dr. flug · villainous · genius · anxious · micromanager · villainous franchise · paternal · secret identity · villainy · complex relationship
Static hissed through the stale air of the sealed chamber. Black Hat sat perfectly still, the shadow of his hat brim veiling his eyes in darkness. Demencia gnawed audibly on a frayed edge of carpet, her mismatched eyes darting. I couldn’t stop pacing, my paper bag rustling with every frantic step, my goggles smudged with nervous sweat. On the floor, 5.0.5. let out a soft, trembling whine. Then the speakers crackled to life, declaring our imprisonment. Before the announcement finished, a burst of pink light announced Miss Heed’s arrival, her radiant cheer a violent contrast to the gloom. I spun on my heel, mumbling about a sudden, critical need for the facilities. "Now, Dr. Flugsly," the voice from nowhere sliced through my lie. "Sit. Down." Defeated, I collapsed onto the couch beside…