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

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟼: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Authors POV

"I THINK WE should talk."

"....I guess we should." You responded back.

You stared at him with weary eyes, you really didn't want to ever bring up or talk about your uncle with anyone. Flug watched you, analyzing your face, knowing you were in thought.

"My last name is Veneno, I'm [y/n] Ven—"

"I think...I think you should leave [y/n]," Flug interrupted you, not wanting to grow even more attached to what was about to be taken from his heart. His words stung, stung more than you'd want to admit. A feeling of bitterness was bubbling up inside of you....you felt hurt. "Jefecito will find a way to make things for his advantage like always, and I'm sure Serpiente will cause more trouble." He explained, with little to no emotion.

You knew he was right, when was he not? So why did it feel so...painful to swallow the truth. You shook your head, too many emotions were stirring up inside of you and your broken state.

"...I don't want to l-leave. I'll talk with S-señor Blackhat....there just has to be another w—"

"No, I think....I think it's better for everyone...if you leave." Flug hesitated as he spoke, knowing that this was what was for the best.

Your eyes widened at the man. "....Flug...you d-don't think that....do you?" Your voice cracked as you asked him, your eyes clinging onto a small shimmer of hope...that maybe...just maybe the situation would change.

Flug stayed silent, internally battling with himself on what he wanted to say versus what the cold harsh reality was. "...Flug?" Your eyes watered again, not getting a break from this whole ordeal.

Flug felt his heart clench, hearing your voice so—broken, and calling out for him. His silence spoke louder than words for you. You wiped your sorrow-some eyes with your sleeve and held onto 5.0.5's paper in the other as you stood up.

Your mind was racing, your heart thumping, and adrenaline rushing through you. The man before you was your friend, somebody you had grown to love talking with and spending time with! Hell, you even slept in the same bed thingy with him! You scolded him when he worked too much and brought him tea when he was tired. You even went on a date with him, even if it wasn't really.

You loved him.

And that's what was making you hurt, him saying those words crushed some of your heart which had grown to love him which you weren't even aware of.

You had stopped the waterworks, attempting to shut off any emotions that you felt in that moment. You needed to get your point across without any breakdowns and sappy comments.

Flug reached out his arm as you arose, as if to stop you. You gazed at the floor before looking at the doctor. "Y'know doc....I actually had been having some..feelings for you...but, I think it's clear what you feel...for me... I-I think I'll go speak with Señor Blackhat now...cuídese Flug." You glanced back at the ground as you left the room. Walking down towards Blackhat's office.

Flug stayed there, his eyes focused on where you had left. He just watched the possible love of his life [no doubt you were] who had just confessed to him—leave.

"[y/n]...I—"

He got up from the slightly wet floor which was caused by the sprinklers. He felt, well....all anxious and a pit of regret...a whole lot of regret. He never wanted to say any of that, but the facts! The facts, the goddamn truth, the never changing reality. How could those, nothing but facts come over his feelings and emotions for you! But he didn't really know what else to say except for—

"I-I'm sorry...[y/n] I'm so sorry." He spoke to no one, but wished that no one was the girl who just left.

He let his defeated arms rest at his side as he kept his sight on the floor. He remembered every time you would smile at him, whether it be from comforting him or just getting lost in your words. Or even every time your face would go soft and be concerned about him whenever you would fix him up after some sort of mission. But he really loved the way your hand felt entangled with his, and the warmth that would come from it.

Love was never his forte, but he would go through lengths for you. And maybe...maybe...just maybe, he finally could go through with his thoughts and do just that.

"So is [y/n] leaving?" Demencia popped up behind Flug, nearly making him shriek.

He turned around to face the now sad looking Demecia, smudged mascara running down her cheeks, evident that she had been crying. He gave a smile with his eyes to reassure her and gently patted her head [without getting hurt from her horns] which stopped her running mascara. "Nope. Not on my watch." He softly told her.

Demencia then punched Flug on the arm, she kept her gaze from him though. "Good, and don't tell ANYONE about my mascara!" She threatened the man, even though he knew it was harmless. "And....keep your word Baghead, I like her." Demencia confessed as she stared at Flug with an intense yet worried stare.

Flug nodded his head. "I know you do, so don't worry." And with that, Demencia grinned and slithered off, now feeling better than before.

Flug glanced around the broken television and wet floors before looking at the way where you had left. "Time to fix this."

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You dragged your feet towards Blackhat's office. You weren't scared of him, nor did you feel awful about approaching him. But you did feel as if you could just melt into a pile of tears...or disintegrate.

Instead of thinking, you focused on the door in front of you. You just walked in, and right away you saw Blackhat at his desk with multiple papers and grinning.

'Well shit.'

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