A lot of people think I am a villain because I killed humans. But humans killed my family… Are they villains? Am I a villain?

It all started when I saw my wife running away. I didn’t know why she was running. Until I saw my kids on the other side “the humans’ side.” Everything is fading away minute by minute. It gave me a heartache. It gave me a headache. I shed a tear. I gained fear. I moaned and groaned. It was so devastating and unforgettable and when I didn’t know it, next it was my mom. That was when I knew it was the time. The time to make everything final. I must get them; I must get them now. They gave me a reason to go for them.

So, I finally decided to go to my favorite restaurant Auguste Gusteau’s. I always dreamed of cooking there. So, why not do my two favorite things, killing and cooking. That would make sense wouldn’t it. I climbed up the wall and snuck up the window. Then I found my way into the restaurant without any of these stupid creatures seeing me. I started thinking of how I am going to kill them all without the chefs noticing. So, I decided to hide until everyone left and closed the restaurant. I started searching for all the food that I could possibly find until I found the room where they store all the food for the next day. I went inside it and to my shock I saw the stupid creature inside it. So, I hide really quick not because I am scared of death or anything but because I want to accomplish my plan and take my revenge. I wanted to show humans how suffer could look like. Thankfully, he didn’t see me. After he leaves and closes the restaurant, I begin my work. I go to all the kinds of food, and I put the poison that will heal me. The one that will give me the satisfaction that I am waiting for. Something to bring me hope. I need to take the vendetta. The vendetta that will make all of us the rats feel better even if it was just for a little bit, even for a little. It will give the stupid creatures the taste of their own medicine.

Back to the point, after I put all the poison in the food that they are going to cook tomorrow. I stayed there until the next day. The chefs started cooking the food and when they were tasting it before they serve it. I was shocked. They said, “The food was marvelous.” They didn’t notice any difference. Although, when the customers started eating, they noticed a change. In fact, a lot of customers started complaining about how the food tasted and when the chefs started discussing with the customers about what was wrong. It didn’t even take a moment to see everyone falling down and screaming in pain. Chefs were panicking since they didn’t know what was going on with the customers and the food. However, the chefs didn’t taste anything unusual since I didn’t put that much of the poison in what they tasted because I knew that they were going to notice something was suspicious. Long story short the chefs start feeling the same pain since they still ate the poison and right away everyone dies before they get rescued. I ran away in happiness. I ran away in tears. Was it worth it? Obviously, it was. For the first time in a while, I felt like everything was off my chest for once. Did I feel better. Of course, I did. Are they villains? I don’t know, you tell me. Am I a villain? That’s what everyone is saying but do they truly know what people did to me.