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

Chapter 11: 505 | S

Flug was surprised by this. „So he is keeping his promise." he thought in confusion. Carefully he freed her from the chains and, catched the fragile body bridal style, only to shift to carry her like a potato sack. It would feel weird otherwise. Plus he dreaded what Demencia would say, if he caught them in a „romantic" position. Bah! Love. He carried her to the spare room next to demencias, laying her on the hard mattress. He lost count of how long it was empty. But according to the state of the room it must have been loooooooooooooong.
The wallpaper was faded and seemed to come off at parts and both the door and bed squeaked worse than a tortured mouse family. Not to mention the splittering windows. And was the Water in the bathroom even working? Flug wasn't Sure. Of course BH wanted to have a sense of class in his abode, but he really only cared for the spaces the demon himself or a client might venture in. So a room near demencia? The male villains usually didn't even want to come near her. Anyway, the room had a small desktop so that should be good for their new blueprinter. He gazed at her sleeping form for a while, expecting to her to wake up so he could explain everything to her. But no cigar, her eyes continued shut. After a while, he decided to just put a tracking device on her and do better, more productive, things.

(Y/n) awoke to pain, so much pain. Her muscles felt sore. Especially her wrists looked and felt like hell. There were painful red stripes on them, painfully decorating the pale skin. Even her facial muscles seemed to hurt,though she had no idea why. But her head was the worst. There was the painful drumming of blood and pain in a foggy mind, making thinking hard. And bawling?
Wha....?
As she drowsily opened her eyes she was welcomed by a well-known mass of blue. Moving her body she soon understood that the pure bean of the household, 505 had apparently cuddled around her in a protective way and was now welcoming her to the waking world. Her sore face smiled weakly. To see so innocent goodness was balsam to her tortured mind.
"Hello 505...I'm (Y/n)" she whispered, running a hand through the soft fur. The bear bawled happily, standing up and handing her a plate. It was a type of smoothie decorated with fruits to resemble a smile. Cute. Honestly, (Y/n) didn't care about whatever it was, as long as it was edible matter she was happy. She felt like starving! And the fruits were wonderful too! Her throat felt like it was desperate for vitamins.
"Thank you!!" She smiled as brightly as her muscle-ache would allow. The bear moved to stand up and was about to exit the room alltogether to give her the space she needed, but was stopped by her soft voice.
"W-wait! If you don't mind, would you...would you maybe mind staying? It's so nice to see a friendly face" it was a mere mutter but 505 gladly understood. Beeing asked to stay was a rather new experience for the bear, but it was a nice one!
That's how Flug found them, (Y/n) calmly munching on the snack, while 505 was happily drawing a picture of them on the floor. A calming, harmonious scene. It made Flug smile. He was in a good mood, and it was not for sadistic reasons! That was something rare for him. It was strange but...peaceful. Unlike Sadism which always let a burned sensation in his stomach, this felt like a camomile tea after a long days work.
"So..are you just going to keep stalking us or are you going to enter, doctor Flug?" (Y/n) whisper-chuckled.
"You're up. That's good."
„Eh, debatable. When I was sleeping I atleast didn't feel any pain. Also it's so unusual to hear you use ‚good'" she gave another chuckle.
„So you're in pain." Flug took out a Clipboard and started making notes.
„Yeah? I strained my muscles a lot.." she observed the notes with a concerned eye.
„It's the first time, the flower decided to actually root itself onto a soul. We need to scientifically record this." He was speaking in disinterested,absorbed, fast voice: his experiment voice.
„Alright. I feel pain but it's mostly from the movements and boundaries, I think...I also feel mentally exhausted. But most importantly, I only remember dark...black fog" (Y/n) counted on her fingers.
„Noted. Anything else?"
„No sir!!"
„We'll document the after-effects in the next couple of days. If there is anything unusual, anything at all, just contact me" He explained, not taking the pen nor eyes off the document. (Y/n) could feel that he was completely in his element. Slug did that too. He would probably want go now, to drown himself in research.
„Due to your health and this research, you do not have to work today. Make yourself useful, but do not strain yourself. I'd like to eliminate as many as outside-factors as possible. Good afternoon"
The (h/c)ette decided to take that as polite concern. „Got it. Thanks" She was unsure, if he even heard him as he walked off,as predicted.
Her (e/c) scanned the deeply immersed blue bear on the ground. "So what to do 505...what to do..." seeing his maid outfit and thinking that he could use a break, the girl decided that cooking shouldn't be too hard.
Shouldn't.
The moment she was on her unused legs she thought differently. They were the least of her problems, really since they only hurt on her ankles where she had been strapped out. But not sleeping and walking for two days? Prepare for some wobbly legs, sister.
The (e/c) eyed girl  was already halfway down the corridor when noticing that she had no idea where the kitchen might be.
„Eh...505 where is the kitchen?" the (h/c) Head of the new girl reappeared in the doorframe wearing a sheepish smile.
505 looked up from his finished drawing and stood up happily. With the support of 505 they finally arrived at the kitchen, which was of course classily decorated. With a swift ignoring of her legs she checked to find the fridge...completely empty. Well besides an onion some, bread, and a broth cube. We can work with that! Distinctly remembering a manga about cooking she started to recreate the process.
„Onion soup it is!!" with a little bit of human kitchen-magic a soup was prepared, although 505 didn't seem very fond of it.
„Aw come on 505 you gotta eat your vergetables!" But the bear didn't stir. She shrugged and filled four bowls with the (in her eyes) delicious soup.
"FOOOD!!!" She screamed into the Hallway, hoping that the other villains wouldn't be like 505.
To her it felt strangely normal, if not thrilling working for the villainous.

Wasn't sure if I should upload or not but it fulfilled the number of words i've set myself to fulfill and I thought it had a nice ending. Also an update for you guys.