Attention {Paperhat}

~ Chapter Six ~

Flug hissed as the alcohol bubbled on a particularly large cut across his lower back. His hands balled up his bed sheets as he gritted his teeth.

"Shit!" he hissed.

5.0.5. whimpered and pat the man's shoulder, trying to reassure him as much as he could. The bear carefully unwrapped another band-aid with his claws and slowly covered the cut, lightly pressing it down with his paw to make sure it stayed on. With a pleased hum, he shuffled back and turned to give the doctor his privacy while he changed.

Flug slowly stood up and tested the elasticity of the band-aids before walking over to his closet and pulling out his usual outfit. The jeans and shoes were easy enough, but his shirt was a bit of a struggle.

"Uh, hey, Fives? A little help please, bud?"

5.0.5. turn around and put his paw over his mouth when he saw Dr Flug, one of the top scientists in, well, the universe, a man of many degrees and talents, with his shirt ridiculously stuck on the paper bag on his head. He let out a sound that Flug recognized as a laugh and the young man bit the inside of his cheek.

"I get it, it's funny, ha ha ha. Just get over here and help me, you big fur ball."

5.0.5. walked over to the man and slowly, as to not knock Flug's glasses off balance or tear his bag, helped pull the shirt collar down over the bag to sit comfortably around Flug's neck. The man grinned up at the bear from under his bag before turning and grabbing his lab coat off of the end of his bed, pulling it on and adjusting the sleeves. Before slipping on his gloves, he moved his attention to the small box at the end of his bed. Opening it, he was delighted to see everything he'd need to make the rest of the webbing for the bots.

"There's even enough in here for three more batches if these sell well," Flug happily muttered to himself.

Finally, he slipped his gloves on and picked the box up, holding it under his arm as he made his way out of his room with 5.0.5. right behind him.

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Flug tapped his foot along to the music that was softly playing from the small radio he had on the table. He was carefully injecting the webbing into the spiders at this point and was giddy with the idea of turning something in before the due time. Currently, it was only 6:30 and Flug only had about fifteen more spiders to fill.

"Fives, could you hand me another tin? I'm running low on this one."

5.0.5. grabbed a full can of webbing from an adjacent table and shuffled over to Flug, handing the man the webbing and watching as he stuck the tip of the needle into the substance, filling the syringe. He watched as Flug quickly stuck the needle into the abdomen of the robotic arachnid and pushed the webbing in. This repeated fifteen more times and eventually, all of the spiders had been filled and placed in their jar, ready to be sold off to a customer.

"Final-fuckin-ly," Flug sighed, leaning back in his chair and reaching up under his bag to rub his eyes. "Alrighty, time to get these to the boss."

He stood up from his swivel chair and picked the jar up off of the table, rushing out of his office and heading down the hall to the dreaded stairway. He felt along the wall with his free hand until he felt the railing and began his trek up the stairs.

The giddiness he'd previously been feeling was completely washed away and covered up by nervousness and anxiety as the stairway became so dark he could barely see the stairs under his feet.

Eventually, he made it to the second floor completely unharmed but exhausted. Catching his breath and fruitlessly trying to calm his rapid heartbeat, he raised a fist and rapped on the large door in front of him three times before quickly stepping back.