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Demencia was sick of Black Hat constantly pouring out his attention towards the nerdy scientist, Dr. Flug. Then again, she did enjoy Flug being blamed for shit he didn't do, and being yelled at for almost every stupid incident that's happened. His frightened face – well, frightened eyes through pitch black goggles – and his whimpers gave her much delight, especially when it's Black Hat who's caused him to act this way. Was she being too heartless?
... Who cares? It's in her coldblooded nature to feel and act this way. Nothing's forcing her, nor stopping her, so why not?
Still, Black Hat gave Flug all of his attention. That may be an overstatement, but it's certainly not a lie as well. It's fairly obvious, even.
Demencia sighed, quiet for once and mulling over her thoughts in her messy room. Usually she'd whip out her electric guitar and start rocking, but she instead formed a plan about gaining that sweet attention from her boss. How could she achieve that, though? It'd have to involve Dr. Flug–
A light bulb formed over head. She grinned, sticking her tongue out as she finished formulating her plan. Of course! This'll be super easy, she thought, as she skipped out of her room and to Flug's lab.
She didn't even waste a second before barging in, screeching his name at the top of her lungs and making said person drop the invention they're currently working on. Flug turned around and clutched his heart, eyes wide and panting at the sudden outburst. After a minute of him calming down and Demencia giggling like the lunatic she was, he glared at her.
"Demencia! You shouldn't just trespass over people's territory! What if I was holding an explosive!?" He continued to yell. She wasn't having any of it, though. She just wanted to get this plan done and over with, and not to mention Black Hat's going to check up on the doctor soon. She didn't want to waste another minute!
... Oh yeah, she memorized her boss's schedule.
As Flug continued to shout at her about personal boundaries, she skipped towards him and took his face into her glove clad hands.
"Flug. Listen to me."
"And furthermore–"
"Flug!" She eventually yelled.
He flinched, finally silencing himself before staring at her.
"What?"
"Shut up for a second and let me talk, nerd," she breathed, "I have a favor to ask of you."
He rolled his eyes at this. Why would he ever do any 'favors' for her? Last time he did, Black Hat kept yelling at them for a whole week since 5.0.5 wouldn't leave their boss alone. How'd that happen? Two words. Love. Potion.
Who wouldn't want to be hugged and kissed by a fluffy, lifesized teddy bear? Flug tried to reason, at which Black Hat almost disintegrated him for.
"– Hey, Flug. Are you even listening!?" She groaned. He shrugged.
"Sorry, I wasn't. Can you run that by me again?"
She rolled her eyes before speaking, "I said, would you come follow me for a bit?" Immediately, he squinted his eyes at this.
That's strange. Firstly, she didn't ask for any invention from him. Secondly, that was a fairly easy task to do. Lastly, why in the hell would she ask such a simple favor?
"Can't 5.0.5 do this for you instead?"
"Nope. This is exclusively for you."
"I have work to do."
"So?"
"It's important!"
"So?"
"Boss would have my head!"
"So?"
He groaned. He knew there was no way out of this.
"Fine, but only for a few minutes–"
"Great!" Demencia cut him off, dropping her hands from his bagged head then gripping his arm. He yelped, stumbling forward and trying to keep up with her fast pace.
He's already sweating viciously under his paper bag. Dear Lord, it's almost that time of day when Black Hat would check up on him. If Demencia kept up this whole favor thing 'til that time comes, he's screwed. He didn't want another beating like last time. With that thought, he blushed and rubbed his upper, gripped arm. The claw marks were still there, but they're starting to heal. That was, he's hoping they will.
"Okay, just stand here with me and look pretty!"
"What?" He voiced out. His brows furrowed. This was it? This was the 'favor' she asked of him? He looked around the hallway, noting that it's darker than the rest of the mansion. Confused, he questioned where he was.
"Oh, nowhere. Let's just stand here for a sec," she replied, appearing giddy and almost downright euphoric. It was disturbing.
He groaned. He didn't have time for this! He had to finish the device before noon! Still, he let himself get dragged into this since he didn't ask what this favor of hers was before he had the chance. He mentally facepalmed at that. Why didn't he ask for some explanation and clarification beforehand?
As they were left standing in the corridor, Black Hat was sitting on his chair in his darkly lit office which was located at the end of the same hallway.
He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. Sometimes paperwork unloaded too much stress on him. His clients wouldn't stop asking him how their devices were going, so that's why he had to check up on his scientist's progress almost every single day. Well, most of his trips were about his clients' constant nagging. Some of his visits were... For his own pleasure.
