"An Angel's Madness" (Heroic x Reader x Villainous)

Chapter 10: A girls forgiveness | U

(Y/n) hadn't slept in two days.
Neither did Black Hat.
He had sat by her Plank all the time, trying to get the needed information. He had screamed, threatened, harassed her, but she would always laugh. Everytime he decided to give it up and just kill the damn girl, she would taunt him with a crumble of information. The flower had been a big mistake, but as a called-in Flug had told him, the plant had already so deeply rooted itself in her soul, they couldn't remove it without killing the rare flower.  At least not, if the girl didn't fight against it on her own. And he would be damned before stooping down to tell anyone to fight against evil, let alone his own product.  After three days he decided that (Y/n) was Flugs Problem.
He instructed Flug to try whatever he had got in Store for her, but not kill her. After all, when they had the information and positively broken her, she should work as the blueprinter. Dead humans can't do that (from what he heard).
The moment the scientist was greeted by the insane giggles, he wondered if she wouldn't break them first. He studied her appearance while she gave off a snarky remark about BH and give up. No doubt, this was the quiet, akward, sketchbook-holding, girl he met on the other day. But it sure didn't feel like her. Her bodyposture had switched from reserved to outgoing and instead of a honest smile there rested a devious smirk on her lips.
„Y-you should be careful of what you say around here (Y/n)." he frowned.
„You obviously do, cowering in Black Hats shadow like that's some sort of prize!" she spat. Ouch. That hurt. Mostly because it was kinda true. Flug was far away from beeing modest but when Black Hat was around he made himself to be less worth than air.
„S-shut up! You don't know what you are talking about"
„Oh please, why would you need to steal another's hard work, then?" her voice was boiling with repressed anger.
So she still cared about her art.
Thinking of which, most of the rage seemed to be come from the fact that they stole her design. If they could somehow earn forgiveness from her, the flower would have less to feed on. His stomach ached with the thought of having to apologize, but it was either this or more sleepless nights, thanks to the echoing laughter in the mansion. He thought about the first time they met. He couldn't help but note how similar they were. In social interactions at least. That gave him something work with.
„Well it was awesome hard work" he made himself sheepishly. Stroking ego, a basic but effective tactic if she was anything like him.
„Pshh! I-I know that!" although her words may suggest otherwise she actually sounded more insecure, as she said them. And wouldn't cha know it, the bright lime green of her eyes actually became a little bit dimmer.
„Well I guess they told you something like that too, at Heroics?" He prayed for a no. That would actually get him to direct her rage somewhere else. There was nothing he'd rather do then that.
„Well White Hat did... he would always go on on how he believes in me" she grinned cockily.
Behind all the darkness swirling around her and the twisted vision, (Y/n) actually felt bad. She missed the chaotic goodness of the Heroics and the benevolent support of her Boss. The girl felt sad and fearful, not knowing what would happen to her, but she was no longer in control. Her corrupted side, turned fear into taunting and cry's into laughter. She felt that, if it weren't for that side, then she would have sunken into a depressed sea of sadness a long time ago.
„Well, that's good..." Flug really didn't know what to say to this, „it deserves to be praised." That was weak.
"Any Reason why you are praising my art like its a gift from Satan himself, Doctor?"
Damnit.
(Probably) due to her Fangirl Past the (h/c)ette could read him perfectly.
To Flug it felt like the Genius was running into a wall head-first over and over again. The only option he saw left, was basically an assassination of his pride. But on the other side, Black Hat was literally (!) going to assassinate him, if he failed.
"B-b-because I want. You. To" his paperbag scrunched under distress, as it seemed to cause him physical pain to utter these words, "forgive me"
The femme fatale grinned at him.
"Sorry didn't quite catch that~"
"F-forgive me, for stealing your art!"
"Still can't hear you!"
"FORGIVE ME PLEASE!"
(On the other end of the mansion Demencia giggled, hearing this. She shipped it.) The corrupted girl beamed at Flugs distress, a cocky, mischievous smile on her otherwise pale lips. She was thriving in his despair, absorbing every second of the power rush in her veins. Flug wondered how she ever became a Heroic...
„There you go! Now, why don't we make a little deal, my dear doc?"
„....what are t-The conditions?"
„I agree to forgive you if you let me roam about."
...
„...and then she burst out into another insane gigglefit" the Scientist finished his report to Black Hat (smoothly letting out where he had to beg of course). Black Hat ripped his face off, with a frustrated groan. Believe it or not, a satanic demon also needs sleep (even if it's only for his nerves's sake). „...fine. Tell her that I agree to it. Maximal surveillance will be put on her and she has to work as the blueprinter" and with that he turned around in his chair and wished to be left alone.

„I agree to forgive you"
Flug couldn't help but ponder over this sentence, while on the way to his lab. Had the raging queen so much, of a grip over her emotions that she could choose when she would move on? He could certainly not. Well for his deals sake, he hoped that it was at least enough to push the flower off. It was a mere evil amplifier but it also needed surpressed negativity to thrive on. He also wondered if BH would really keep to his word. The demon was as much as a tradesman as he was villain after all...It made the „dear doctor" smirk, that even with all her manipulating skills, the femme fatale had still fallen victim to an obvious trap.
He reached the lab and girl in a much better mood than he had before, swiftly going over to her. „The Boss has agreed to your deal. But know that maximal surveillance will be put on you and you have to prove yourself useful". She nodded to this her ever so present insane smile, not leaving her mouth „now fulfill your part of the deal!"
With a dark chuckle the dangerous girl closed her eyes. Flug watched in odd fascination how her face scrunched itself up and seemed to want to scream as it depicted the fight for control in her heart. Now and then she would mutter something in a soft hush only to be followed with an intense struggle against an invisible force. The room was filled with the tension omitting from the girl. And it kept on building. The movements became more insane, more brash, more desperate even though he didn't even think it possible. And, with a piercing shriek that seemed to release all the build up tension in herself and made Flug deeply flinch, she went limp. The Flower jumped off calmly landing on the floor, where a careful Flug put it right back into the container.
He eyed the wet-cheeked girl, that now seemed so peaceful. Her (h/c) hair was chaotically scattered everywhere, her (s/c) skin was looking pale and uncared for. Still, there was a slight, genuine smile on her lips. She looked so fragile...
„Just like a real life sleeping beauty"
He shook his head. What a silly thought! He didn't even know where it came from. To shake off these strange thoughts he proceeded with the plan and called his boss.
„ My M-Master, I-I-it's done"
„Good now, unstrap her you idiot" the grumpy voice ordered, finishing the call without another word.

Poooof! It's done! I managed to recreate it as closely as I remember! I hope you like it. It's so hard not to write an Eddsworld x Reader xD. There is already more beeing written! Look forward to that.