His Demons (PaperHat Mpreg)

~Chapter 5~

BlackHat's PoV

Eventually we ended up falling asleep, none to my surprise. We awoke later on in the day, being rather lazy for the most part, but we both decided to migrate out of the room to eat.

Flug was at my side, his hand in mine as we made our way to the kitchen. He sat at the counter as I went to get everything set up. "So what would you like to eat? How does pizza sound sound?" I asked him curiously. He seemed to think about it for a moment before giving a nod.

"Yea, that sounds good," he said. I nodded right back as I grabbed my phone, both of us clearly being too lazy to make anything. I ordered the pizza and set the phone down, joining Flug at the counter. We talked for a few minutes before we eventually heard the sickeningly high pitched voice of Demencia herself.

"Flug-Bug! Your okay!" she yelped. She began to run in Flug direction, clearly ready to jump on him.

"Wait, WAIT, WAIT! Don't jump on me!" he yelped, bracing himself. I've never felt myself act faster than I did in that moment. I stepped in front of Flug, putting my hand up and stopping her mid air. With one swift moment I dropped her to the floor, and she fell with a thud. Flug eased from behind me, and I stepped aside as I heard her groan.

"D-Demencia are you alright?" Flug asked. Sometimes I thought he was far too sweet for his own good. But I would never want him to change. She groaned, standing to her feet and glaring at me for a second, and pouting at Flug.

"I just wanted to hug you," she whined. He laughed, giving her a hug to male her feel better. He pulled away and I seen her look him up and down real quick. "Why did you hide yourself away for so long Flug? You look fine to me," she said. I smirked slightly.

"Looks pretty fine to me too," I purred teasingly. His gaze snapped in my direction and he glared at me playfully, his cheeks turning red. I snickered and he brought his attention back to Demencia, his face now with a small grin on it.

"Uhm...Demencia, how would you feel about being an aunt of some sort?" he asked her. It was a rather smart way to approach the subject, I'll give him that. She seemed to think about it for a minute before answering.

"I think that would be kinda fun! Besides, it would be kinda cute to have a little tyke around here," she said. Flug laughed quietly and it finally hit her as to how odd the question was. "But what does that have to do with anything?" she asked. Flug glanced at me and I nodded, pushing him a bit to tell her. He turned back to her, taking a deep breath.

"Well..." he stopped, clearly uncomfortable with saying it outright. I don't blame him, it would definetly be something that would take some getting used to. Instead, he leaned down to her ear, and a few inaudible whispers were heard before he pulled away. Her eyes widened, her mouth open agape for a second seeming speechless.

"Wait are you serious?" she asked almost breathlessly. He nodded with a slight hum and she grinned widely jumping up and down. "Holy shit, Flug that's amazing!" she squealed. I laughed as she hugged Flug excitedly. She pulled away and looked down a little bit. "So thhaaatttssss why your not a stick figure anymore," she said. He blushed a little, crossing his arms.

"S-Shut up, I-I'm self-conscious about it alright?" he said, making me chuckle and jump into the conversation. I walked up behind him, sliding my arms around his still mostly skinny figure. I looked up at Demencia, a firm glare on my face, making her shrink down a bit.

"That means YOU need to leave Flug be. He's sensative and doesn't need you stressing him out or jumping on him. If you do I will not hesitate to mercilecly rip you limb from limb and feed what's left of you to 5.0.5," I growled at her. She gulped and I felt flug lightly hit my shoulder.