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

Chapter 12: Life worth living | T

The first to come was Demencia of course. While she wasn't too fond of the whole ‚vegetable' thing, she did dip her face eagerly into the bowl. It was like watching a dog eat. (Y/n) wondered if she could tame her...the lizard girl barely took notice of the newbie and just ran off after eating not even wiping her mouth. She was actually crazier than Clemencia...wow. If the friendship with said unicorn girl had taught her anything, then Demencia would probably run back into the kitchen a few hours later, only now catching up to the fact that the food had to come from somewhere and that there was another girl in the kitchen. It was better this way, (Y/n) still felt wondered what Demencia thought about her after that „shooting her"disaster.
A few minutes later, Flug came into the cooking room. His goggles were (metaphorically) glued to the clipboard as if searching for the meaning of life. They only flickered away from it when a cheerful (e/c)ed woman held the warm plate infront of his notes making him look partly pissed and partly amused.
„Are You trying to poison us?"
Of course that's the first conclusion he jumps to...geez. (Y/n)s eybrows knitted themselves in a frown.
„Dr., your Boss is a invincible demon and you eat food from a bear who cooks without having thumbs...Even if I were trying to, which i am not, it wouldn't work. No offense to 505 though" she rolled her eyes.
And here she thought the mad scientist and Slug couldn't be anything alike each other....well that just made things easier „But if you prefer to starve..I'll gladly eat it myself" she said sassily. Flug ‚blinked' surprised.
„N-no! It's alright!" He waved his hands in a dismissing motion and then tried to grab the bowl. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and handed it to him. „Next Time, I want a apology" she stuck her tongue out.
„Now of you excuse me, I'll bring this bowl to Black Hat" and with that she walked out, before Flug could say anything else. 
The paperbagged scientist stared at the door and then at the bowl.
That girl seemed to operate on a completely different plane...And still. She seemed so similar to him.
He shook his rectangular head, to shush away the strange thoughts. Then it occurred to him, what she actually said. If she honestly thought that bringing a bowl of vegetable soup to the Boss was a good idea, then Flug might aswell start up the healing machine.

The way to BHs Office wasn't difficult to find. The fragile girl just had to follow the path of creepily torn furniture and the decreasing of portraits (she guessed the latter was because BH didn't need vessels to spy from,  near his office). She knocked shyly, but not really expecting a response. But surprinsigly she got one. A dangerous growl to be exact. "Mr. Black Hat I-I b-brought you s-soup." Silence, then the creaking noise of a door beeing opened.
„What are YOU doing here?" the demon boss growled again.
„I-I brought you soup! Flug said that I can't work for today because of the flower incident, so I made myself useful" You only now realized, how senseless that explaination must have sounded. But the dapper overlord didn't seem to listen anyway, his eye(s) were fixated on the pastel green food.
„Why are you trying to poison me? You know who I am, it doesn't work!"
(Y/n) facepalmed.
„I'm not...yes of course, but gosh darnit why can't anyone in this household respect vegetables as a important part of a balanced diet!" she groaned „Besides, I didn't have much to work with"
„Why are you doing this then?" he was still looking down at the soup but his eye was fixated on the fragile woman.
„I wanted to help. But my human-body is hurting everywhere. You wouldn't understand" she shrugged. He looked with disgust at her.
„Humans are gross and weak. And strange too..."
„Gee thanks."
Flug, Who had surpervised the cameras and tracking devices BH demanded to be put on her, nearly spit out his soup. How in the name of SATAN, can she be sassy to the greatest villain of all time?? Apparently the demon thought so too, as his features morphed into an angry expression.
„Don't talk to me like that, you worm! I'm your boss"
(Y/n) snorted angrily. „Well, your omnipotence, I regret to inform you that bottling up your feelings causes artblock" she muttered under her breath.
„What was that?"
„Nothing." For a second Black Hat was actually surprised, because that growl (for a human) gave him a run for his money. Then the girl dumped the soup bowl into his gloved hands and turned on her heel angrily and dashed away.
„And you're an especially strange one..."

(Y/n) wove a distressed hand into her hair. Eew. It was in dire need of a wash. Just great...now she could add „smelly" to BHs List. Actually, a hot bath tub sounded heavenly about now. But was something heavenly ever to come out of this household? Well..Flug and Demencia didn't seem to smell..
„Flug!!! I know that you probably installed cameras in the house! Just come over here!! I have a question...please..?" Well this was a risky Bluff. If her hunch was wrong, she just looked completely insane trying to talk to people who aren't there..Then again this company tolerated Demencia..
Flug on the other side nearly dropped his coffee. She knew. But somehow it didn't seem to bother her...If he understood correctly, she seemed more bothered by the fact he was letting her wait. She had resumed her step and seemed to be searching for the lab. Now the coffee definetly spilled. The area around his lab wasn't safe, for such a fragile young lady! Or any human for that matter! With his googles glued to a pocketwatchesk version of his monitor, he rushed to her. If she knew him well enough to think she had been put into surveillance, shouldn't she know that his lab was an absolute death-zone?
„(Y/n)! I'm here! I'm here!"
She gave him a smile. „Thank You, Doc. I was wondering...I am in dire need of a wash. Would you mind telling me if there is a bathtub or anything to wash myself in? Some clean clothes would also be greatly appreciated"
Well shoot, there was foil in their plan. This had been a...spontaneous adoption. There were no materials to work with her. His white..eyes (?) Were thin pinpricks as the gears in his head rattled. (Y/n) crossed her arms.
„You've got no plan do you?" she raised a brow. „Honestly, what's the point of serving a classy villain if you don't even get to enjoy a classy life style?"
Flug nearly choked. How was she not scared? She was sharing a mansion with a murder machine! Why was she treating them like old family?!
„You get to live another day!" he looked at her with hostility. This must have been the seeds the Flower had rooted itself onto.
„Yeah..but under what conditions? I mean there is a point when it's not a life worth living." His Eyes widened.
„Anyway...I guess I'll go ask Demencia then. Sorry to make you come Flug"
She left Flug standing there, with the mouth behind his paperbag wide open.

So...how to catch a demencia? She wasn't the type to just relax in her room after all... A foul feeling bestowed itself into (Y/n)s gut. This was bound to be a terrible adventure if she wasn't careful.