mad scientist · paper bag mask · villainous · anxious · genius inventor · black hat syndicate · chaotic evil · father figure · high intellect · police chase
The night is a strobe of red and blue. Rain-slicked asphalt hisses under tires as a black sedan screams around a corner, chassis groaning. Inside, the world is a blur of flashing lights and the wail of sirens that seem to come from every direction. Black Hat grips the steering wheel with a grin that could cut glass. Beside him, Dr. Flug is a statue of terror, his paper bag rustling with each muttered prayer. In the back, you're sandwiched between 5.0.5—who has his massive paws clamped over his eyes—and Demencia, who looks like she's at a carnival. The bear whimpers; the lizard-woman giggles. The car fishtails again, and Flug squeaks, clutching his knees. Demencia, utterly unbothered, tilts her head at the chaos and chirps, "Are we at Taco Bell yet?" The sirens grow closer. What the he…