[ WP ] Rewrite a known story so the hero is the villain or vice versa

Rosie just loved to play with her little dog. It was always so much fun when she was growing up. They played lots of games, but Rosie's absolute favorite was `` Superheroes!'' This game starred Rosie, playing as the superhero and fighting against the biggest evil known to man -- her dog. 
 
 Rosie took her games pretty far. When she played, Rosie was known to get very into it and become extremely violent towards her dog. Her dog often wondered if a more appropriate title would be `` Supervillains!'' Even Rosie's parents were worried about their little girl. She seemed sweet, but her games and actions towards her dog were often demented. 
 
 While Rosie played in the backyard, her parents began to discuss the situation at the kitchen table. 
 
 `` I'm worried about our child, dear,'' her mother confessed. `` She's very sadistic towards that dog.'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know,'' Rosie's father stated. `` I've told her to stop again and again, but when I came home the next day, I saw her trying to hide the injuries.'' 
 
 `` This is n't right...'' her mother said with a sniff. `` How could Rosie be like this? What did we do wrong?'' 
 
 Sensing her distress, Rosie's father held his wife close to him. His gentle embrace was a reminder that they were in this together and he loved her. `` There, there,'' her father said. `` We'll have this sorted out. Rosie will only get the best.'' 
 
 Unfortunately for her parents, dogs have a great sense of hearing. When Rosie's dog caught wind of her parents saying Rosie's name, his head turned at attention to the kitchen window. Rosie took note of this immediately. `` What do you hear...'' she softly asked, sneaking over to the window. 
 
 `` I think it's about time we took Rosie to get help. It'll be good for her to be out of the house.'' her father suggested. 
 
 `` I do n't know... do you really think they can do anything to help?'' 
 
 `` If they ca n't, well... at least they'll be able to keep her from abusing that poor dog.'' 
 
 Rosie immediately shot a cold glare at the dog. Yelping, her dog ran and hid behind the bushes. `` So this is your new plan, huh?'' she growled, walking towards the bushes. Whimpers resonated, and the force of Rosie's steps made them louder. `` You're going to have me sent away?! Is that what you're going to do?!'' 
 
 She reached behind the bushes and yanked the dog out by its collar. Snarling, Rosie gave it a good hit. And another. One hit. Two hits. Three hits. `` You did n't think of this plan,'' Rosie spat as she threw the dog to the ground. `` You're too stupid to think of a plan like this!'' she yelled with a kick to the dog's stomach. 
 
 `` Arrr!'' 
 
 `` Shut up!'' Turning away, Rosie began thinking to herself. `` No, no, it could n't be his plan... It had to be someone else's plan... It was... *Granny! *'' 
 
 Of course. Granny. That woman had always hated her and wanted to call the police on sweet, heroic Rosie. She even forbade Rosie from visiting her! A plan this diabolical could only be hers... `` You're working for Granny, are n't you?!'' Rosie yelled. 
 
 The dog squealed and ran off immediately. He knew just what Rosie would do next, and if he stayed around, there was no way he could stop it. But he had a chance -- maybe... maybe he could be the hero he really was. 
 
 Maybe a hero instead of the Big, Bad Wolf. 
 
 As her dog disappeared in the horizon, Rosie began her plan to'save the day.' The Big Bad Wolf would probably send someone to ambush her... There was no doubt about it. She would need a disguise. 
 
 Hastily, she ran to her room and grabbed her favorite red blanket. Rosie then proceeded to wear the blanket like a cloak. The hood hid her face behind shadows and the cape wrapped around the rest of her body. But was that enough? No, a job like this would require some tools. But where could she put them... 
 
 Rosie's eyes gazed upon the room. Broken toys and discarded junk laid everywhere. Instruments of these horrific incidents also lay scattered, but what really caught Rosie's attention was a picnic basket in her closet. *Perfect. * 
 
 `` Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother's house I go~'' 
 
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 *Knock, knock. * 
 
 Someone was at the door? In this part of the woods? Grandma Bell thought it was very strange that she would have a visitor out here. Was it her daughter visiting? Who knew? Grandma Bell opened the door... only to find at the entryway, the dog of her granddaughter. 
 
 Rosie's dog was alone at her doorstep. 
 
