The Ball

The Invitation

BlackHat organization, a place full of such crazy horrors, there is normally never a time when they're not working to get some sort of evil tom-foolery done. But right now is one of those rare moments when nothing seems to be occurring.

 Blackhat, Flug and 5.0.5 patiently wait in the lecture hall for the one and only member missing; Dementia. She called upon a meeting to share some news. Flug can only assume what it has to do with, most likely that she found a rat and wants to just drop it at their feet. It made Flug recoil at the thought. It can be assumed it's happened before.

The two men and bear wait in silence, well almost silence. All that can be heard is the slight cooing of Flug to 5.0.5 as he pet him on his chin, talking to him quietly like some sort of hurt animal that you want to show affection. But then again, Flug normally has that tone of voice, a worried voice but also an emotional one. 

Blackhat began getting impatient, he was tapping his foot harshly upon the carpeted floor, which made the slight sound of thumping. He groaned in annoyance and turned towards his scientist and his pesky bear.

"What is the point of this?? What's taking so long?? I have things I could be doing right now!" Flug softly rolled his eyes in response. Though true he does work tons, it was to a dead beat most of the time as of late. Business hasn't been the best, been extremely slow to put it lightly.

"Your guess is as good as mine sir.. Though I believe we should be proud of Dementia for even putting up a meeting, sure this one has a huge chance of not ending too nicely and immaturely, but maybe if we show we care and expected something important, maybe she'll try harder next time."  Blackhat slouched at such words that escaped the mans lips. How could he believe in her like that? It would of actually meant something if it were for anyone else in the whole house, but it had to just be her. BlackHat hissed through his teeth at the such hope and low key affection he was giving the rancid girl.

As if on queue, Dementia can bursting through the door. And to Flugs avail, she didn't to be holding any sort of-- dead creature in her mouth. Dementia walked over to a booth like table with a little gabble on it and of course slammed the thing as hard as she could against the whole table. "ORDER!! ORDER TO THE COURT!" 

BlackHat recoiled at such unprofessionalism, she's acting more like a judge than the leader of a meeting. BlackHat followed Flugs lead as he unfolded some chairs and took a seat. Just looking at these unfolding metal chairs made him want to cancel this whole meeting even more. It showed how low class he was really letting this place go to.  But they were on sale! What was he suppose to do?? NOT get them??

As BlackHat was lost in his thought, Dementia intertwined her fingers together and looked down upon the two men. After a few last moments of silent she spoke.

"So as you both may know, at least once a month I am allowed to go into town, unsupervised, and when no one is around who knows what could happen~!" Flug gulped at the gesture. Just thinking of the girl going unsupervised anywhere is a living nightmare. The whole reason why she even was allowed to do such is, every month everyone from the house hold is suppose to go out and cause their very own kayos, or to go out from groceries, which is normally what Flug and 5.0.5 did, everyone else went out on their own to do some evil doing. 

"And????" BlackHat growled, Dementia straightened her back and put her hands on her hips "And as you both may know, many men and women invite me to multiple events, such as parties, dinners, dates, and other fun stuff! And the person who invited me this time was a super fancy guy!! He's having some sort of-- classical party?? And I thought it was right up our ally!! All there will be there is dancing and food! So totally not overwhelming at all!" She glanced at Flug at the last part. Of course he was referring to him since all he does i get overwhelmed by everything, which as guessed, this whole thing already seems like too much for him.

Blackhat rubbed his chin in thought and crossed his legs. "Well.... I suppose we don't have any other business today... Well the decision has been made! Blackhat and Co. Are going to such said 'classical party'" Flug rubbed his arm in nervousness.  "um-- actually--- count me out.. I would rather get a head start on future work.." 

Blackhat quickly twisted his head towards the fragile man, he could tell right away from his posture that he wasn't feeling too great about the whole idea. Blackhat pitied the poor guy, but like hell he's going to this thing with JUST Dementia and that blasted bear.

 Blackhat quickly stood up and pushed his chair back slightly with him. And as he took a few steps forwards, he stopped and scoffed 

"Well too bad, as my scientist and assistant, you're going." Flug put his head into his hands are groaned. 5.0.5 rested his head in his lab as you attempted calming to the poor man not wish to disappear. 

This was going to be a long week.

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