless rag doll, still completely out of touch with reality. Still screaming jibberish such as “ It ’ s a-me! ” and making strange noises then pretending to be 10 feet tall, until the doors finally closed and he was dragged to the detention center. 
 
 The husband had seen enough and painfully turned off the television. He grabbed his coffee cup and went outside to console his wife as best he could. Once outside, he noticed her bawling had been reduced to a quiet whimper. She held the home telephone in her left hand and was still using her right to wipe what tears and mascara stains remained. The husband placed one hand on her shoulder in a consoling gesture while slowly grabbing the telephone with his other. He placed the phone onto the table behind him and whispered to his wife, “ We can ’ t go and get him this time… He ’ s had enough chances. ” Her entire body stopped moving for a couple seconds, as if jarred with a bout of shock, and she looked up at him with pain in her eyes and said, “ How can you even say that, Bowser? He ’ s our friend, and obviously in need and… ” 
 
 “ NO! ” he growled. The husband had been trying to keep his calm demeanor, but after all these years of bottling his emotion, simmering from watching another man spiral endlessly into addiction like the deepest whirlpool in Cheep Cheep Bay finally came flowing forth. “ No, THIS IS IT! He ’ s fallen off the wagon one too many times! ” The growl began to turn into a roar as his anger and rage and frustration came to the surface. “ I have tried EVERYTHING I could to help that man! When he first began to harass our family I let it go. Oh, it started small, like jealously calling our home a ‘ castle. ’ But you know it got worse! He ’ d been stalking you for Christ ’ s sake! Then the drugs came. And out went his dignity and self-control. You remember that one time he thought he was a flying raccoon? Then came over and smashed all of our shit? He broke our windows, throwing rocks like fireballs, and kept screaming ‘ THE PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE! ’ ” 
 
 His wife was weeping at the top of her lungs now, but his bellowing still easily drowned her out. “ I did everything I could to keep that Mario out of jail! I set him up with a brilliant friend of mine. One of the best doctors in the country. He treated it all like a game. Abused the pills. It got to the point where he ’ d just throw them at passers-by while high off his ass! I tried getting his mind on other things! I ’ d always invite him to play tennis, or come golfing with the guys. Hell, we even let him come over on board game night! And WITHOUT FAIL, every time, he ’ d be on the damn mushrooms. Bending the rules and pissing everyone the hell off! ” 
 
 “ Oh, but the last straw was the time when he got drunk and high, then chased Junior home from school, spraying him with a water gun and yelling ‘ Fuck ’ a Shadow Mario ’ or some shit like that. ” At this point the husband was so enraged that fire began to spout from his mouth. “ That was it for me, NOBODY MESSES WITH MY CHILD! I knew you were out with the girls when this went down, so I finally told him to get the hell out of our lives and leave my family alone! And you know what he did? He shouted back at me, saying ‘ Peach ’ a is too damn good for a goddamn turtle and his spawn. ’ Do you know how much that bigoted shit hurt, Peach… ” She sniveled “ I… I never knew… ” His fiery stare cut deeply into her, just as the slur had cut into him. “ That ’ s it right there. That ’ s what Junior and I have to deal with every day. And yet you still love him. ” 
 
 She sprang up and slapped him hard across the face at this accusation. Then, bawling once more, she retreated back to the master bedroom upstairs. He watched her go and sighed heavily, knowing he went too far. This plumber had strained their relationship for the past couple decades. Yet, though he ’ d never admit it even to himself, deep down he kind of liked the endless, shameless back-and-forth drama. It spiced things up a little, if you will. He exhaled once more, reluctantly grabbed the telephone, and dialed the number he knew by heart. “ Hello, Mushroom Kingdom Detention Center… Yes, this is Bowser. Can you tell me what time Mr. Mario Toadstool ’ s bond hearing is tomorrow? ” 

