⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 ℕ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖! [ 𝔻𝕣.𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕘 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ] ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛

⊹ Authors POV ⊹

    YOU STARED AT your clock, it was way past midnight and you just couldn't sleep. It's been about a week and a half since that whole thing with Blackhat. You felt like you've been on thin ice, and you were.

You decided to fuck it and get up. You were in an oversized shirt along with some cozy pajama pants. You left your room quietly and wandered through the halls that you had gotten used to.

'Maybe this will make me sleepy.' You thought.

Then you approached a window, it was open and had some fresh air coming in. You went by it and leaned on the window sill. Your thoughts drifted as you looked at the starry sky.

'I wonder if he's doing alright....hope he doesn't worry too much about me. Not like I care, but he did raise me after all...' You thought about your uncle.

Yep, your only family member. He basically adopted you and raised you like his own since your parents weren't fit to be parents. Sure you haven't seen him in a year since you moved out for college, but you did care for him.

'Nah, I'm nineteen, he probably thinks I'm doing fine.' You then sighed before leaving the window.

You swatted away your thoughts of your uncle and tried to focus on a dim light that you saw. You followed to see where the light led to.

You quietly walked down the halls and came across a door that was a bit open. Some light was seeping from the open areas of the door. You wondered who was awake at this time just like you.

You gently knocked on the door, not even noticing how it was a familiar door that you've seen before.

"Hello?" You quietly spoke.

You heard a tired 'come in' from the person on the other side. You pushed open the door and walked in, seeing the all too familiar laboratory.

Your eyes glanced around the room, there were papers almost everywhere. And there at the lone desk was a sleep drivited Flug.

You lightly gasped and went by his side. He looked at you a bit surprised. He was holding a coffee and a paper. You noticed that there were a bunch of empty cups on his desk along with a tall pile of paperwork.

"Flug! What are you doing up this late?! And doing this!" You exclaimed, clearly worried about his well being.

He sighed and looked at you. "I could ask you the exact same thing [y/n]." He responded with a tease.

You placed your hands on your hips not taking that. "This won't do, c'mon doc. We're taking you to bed." You said as you placed down the paper he was holding.

"[y/n] I can't, I have work that I need to do. And sleep is for the weak anyways." He sarcastically spoke while taking the paper back.

You frowned at him. "Are you like this when you're tired? Flug, when was the last time you slept?" You gently asked him.