|Chapter 1|

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You watched quietly as a strange person, wearing a paper bag over his head, follow the famous Black Hat to their lair. You had just gotten an internship there as some sort of secretary. Although it didn't pay well, it was way better then your last job; McDonalds.

You hadn't wanted them to notice you quite yet. You still had to make sure your makeup and hair were decent so you'd look good for your first day.

You snuck into the outdoor bathroom, regardless of the stench and appearance, and quickly adjusted yourself. You then took a deep breath and attempted to boost your confidence by talking to yourself, as odd as it was.

"(Y/n)" you said, quietly. "You can do this. You're an independent, totally not socially awkward person!"

That was a lie. You'd been socially awkward your whole life. You just weren't well with meeting new people. Even though it didn't help too much, talking to yourself did boost your confidence enough to do certain things.

You left the bathroom and made your way to the entrance of the lair. You would think it would be concealed in some way, but it wasn't. It was really just a house decorated "evilly".

You took a deep breath and hesitantly knocked on the door. At first, there was no reply, but as you pulled your hand up to knock again, the door handle wiggled.

You flinched as the door swung open to reveal Black hat, himself, standing before you. "And who might you be?" He asked in a deep, mad-sounding voice.

You looked up at him, though didn't make eye contact. "I-I'm (y/n)...Y-you hired me as a secretary..." you said. Your voice was quiet and shaky, which only happened when you were nervous.

"Ah, yes!" He said. He then smiled, revealing his sharp, creepy teeth. "Come in before 505 eats you!" He warned.

You flinched, but followed him in as he guided you through the building. What the hell is a 505? You thought.

He finally stopped at a smol room with a computer and desk. It wasn't decorated or anything; actually, it was quite plain.

"This is where you will spend all of your time" he told you in his deep voice. You hoped you'd get used to it.

"O-okey, s-sir!" You said, forming a weak smile.

He turned to leave. "All you have to do is answer emails and phone calls." He told you before exiting. You nodded, even though he left.

You sighed. "Well, that went better than planned..." you told yourself quietly.

You turned on the computer and opened up Email. No messages.

You slumped in your new chair. "This is gonna be boring....isn't it...?" You asked yourself.

Then, however, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around to see a person standing before you. This person, however, had a paper bag covering his face.

It was Dr. Flug.....

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