Startling Secrets (Paperhat)

Unusual

{BLACKHAT P.O.V}

I was awakened by someone shaking me, I groaned in displeasure as I moved my body upwards, I groggily look up to the person who dared wake me up.

"Blackhat." My brother said, his voice low. He glared at me as I turned my sore body into a sitting position.

"How dare you," Whitehat barked at me, I gave him a confused look as he continued to glare at me. He grabbed me by the cuffs and held me up, I reacted by thrashing to get out of his grasp. But sadly his grip was too strong. 

"You will never do anything to Flug that will harm him. Understand?" He growled at me as I struggled to get out of his grasps.

"Okay, okay! Just let me go, you moron!" He glared at me once more before dropping me to the ground and walking away with a satisfied grin.

I began to slowly get up, my back hurt from hitting the wood rimming, it was a nice shade of dark brown and the sheets flowed over it. They smelt of the scientist, it was strong, but not as strong as before, it smelled more like me now.

Enough of that though, I have to get up and finish paperwork. I stretched before I started walking out of the room. The spiders kept on playing their game but instead were outside of the room. 

"Hey boss, mind if we go back in?" One of them asked, I growled and glared at their almost dull eyes. I heard a weird noise and assumed it was them gulping. I started walking once more and felt myself step on something crunchy, I looked down to see a dead corpse of one of them.

"He was a good guy..." 

"Yeah he was, he was planning on seeing if his kids were still alive too."

"He doesn't have kids, you idiot."

"Yeah, because if he did then his head would've been chopped off by his girl's fangs."

"What was his name again?"

I heard them whisper, I picked up my foot to find blue blood all over my shoes, some of his guts followed behind the blue liquid.

"5.0.5! Clean this up, now!" I watched as the fluffy bear looked down at the corpse in horror. He would always have to do this due to us always having these damned things die on us. He began to silently watch his hope for a good day be consumed.

"S-sir... Do you think there's a better way to do this...?" He asked hopefully. His collar shining when he talked.

"No, now stop being such baby," I growled, he nodded and looked down in horror as he picked up a spider eye.

I walked away without another thought.

[3RD P.O.V]

Flug looked down at his invention. It was close to being done and he had no clue what to do with the last part of the gun. He began to think up more ideas on how to finish the rest of the gun, but as soon as he got the blueprints out he began to write more chicken scratch on the blue sheet of paper. He couldn't really tell what he had written when he started.
Flug was contemplating whether he should remake the device or finish the probably broken one.

...

He decided he didn't want to get yelled at and smashed to the ground when he makes a device that looked decent but was actually garbage.

He sighed as he began working and slaving over the new device, he heard footsteps behind him, they weren't harsh and definitely tennis shoes.

"Demencia, go away. I'm working." He began as he got the mixture ready for the gun.

"Who's that?" A high pitch squeak rang throughout the lab. The voice was much calmer and inviting than the frilly lizard-like girl he knew and hated.

He turned around to see something much different. It was a girl with a unicorn hoodie with girly colors splattered on, her hair was colored like the color scheme that was happening. Instead of gothic wristbands, she had friendship bracelets, along with the ripped clothing of Demencia was replaced with a  sagging sock and glove. Her outfit was a light grey color with a heart as the zipper, her skirt was a bit longer and was covered in pink glitter. Her shoes were the same brand were purple and pink.

"No one... Who might you be?"

"Clemencia! No need to be rude, but I'm in a pickle, I can't seem to find someone by the name of Whitehat, have you seen him?" Her eyes began to dart around the room in a panicked manner.

"Yes, I believe he's in the living room reading, why?" Flug was getting suspicious at this point, he was beginning to think it was Demencia trying to play a trick on him.

"N-no reason! Thank you!" With that, she ran off...

"What?"