He nearly visibly blushed at the thought before shaking his head. For the past few weeks, he's been feeling things he shouldn't be feeling. His longing for the doctor's presence, his nervousness whenever Flug would decide to show his blueprints to him at his own office, his urges to smile and pat his scientist's head whenever he rants about his inventions which he thought was – dare he say it – cute, and many others.
Bah! He slapped himself and grumbled. He was an eldritch demon with no time for silly fantasies. The amount of times he let his ancient mind wander to his doctor could be considered pathetic. Besides, why would he even worry? Flug had been awfully compliant with his advances lately. There was little to no chance at rejection. Trust him, he checked the statistics!
He shuddered, suddenly feeling cold, and so he stood up and put on his usual coat. He decided to ditch his paperwork since he had to check up on Flug, anyway. With that, he grabbed his cane and swung his office door open, slamming it close behind him. Breathing in, he put on his usual poker face and began to walk down the hallway.
He could hear murmurs up ahead, and he scowled. To whom could those voices be?
His brow twitched. That better not have been Demencia or the Doctor.
Out of pure frustration at the lack of competence from his employees, his steps increased in speed until he could make out the murmuring figures. Were those... Demencia and Flug? What were they doing there? Why wasn't Flug finishing up his device like he ordered him to? Why the fuck were they so close to each other?
"Flug, Demencia, what are you two imbeciles doing?!" He hissed, stomping over, "Milling around this corridor. Why, I'd ought to—"
Mwah!
Black Hat's eyes widened and he felt a mix of emotions – mostly unbridled rage and envy – boiling inside of him at the sudden action. Flug stood frozen, shocked, flustered, and confused.
The onslaught of emotions was brought on by Demencia lifting up Flug's paper bag and placing her lips unto the doctor's.
Neither of the three spoke. Flug was still frozen, Demencia was waiting in anticipation, and Black Hat's hands were twitching.
This is it, the lizard hybrid thought, this is it! Black Hat would pull Flug away and then claim her as his! Yes, this plan is fullproof–
Without another wasted second, Dementia found herself on the floor while Flug was suddenly jerked to his boss's side.
She looked up, confused and albeit a bit hurt. What just happened? She looked at Black Hat then at Flug, and continued doing so before Black Hat himself snarled.
"Don't you have a job to do?"
His words confused her. This wasn't what's supposed to happen! She should've been the one hiding behind Black Hat, not Flug!
"What–"
"I told you to get out of my sight."
"But!–"
"Demencia, you good for nothing tool! What the fuck did I just say?" He but shouted at her, baring his teeth. His grip on Flug's arm visibly tightened. The latter almost whimpered at the contact.
Only hurt filled Demencia. She stood up, glaring at him before turning to the root of her problem – Flug. With a huff, she stomped off, tears threatening to slide down her face.
No, she thought. This... Situation shouldn't, and wouldn't, make her cry. Nope. She's better than this.
The sound of a confused and worried growl caught her attention. Looking up, she saw 5.0.5 in a maid outfit, dusting a vase. She sniffed, rubbing her tear-filled eyes.
"It's nothing, bear. Don't call for me or whatever."
5.0.5 was left concerned for their – what they assumed – friend, but decided not to push her. They knew when and when not to question one's problems. Besides, they had some more dusting to do, anyway.
After that whole ordeal, Flug was left confused behind a fuming Black Hat. His boss was still huffing, hunched over and definitely red in the face. He cleared his throat, yet immediately regretted it when it had caught Black Hat's attention.
Said demon turned around and looked at him dead in the eyes. Flug gulped, fiddling his lab coat.
"Weren't you too hard on her?" He stuttered, "I think forcing her to go away was too much–"
"Shut up."
He blinked. What?
"Just... Just, shut up," Black Hat forced himself to say.
As they stared at each other for another solid minute, Black Hat finally groaned and took a step forward. Flug still stood in the same spot, not daring to take a step back. He was suddenly yanked forward by Black Hat, and without thinking, lifted up his bag and kissed him.
His heart stopped. Out of fear? Shock?
... Delight?
Without getting a chance to respond to the rather awkward kiss, he was shoved off. He blinked and looked up, only to watch as Black Hat stormed off, a mad blush on his dark face.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Black Hat kept on thinking as he turned a corner. Why'd he kiss him!? That wasn't... He stopped for a second. He closed his eyes, angered at his own self, which was a rarity.
That wasn't the right time, and yet why did it feel so right?
As he beat himself up over the action he most certainly did not regret, he didn't notice Flug's grin before the paper bag was pulled down by gravity, making the lovesick fool's grin disappear beneath the thin brown paper.