Black Hat and Dr. Flug had gone on a "vacation." Well, "vacation" was a loose meaning of the word. They were technically still at work, but hadn't been working as they traveled from place to place trying to track down the threat that was me. Unfortunately the lady at the hotel desk was confused and thought they were a couple so booked them a room for a couple.
Meaning it only had one bed.
Normally a employee and his boss in a room with one bed would lead to a whole host of issues. Thankfully, Black Hat didn't need to sleep and said so, "I have no need to sleep. Go ahead and rest." The tone was suspicious but the doctor went to bed anyway. Immediately he regretted this choice, as the feeling of thousands of eyes staring at him crawled up his skin.
That's because the Eldritch Lovecraftian Horror in the room was watching him with thousands of eyes like he was a piece of fatty meat. Which is to say creepily.
Flugsly, again I don't know if that's the correct name, should have known better than to sleep in the same room as his boss he criticized himself. He tried to block the eyes but even after covering his face with a pillow, he only felt the eyes taking off his clothes. Flug couldn't get to sleep under these conditions.
He curled up in a growing fear, trying to cover more of his body but never able to cover enough with his skinny arms and large hands.
That is when I came in, I sang to myself as I entered the hotel room. "🎼🎵To feel that deep inside of you, all of my love. All of my love!🎵" As soon as Black Hat turned around to do something Lovecraftian Horror nonsense, I grabbed his cheek. Due to my fear of eating wool and all my teeth falling out, it felt like wool. I overcame the shaking and disgust and threw him on to the bed.
The Villain PROTAGONIST got up as soon as he hit the bed. Then I slapped him with a sandal. Normally this would only make him mad but he was brought down to lay flat on the bed. He held his face in surprise that the mere shoe did anything. I smiled and bent to eye level with him. I chuckled to his face, "I am God, I could kill you. Lay. down. on. the. bed. and cuddle the wimpy man."
The Eldritch humanoid shape got up again to be laid flat again on the bed. I grabbed his arm, and put it around the human male. The human man was deeply uncomfortable by the touch but I forced the other arm and then the leg then the other leg around him. I spoke with a smirk of smugness, "Cuddle him or I put you in a 505 onesie... or I indulge my crossdressing kink and make it a pretty pink dress."
Against his will he held the inventor close but refused to cuddle or snuggle. The Eldritch Horror gave a disgusted and hateful face. I frowned then huffed, "You disappoint me." Then I exited the room.
