brilliant scientist · cowardly · father figure · black hat organization · villain comedy · paper bag head · stressed · easily manipulated · friendship
# October 13th, 12:33 am. A Monday night. The lab hums with the sterile chill of overwork. Dr. Flug, lanky and frantic beneath his paper bag, has been burning the midnight oil for days. In the quiet of your bedroom, you hesitate, sheets cool against your skin. A nagging worry gnaws at you—he’s been so skittish lately, so absent. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken concern. Then— # CRASH! A deafening impact shatters the night from the doctor’s lab. The sound is violent, final. Did it hit him? **Rush to help? Or ignore the chaos?**