Stable Union

Chapter 1

1º - Support your routine.

Flug heard something breaking - which is common in the mansion, but that wasn't the usual sound of something breaking by mistake (which normally is done by Dementia), it was something being thrown against a hard wall with incredible force in a raging attack.

Black Hat was possibly pissed at something - as usual.

The doctor slides his chair through the lab's tiles, into his main desk, pressing the communication button.

"Something wrong, Sir?" He asked.

A supernatural voice echoed on the loudspeakers. He didn't need any communication device for his employees to hear him speak.

"My Dean Oxfords are missing."

The scientist rolled his eyes. It was the 15th, did Black Hat think he was going to forget about these monthly personal meetings with the president?

"They are already polished." He explained. "I sent them to the Shoeshine yesterday. Fives must have put them on your office because he isn't allowed to get inside your room without you ripping him apart."

Black Hat's naturally cranky and grumpy self reappeared, replying with slightly less rage.

" Still , getting ripped apart isn't an excuse to not put them back into their place!"

Flug rolled his eyes again, unpressed the communication bottom and just went back to work.

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2º - Organize a fitting schedule.

Whether she talks or acts like one, Demencia was still a teenager when she started working there. Which means she was still underage and that's why Flug is usually the one in charge of her and her mess.

While drinking a milkshake on the sofa flicking through her new smartphone (the third one this year), she mindlessly paid attention to Black Hat and the doctor discussing her duties.

"She can't ." Flug repeated, holding a page up on the clip-board, checking his weekly check-list and the agenda. "Tuesday she has an appointment at the dentist."

Black Hat growled, confused.

"Again?!"

Flug flinched at the loud shout. Demencia remained unfazed, barely looking at them through the corner of her eyes now and then. She knew better than to interrupt with silly comments.

"Oral hygiene is required every six months, Sir." He tried to explain - to reason the eldritch monster ruler of worlds that doesn't understand common sense.

"This creature consumes construction material like a concrete mixer." He argued, completely outraged by the nonsensical excuse. "And you think her problem is her teeth?!"

The scientist looked at him, shrugging.

"I scheduled the gastro for September..." He started, suddenly worried by what Black Hat had said. "Do you think I should advance the appointment?"

They looked at the girl sucking on the milkshake by a straw making annoying sounds. Legs hanging loose on the armrest. Black Hat eye's twitched.

"I think you should postpone it." He scolded. "She's supposed to be indestructible, let her build immunity and take her to Manhattan on Tuesday because I'm not gonna give refunds."

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3º - Rule unnecessary expenses.

"A Mahogany table with the shape of a tophat ?" Alastor questioned the Supervillain. A glass of whiskey in his hand and Christian Willisohn playing in the back of the living room.