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

Chapter 13: Melancholy | C

Another prompt I drew myself! It's basically what the wound looks like! Please do not use it without my permission. The song mentioned is "I'm the badguy" from wonder over yonder btw.
'Okay what to do...what to do' with her fingers massaging her Nose, her legs guided the (h/c) to the kitchen. If she was right, she only had to go around that corner and- „!!!" suddenly (Y/n) felt something that made her Hairs stand up. And weren't there two gleaming yellow eyes in that silhouette? The girls head started to race like crazy. What if this was something escaped from Flugs lab?
„D-demencia?" The girl pleaded internally to god that this was ‚just' the crazy lizard girl.
„Yup!" Luckily the greenhooded Crazie got out of the shadows with a wicked smile „And you are?"
(Y/n) inhaled to explain herself but Demencia interrupted her yet again,
„Oh you're that girl who shot me!" The (b/c)ette gulped.
„And that girl my beautiful wicked sexy Husbando Blacky~ was so interested in!" with a lizardlike movement, Demencia was behind her and was looking over (Y/n)s shoulder.
„Wait what? Anyway I'm (Y/n), I am the Blueprinter, I guess." with another crawling move, Demencia was infront of the smaller woman. „Of course you are! He always gets what he wants! Aww he is sexy!" She was drooling by now and it didn't help making (Y/n)  any more comfortable. „Well if terrifying turns you on...I don't judge.  Anyway, how long have you been stalking me?" Asking why seemed futile at this point. „Not Long!" Demencia beamed, „Your smell was really easy to pick up!"
„Thats a nice way to put it..." The „new gal" laughed nervously, „But I know I stink. Could you tell me where I can find a Bathroom that has a a bathtub? The one in the room doesn't seem to have any kind of way to wash oneself?" Demencia froze mid-laugh.  „You don't wanna go there." The lizard-girl had turned completely serious and it was creeping (Y/n) out.
„What why not?"
„It's so wet and full of sick smells!" Demencia shuddered and grabbed (Y/n) by the collar. „Trust me sister. You. Don't. Wanna Go. There!" Dem's forehead was nearly touching (Y/n)s now. She had moved her closer, as if to shake her awake from something. Then,without any warning she dropped the poor girl. „Between our rooms" with another frown, Demencia crawled off.
(Y/n) went there.
„Demencias gonna be demented I guess" she muttered and proceeded to try to find the room. ‚So I am Neighbours with Dem, huh? Oh dear Lord.' Then again, this was a problem for later, right now it actually proved very useful, as the only thing she had to do, was to follow the scratches, claw- and bite-marks on the furniture to find Demencias Room and by extension the bathroom. It was the only one untouched by Lizard-destruction. (Y/n) gulped. Maybe Demencia was right...The girl shook her (h/c) hair. No, this was demencia. With a cautious shove she opened the door.
What she saw before her, was the loveliest room she had ever seen in this mansion. Or at least it would have been if it weren't so worn down. The room was held in a simple black and white colorscheme, that seemed ever present. Even the fallen bottles with shampoo were either white or black. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the contrasting and looming black. And suddenly she felt really really damn nervous.
The (height) girl didn't rest until she had checked every cupboard and other hiding place for ferocious beasts. It was eerie peaceful. She sighed and starting to unzip her clothes. If it weren't for the silence this could have been rather relaxing. Shaking her head, she removed the bra and gasped.
That shouldn't' be there.
Where untouched skin had been, was now a red, bloody mark. It mostly consisted of two dark rips. The blood had turned into a crust by now, promising a healthy recovery however not without its scars. It must have been where the Flower rooted into her soul.

Flug had requested her to tell him if there were any side effects.
That was the first thought but came to mind but was quickly waved away. Not..on that spot...No.
As if to hide away, (Y/n) panickingly jumped into the bubbling bathtub. In the need to conceal herself, she dumped carelessly all the products she could find near the tub. She quickly got her wish fullfilled and was nearly drowned in the colorful smells and creams bubbles.