 `` What are you doing here?!'' Grandma Bell asked, a bit worried. 
 
 `` Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!'' the dog replied. With every second passing, he frantically looked behind him, searching for Rosie. Another second, she was n't here. Another second, she was n't here. They were still safe. 
 
 ``... She's coming, is n't she?'' Grandma Bell asked, her tone grim. `` Get inside. I have a plan.'' 
 
 Without hesitiation, the battered dog scrambled inside as Grandma Bell pulled out a nightgown and glasses for the dog. 
 
 `` You're going to put these on and distract her,'' Grandma Bell explained. `` You just have to stay in the bed. While she focuses on you, I'll come up from behind and end her life.'' 
 
 The dog was quite unsure of this plan as he knew it would make Rosie even madder. However, he complied. The dog was soon put into the outfit and was laid down. 
 
 All the while, Grandma Bell got herself ready as well, bringing a knife into the closet with her. `` Now stay there and look cute,'' she instructed. `` I'll be in here, and when she least expects it, I'll strike.'' 
 
 Maybe the dog should have reconsidered his life choices. 
 
 On the bright side, Grandma Bell was safe? It was looking horrible nonetheless. This one beating would be worse than anything he had ever received. Would he walk out of this one intact? Would he even walk again?... Would he even live to think about walking? Rosie might have called him a big bad wolf, but he was certainly far from it. He was small -- tiny, even and would n't hurt a fly. He was too scared to. What else could come from a life of abuse... 
 
 When Rosie came in, her entrance was kicking down the door. Grandma Bell waited on edge, listening through the door. 
 
 `` Granny! Where are you?!'' 
 
 Rosie was shouting from the living room. It was only a matter of time before she came in the bedroom. A crash! Rosie had broken something. She must have been very mad about something. 
 
 `` Where are you, Granny?!'' Another crash. So she really had come to harm the elderly woman. The little devil... `` Do n't make me play Hide and Seek~'' One second passed by. Two. Three. If the shockwaves her heartbeat was generating was n't agonizing enough, the waiting was. Time was moving slower than she did! 
 
 A few seconds later, there was another crash. Then the thumping of footsteps was heard. *Thump, thump, thump, thump. * Closer and closer they got. *Thump, thump, thump, thump. * When the bedroom door slammed open, all Grandma Bell could hear was the sharp gasp of Rosie. 
 
 `` My, Granny, was a fuzzy head you have~'' Rosie sang. 
 
 The dog whimpered. 
 
 `` And what pointy ears you have~'' 
 
 More whimpers from the dog. Grandma Bell only wished she could see, but she could n't risk going out there... yet. She needed to wait. 
 
 `` And was big bruises you have~ Let me see if I have anything for that~'' The sound of digging through a basket could be heard. It was time. 
 
 Grandma Bell lunged out of the closet, golf club in hand. However, she ended up running into a large, burly and very hairy man holding an axe. The impact sent Grandma Bell to the floor. 
 
 `` Oh, Granny, so nice of you to join us~'' Rosie said with a giggle. As Grandma Bell looked up at the child, she saw the gun held in Rosie's delicate hands. The gun was pointed at the large man who seemed to be bleeding from his shoulder. 
 
 `` W-What are you doing with that, Rosie?!'' Grandma Bell asked. 
 
 `` Foiling your evil plans, Granny,'' Rosie responded coolly. `` You think I'd be so stupid to come alone? Meet my friend: Mr. Muscle the Lumberjack.'' 
 
 The large man, now identified to be a lumberjack, wiped away from tears. `` I'm sorry...'' he said quietly. 
 
 `` Shut up! End their lives, or the next one goes into your crotch!'' Rosie commanded. 
 
 The lumberjack sobbed as he raised the axe above the grandmother and brought it down into her skull. The dog immediately barked, but Rosie silenced him with a gunshot to its head. The deed was done and the'hero' had won again. 
 
 `` Excellent work, Mr. Muscle.'' 
 
 `` W-What is wrong with you, child?!'' 
 
 `` Wrong with me?'' Rosie asked innocently. `` Nothing. I'm just a superhero by the name of Little Red Riding Hood.'' Rosie explained, smiling sweetly. 
 
 *So once again, the day was saved, and they lived happily ever after... *
