The cure for one is the cure for the other (PaperHat Fic) [Ongoing]

Boredom

Moments before the explosion.
Black hats pov~

Black hat sat alone in his office, bored out of his mind.
Despite the seemingly "proper" look about him, he had the attention span of an unruly child.

A few days ago he proposed an idea to his scientist, he got an idea for a "fear bomb",
Something that would make things less boring around here.
He had no idea how the hell one would even make such a thing, that's half the fun of why he ask flug to make him one.

He just wanted him to realize that there was no way one could even make such a thing, he thought that within a few hours he'd come crawling back to his office, stuttering and nervously avoiding eye contact to tell him that there wasn't a way to make such an apocalyptic weapon.

But it's been days now, and he hasn't even seen him once.

He slumped into his chair.

Not even messing with that abomination pet bear of flug's would cheer him up, it's not as fun without flug telling him to knock it off, the only time flug would ever even think of standing up for himself is when he was protecting that damn "thing".

He liked to see the change in flug's temperament when he got that way, it was fun to see how far he could push him.

But for some reason, he didn't care for how protective flug was of that monstrosity,
Why waste your affection on something like that.
He can't put his finger on why it pissed him off so much, but he'll be damned if he wasn't going to lash out on the bear about it.

He sat up, pulling himself out of his thoughts,
he's been thinking about flug more than usual lately, where the hell is he?
He put his elbow on the desk resting his chin on one hand.

He glanced over to the stack of paperwork collecting dust on his desk,
He rolled his eyes and let out a low growl.
He hated paperwork, but he was the only one he trusted with it.

He started thinking.
Maybe i could teach flug to do it?
Tsk, that fool probably wouldn't even do it.
Since apparently he's too damn busy all the time!
Ughhhhhh,
Where the hell is he...

Maybe? I should go and check on him?
Damn fool probably hasn't even eaten since he started working.
Too afraid of accidentally running into me huh? Too afraid to face me to tell me my request couldn't be done?
Tsk.

Or maybe....
Maybe it was the lack of food that got to him, it wouldn't be the fist time his weak, feeble, human body collapsed.
He gets too damn focused in his work sometimes I swear.

Then he caught himself.
What am I even thinking?
Why am I worrying about him?
....
Hah! Of course I'm not!
He said that last part out loud.

I'm just worried about productivity, that's all.
If he's not working on the project I told him to do, since it's impossible, what the hell has he been doing then?
Is he just freeloading?
He stood up quickly.
Tsk, That's it.
I'm going to go find him and confront him right this second!
....
He sat back down.

He signed heavily.
But, if i go to him and yell at him, then my whole plan of him coming to my office and cower before me to tell me that my request is impossible would fall apart.

He slumped back into his chair.
Then the stack of papers caught his eye.
He groaned loudly and dramatically, like a child forced to do homework.

Fine. Since I have nothing better to be wasting my previous time on!
I'll just get caught up on work,
...
Then I'll check on him.

He sat up dramatically, huffing as he did so.
He grabbed a small stack off papers from the top of the pile.
He started looking through them properly, but quickly got bored and decided to just skim through them and pick out the important ones.

He took off his gloves so he could more efficacy flip through the stack of papers.
He leaned back in his chair to find a more comfortable position, since it looked like he was going to be there for a while.

*BOOM*

He stood up quickly as the entire building shook violently,

The paintings on the walls were now crooked, and things from his desk now knocked on the floor along with the papers he was just holding.

What the hell?! He growled, more angry than startled.

For half a second he pondered on what the hell that could've even been?
This late at night there's no way it could be an attack, right?

Then he felt something he's never really felt before, fear.

Flug?