CRASH!
When you felt no more movement, you opened your eyes. You had crashed into a laboratory of sorts. You got out of the plane and tried to walk, quickly falling over. Your head was spinning so fast that you couldn't stand up.
You tried to get up again, but only to fall again, louder this time. The thunk seemed to echo through the giant hat-shaped house.
You heard the door slowly creek open. You saw a pair of eyes under goggles. After the figure seemed to see you, he ran in, offering his hand to help you up. He had a lab coat with a cheeky shirt under it along with some gloves and a paper bag over his head. His goggles went over the bag.
You took his hand, finally managing to stand up. "W-who are you?" He asked. He was the most anxious man you've ever seen. "Dr. (L/N)." You answered. "Dr. Flug." He added.
You could tell that he was a scientist, and being one yourself, you respected that very much. You told him about your plane and how the wing had broke off. He offered to help, and you two began to search for the solution to the malfunction and a way to repair the damage.
