Attention {Paperhat}

~ Chapter Two ~

Flug reached under his bag to push his hair out of his eyes and quickly blinked a few times before he screwed the last screw into the tiny bot on the table.

"Ugh..." he groaned, dropping the screwdriver onto the table and carefully putting the invention into a jar with the other bots he had created. "This is horrible."

Three hours had passed since the indecent in the hallway, and Flug had been at work every since. He'd barely even stopped to make a new pot of coffee, and now that he thought about it, his eyelids here beginning to become extremely heavy. Cursing to himself, Flug stumbled his way over to the coffee machine. He struggled to start another pot, but when he finally managed to, he fell to his knees and was only staying up thanks to his tight grip on the table in front of him.

"Oh hell," he hissed as he tightly closed his eyes. "This isn't good.. Not good what so ever."

It took about five minutes for the coffee maker to ding, bringing Flug back from the place in between awake and deep sleep. He jumped up and grabbed his coffee cup off of the edge of the table. He poured it full of coffee and left it on the table to walk over to the small fridge that he had built himself. He pulled it open and reached in to grab his creamer. Once he felt the object against his gloved fingers, he quickly wrapped his hand around it and pulled it out of the fridge.
He grabbed a spoon out of a small drawer at the bottom of the fridge and kicked the appliance door shut with his foot before making his way over to his coffee. Popping the lid open, he poured a small amount of the liquid in, stirring it with the spoon as carefully as he could, as to not cause any coffee to spill over the rim.

He walked over to his main table and sat his cup down after taking a small sip, then got down on his knees in the corner of the room where he kept a box full of extra parts. He looked through the box for a while and grabbed a few parts along the way before he got back to his feet and dumped the parts on the table. His eyes scanned through them, silently picking out what he would need from this pile of trash, and then he snatched the needed pieces off of the table and swifty knocked the rest into the box where they came from.

And then, he began working on another bot.

~~

Black Hat sat quietly in his office, glaring at the wall. What was taking the doctor so damn long? He was about tired of waiting. With a growl, Black Hat slammed his fists down on the desk and briskly stood up from his large chair, then made his way over to the door of his large office. Yanking said door open, he stormed down the halls towards the lab, not wanting to waste any time in finding out why Flug's invention hadn't been shown to him already.
He threw open the lab doors, rage practically radiating off of him.

"FLUG!" his voice boomed. "WHERE THE HELL IS THAT BLASTED INVENTION?"

An extremely sleep-deprived Flug looked up from the small bot in his hand and gulped. "I-It's almost done, sir."

"IT SHOULD'VE BEEN DONE HOURS AGO, YOU FOOL!"

"I'm s-sorry, boss."

Black Hat felt like yelling more, but when he saw the young man sway a bit in his seat and watched as his eyes repeatedly tried to slip shut, he clenched his jaw shut and stood up straight, clasping his hands behind his back as he glowered down at Flug.

"I want you in my office by no later than 9:00 a.m. Understood?"

"Crystal-" Flug cut himself off to yawn. "..Crystal clear, sir."

Black Hat sneered at the pitiful sight and sharply turned on his heel, quickly making his way out of the lab and letting the doors slam closed behind him. He glared down at the floor as he walked down the dark hall and swallowed a large lump in his throat that had formed some time after leaving the lab. He thought about the way Flug had swayed in his seat and furrowed his brow; he was sure that if he was to remove that damned bag from his head, he'd have the darkest bags ever known to man under his eyes. Humans...needed sleep, right? But Flug was getting sleep. Of course he was! The demon stopped in his tracks and just stared at the wall for some time before storming into his office and turning the locks on the large doors. For someone with a brain like that, Flug could be pretty damn stupid, especially when it came to taking care of himself.

Black Hat told himself that he'd talk with the doctor when he came in to show off his newest invention.

~~

Flug let out a small, frustrated scream as he slammed his fist down onto the table, causing an empty beaker to fall over on it's side and roll off of the table, smashing into tiny shards on the hard floor.

"Dammit!" he loudly cursed, kicking his swivel chair and sending it slamming into the wall.

He'd almost been done with another batch of spiders, when he realized that he was out of the ingredients he'd need to make the fake webbing to go inside the bots. He didn't get paid until tomorrow evening, so he couldn't go buy any more, and it was way too early for any shops to be open. So to sum this up: he was fucked. And badly, at that. Black Hat was going to have a cow when he heard that the bots weren't finished in time and Flug would have to deal with the yelling from his boss and the loud, high-pitched laughter from Demencia who'd stay for the show. Then he'd have to tend to his cuts and bruises from the demon who seemed to enjoy physically hurting anyone and everyone around him.
Flug flinched at the memories and lightly rubbed at his forearm, where a few bruises still resided from the last time an invention was late. This was going to end horribly...

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I need a coma, goddammit

I'm sorry it's been so goddamn long since an update, but I had to get some other shit together. I've been working on stuff on my AO3 account and some MPHFPC and Creepypasta shit on here, as well. I haven't read this over, so deal with my mistakes.