Paperhat (Dr. Flug x Black Hat)

Chapter 3

Flug wipes away the tears from under his paper bag.
-Something has to be wrong, Black Hat would have normally made fun of Flug for crying, but today he has been acting, different.-

Flug gets up and shrugs off his lab coat and sets it on his desk, now cleaned of the sticky mess. Flug slowly makes his way to the dining room for dinner. Flug entered the dining room to see Demencia flinging food at 5.0.5 . Black Hat started to yell at Demencia to stop being a little brat and to eat like a normal idiot. Flug silently giggles to himself at Black Hats ranting, wait.

-Did I really just giggle, at Black Hat?- Flug shakes his head a little an goes to sit down.

5.0.5 sets a plate a pancakes in front of him for dinner, yep, dinner, and Flug looks down at it with fright. He just wants to eat by himself in peace. Right as he was about to ask to leave Demencia hit him in the face with a spoonful of mustard, laughing.

"Demencia, stop it! Ill be in my lab if anyone else wants to throw stuff at me." Flug says as he gets up and snags a pancake on the way out.

"Flug, wait! Gar, you idiot Demencia!" Black hat says as he follows after Flug.

Flug was sitting at his desk sadly staring at his blueprint to make another Ray for Blackhat. He swiftly swipes everything off his desk in a fit of frustration and sadness.

"All I am is a tool, I make the weapons and the tools and the potions, and the thanks I get is being starved and sleep deprived, ugh Black hat hates me and I get treated like dirt, why am I even here!" Flug screams as he sinks to the floor.

"I'm sorry"

Flug turns his body to see Black hat leave from the room in a swift movement. All Flug can do is sit there crying, crying about his life and the people he has to deal with and Black hat, oh Black hat.

"And to believe that I might have actually liked him." Flug mutters to himself as he curls into a ball and feels like dying.