Dr.Flug sat at his workbench, working through ninety-six hours of sleep deprivation, on something that he couldn't tell for sure anymore was what he'd intended to make. His hands shook as he blindly welded and screwed and bolted together pieces of what looked like it could be some sort of haphazard ray-gun. He looked at it in his hands and sighed, he'd finally finished, and then he collapsed against the table and slept for what felt like only sixty seconds.
He awoke to the sound of his boss' thunderous roar,
"Flug! What the HELL is this?!" Black Hat shouted loud enough to make the whole room shake. Dr.Flug bolted upright and turned to look at the device Black hat held in his hands,
"The uh, the thing-" he trailed off, "-the thing you wanted me to make," he said before quickly adding, "sir." at the end. Black Hat glared at Flug, then down at the gun in his hands.
"I ordered you to make a simple laser gun. THIS is just a fucking metal cylinder with a trigger!" Black hat examined the gun with confusion and anger covering his face. Flug grunted frustratedly and snatched the gun from his boss' hands. Before Black Hat could do amything Flug held up the gun in a demonstrative manner. Flug then shook his head, pressed a button on the side, and fired a thick and bright green laser at the wall, all while never breaking eye-contact with Black Hat. Black Hat's eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. He took two wide steps and loomed over Flug.
"I hope you know that's coming out of your paycheck!" He bellowed, pointing at the hole in the wall that the blast made.
"Oh, What paycheck? huh?! You pay me? WOW! I must have really been sleep deprived cause I seem to still be dreaming! You, a selfish and apathetic son of a bitch, paying me for my tireless work?! Damn. Of all the things you take me for I never imagined a gullible fool being one of them!" Flug yelled back, pressing a hand against his boss' chest and pushing him back, finding no resistance. Black Hat had been rendered speechless by the sudden outburst. Flug had never yelled like that before, and the sharpness cut into him with the force of a freight train. The juxtaposition of Dr.Flug's now agressive tone stunned Black Hat. He never knew Flug had it in him to yell like that. Or at least not at him. Black Hat briefly remembered moments where rage had overtaken the Doctor, typically when Demencia would break his things, but never was it directed towards Black Hat himself.
Shock quickly overtook Black Hat's face, and he opened his mout to say something, but Flug interupted him, "no! no, you don't get to say anything this time! This is my time to shout, to scream my fucking head off. You've said enough! And I know this will probably have consiquences, but I don't even care anymore! Isn't that sad?" Flug let out a small woeful chuckle and held his head in his hands for a second before gripping his hands at his sides,
"I quit. I don't care if you kill me for this. I don't care if you make my life a living hell, somehow more than it already is. I don't want this anymore! I cant live like this! I'm done here, and I'm leaving!" Flug finished and glared up at Black Hat, who somehow seemed smaller and less fierce.
Flug waited for some sort of roar, and then scorching pain, but all he got from Black Hat was a small nod and a soft "Very well."
Flug grinned sarcastically under his bag and shook his head,
"Oh! Is THAT all you have to say? No Shouting back? Nothing at all? Really?! No big words or threats on my life? I quit after years of being under your thumb, living in fear, and all it takes to make it out alive is some 'mean words'?!" Flug didn't feel like he'd said the words coming out of his mouth, he just heard them and didn't even try to stop it,
"pathetic." he finished and pointed Black Hat out of his lab. Blach Hat nodded and walked out with his head hung low, confused and still slightly shaken by how powerful Flug had suddenly become. Flug sighed shakily, leaned against his workbench, and thought about what he'd do next. the reaction he'd recieved was not one he'd expected, and he'd just accepted death by then.
He looked around himself and eventually decided to do what he had said he'd do.
He packed his things and, with a little help from 5.0.5, made his exit. He knew he was smart enough to make it on his own, and already knew he had a reputation in weapons inventing, so he made the decission then and there to try and make a name for himself on his own in that field. on his way out he passed Black Hat and didn't flinch when Black Hat stopped him to say,
"All the money I owe you has been placed into your bank acount, Doctor."
Flug nodded and continued on untill he was about half a mile away from the mansion, finding the nearest bank, and checking how much he got. It looked like enough to get himself a small house in town and a little car, only big enough for two people.
After two weeks of unpacking and buying furniture he needed Dr.Flug was settled in and ready to get back on his feet.
The same couldn't be said for his former employer.
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Last Time (paperhat)
FanfictionDr.Flug had endured too much for far too long. And finally, the pin dropped. (rated mature for language, violence, and other to be determined things)(there is angst) ((this is a work in progress fic, not proofread yet or edited)
