VILLAINOUS LEMONS/FLUFFS! (Various Ships)

HIDE (DemenciaxFlug) SMUT

"Come back here!" Black Hat yelled, his size growing with every second. His shadow cast on the red carpet of his office, spooking Demencia.

"Yeah, I'll get back to you on that one!" She waved, then vanished. She ran into the hallway, going straight to the only supply closet of the manor. It was pretty small, but he wouldn't find her in there. She whipped open the door, and shoved herself in.

...huh?

"You're squishing me!"

Demencia turned in the closet, just barely able to move. She blinked, pressing against the form infront of her. She recognized the slim figure.

"Flug? What the hell are you doing in here?"

"Hiding from Black Hat! What else?"

Demencia facepalmed, sighing.

There was the sound of loud footsteps at the end of the hall. The slots in the closet door allowed light to come through in lines, outlining both of them slightly. She attempted to fit herself deeper into the closet.

"Hey! Cut that out!" He whisper-yelled.

She growled, attempting to push him aside, only for him to squish against the wall. There was no room for them to separate from one another, and it was too late for Demencia to leave. Black Hat was already in the hall.

She watched him through the closet slits, Flug pressed against her back.

"He's still headed this way," she whispered, eyes following his figure.

"Well, duh. He saw you go this way!"

"Shut it!" Demencia hissed, kicking his shin. He glared at her, his leg now throbbing slightly.

As Black Hat's shadowy figure maneuvered through the dim hall, Demencia found the closet becoming very hot. She wiped her forehead, becoming a little overheated. Her hands went to pull down her hoodie, only to bonk Flug in the face. He cursed, holding his nose.

"Heh." She grinned, satisfied to hear him suffering. Taking off the hood didn't exactly work out, with little to no room to even unzip the lower half. She needed to do something though.

Flug had been silent for most of the time, occasionally huffing and saying some nerdy shit under his breath. Most of which consisted of insults directed towards Demencia.

Black Hat had slowed his walking, but every now and then completely disappeared from sight. It's like he was teasing them, or searching in different areas then coming back. Demencia figured he was checking all around.

"Dude can't you move just a bit more, I'm literally squashed against this door!"

"Don't you think I would have already?" Flug snapped. Demencia craned her neck, looking behind her. He was right. There was no space to even climb up on the boxes that were inside of the closet. They nearly reached the roof of the small closet, brooms loaded into the corners.

Demencia began to get restless, shaking her arms slightly and moving from one foot to the other.

"Stop moving so much!" Flug ordered, attempting to move himself off of her.

"Let's switch spots."

"How about we get out of this closet instead?" Flug rolled his eyes.

"Do you want to--"

Suddenly, Black Hat's misty form familiarized right near the entrance of the closet. Demencia's breath hitched as she backed further into Flug, afraid he would look through the slots. The doctor behind her remained silent, him too staring intently at the door. Black Hat simply walked pass, not even paying attention to them. Demencia waited a few more seconds before exhaling. As she went to stand right back up the door, she felt a broom pressing on her backside. She sighed.