☆ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚 ☆ - 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚞

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰...

I realized that there's absolutely jack shit about memories or snow in this chapter. I quickly also realized I do not care. 😢😢

Just to clear some shit up, Flug's first name is Kendra and I will refer to her as such because Flug is a stupid fucking name. 

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~Kendra's POV~

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Let me start out by saying I'm NO stranger to Demencia's antics. I've been dealing with them ever since I created that damn lizard. However... this? This was...

ALL of Lady Blackhat's office was COVERED in graffiti. From spray paint to what looked like blood  (And god only knows who it belonged to) her entire office was trashed. There were papers scattered across her desk... one of the windows were broken...

I just stood there in the doorway, watching Demencia chew on a rat or... something. How in hell was I supposed to clean this up... God knows she'll be back soon..  I suppose the best option is to curl up and accept my fate-

"Hey! Nerd! I can feel you overthinking over there."

"Hmm, I wonder why, WHY THE FUCK HAVE YOU TRASHED BLACKHAT'S OFFICE?!?"

I snapped, facepalming onto my bag.

"I got locked in here! Anyways, she'll just magically clean it up. Won't she?"

Demencia chirped, sucking on what is now clear to be an opossum.

"I mean, yes- she probably will- but still! She's going to be absolutely pissed!"

Demencia's eyes widened as I spoke to her. Good, maybe I'm finally getting my message through her thick skull...

"Blackhat doesn't like messes! She's a damn neat freak, and she has the most EXPLOSIVE temper of any being in the universe! She's gonna start bitching again, and-"

Demencia pointed at something behind me. I soon realized why her eyes widened, as I heard the demonic woman's deep voice behind me.

"What did you just say...?"

"Nothing, Jefecita, nothing at all...! Um... I'm sorry, I just-"

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO MY OFFICE?!!"

She turned me around to face her, and her face was one of incomprehensible rage.

"You two. Leave. Right. Now."

Demencia scrambled away into a vent, but I was too scared to move. Blackhat grabbed my collar, and said in a sickeningly sweet tone:

"Darling, when I tell you to leave my office, what do you think that means...?"

"...to leave...?"

"Aww, yes, you're so smart! NOW GET OUT!"

I scrambled out of there, running for my life. I swear, sometimes I wish I had never sold my soul to that woman...

But I had to get to work. Right. Work.

Walking through the halls, I admired the architecture of the place. I've always loved building things, ever since I was a child... I would always make gadgets with anything I could find around the house, and invent new things for my parents to use. That's why even though I've walked through these exact same hallways millions of times, it never gets old. Blackhat always had an eye for fashion and design... whether it be her ornate home or her elaborate outfits. Everything in this manor is black and red, of course - they're the boss's favorite colors. Everything was a mix of neoclassical and gothic structure, having huge arches, ornate stained glass windows, and small details everywhere that would make DaVinci weep.