The Bath was not a pleasant one. The (h/c) could never keep her eyes shut in relaxation too long out of fear she might be watched and the concentrated soap was not exactly helping her wound.
As if caught in a enchanting dance, her (e/c) flickered over to the carelessly arranged pile of clothes as she pondered over the whole situation.
‚This is really all I have,' she thought as her eyes took in the pile of clothes for the fifth time ‚a pile of fabric is suddenly equal to dignity..and a smelly one at that' . That was a sad thought, that not even her trademark dry humor could console. With a Long sigh she took a dive in the water, as if to drown the thought. It did its trick somewhat and (Y/n) returned to oxygen.
‚I am working at Black Hat.org...it's like a wonderful nightmare or something'
She lied there consumed by melancholy thoughts until the silence was unbearable.
At least the bathrobe was fluffy. ‚It shouldn't be so comforting' but it was.
Another bitter thought rushed in as the girl recognized that this would probably be the closest she would get to a hug for forever. Her dark (e/c) eyes flickered to a old radio that looked like it had its best times behind itself. ‚Looks way too old to be a brainwashing machine.' As she switched on the distorted first notes of a song filled the air. A Song..she knew! Her heart made a Jump at the familiarity and suddenly it didn't matter that it was a villain song. Infact, in a druggy sort of was it made it even better!

Meanwhile, Flug was passing through the „ladies Wing" searching for (Y/n). Checkup time. On his way he had met Demencia who had openly declared that the new gal was incredibly insane and suicidal. She had went to the bathroom. Dam Dam Daaaaam.
Flug immediately found himself a bit assured that he would'nt have to deal with a second Demencia. For some odd reason, the lizard girl hated taking baths. Maybe it was the enhanced senses? He had found himself waiting in (Y/n)s room for her, when a soft and beautiful singing had reached his ears. In the Movies, it would have been a sweet angelic noise but this! This was anything but that. It was strong, seductive and full of pride in beeing bad. And it was (Y/n)'s Voice. Without as much as a glance he found himself at the bathroom door peeping through the keyhole, watching the (bodytype) figure of (Y/n) improvise a playful and confident dance.
„i'm Not the damsel in distress!
I'm not your girlfriend or the frightned princess! I am not a little bird who needs your help to fly!
Nope! I'm the bad guy!"
He begrudgingly admitted that she was SELLING it. She portrayed all the characteristics alluded to in the song so naturally....
Just as the girl was letting another calcavade of evil laughter out, a new less melodious giggle joined her from behind. Flug panickingly turned around to see a grinning Demencia. „You perv! Spying on a girl in the bathroom! You needy nerd!" She let out another giggle as Flug seemed at a loss for words. His eyebrows were tightly knit in anger and his paperbag was mysteriously red.
„Shut up Demencia! That was not-„
„Totally was! Oh this is precious! Flug is a needy nerd in love! Flug is a needy nerd in love!"

As the last chuckle rolled off her tongue, (Y/n) fell back into her usual stance. With a look in the mirror she fixed her wet (h/c) hair that had been whipped around once too much. Oh well, at least no-one heard her.
Feeling a lot better she took a step out of the room into the cold environment to only hear the faint noises of Flug grumbling and Lasers beeing fired.
‚should this worry me?...Nah. It's BH.org'
Having the filthy clothes in her arms, (Y/n) entered the uninviting room. She was not looking forward to putting them on...
But was this really her room? Yes definitely, this was still the dying crumbling room she had woken up in, but it seemed like someone had really tried to improve it. There were new clean sheets on the bed for one. It was made in gorgeous black and red colors and the bed seemed to have mysteriously grown a spotless pile of clothes on top of it.
„How...?" The delicate girl whispered as she carefully examined the clothes. They weren't designer-pieces of course. They looked more like a jumbled chaos of styles and clothing-types. Heck, she even found a boxershort in there. Some looked ridiculously too big for her or too small, but they were all black and red.