Constellations and Reunions | Dr Flug x Reader

Promises, Promises

The screams ringing through whining halls of the basement were deafening.

Begs to be let go, sobs of pain and cries of help could be heard, but heard by Dr. Slys and Dr. Slys only. Nobody could hear them from above, but that wouldn't stop them from trying.

It was classic disbelief, anyways.

The moment in classic, poetic cinema where the children lost their mother, but will continue to try to wake poor mommy up, in hopes she'll tell them it was all just a bad, bad dream.

Flug had to laugh. As if they could ever escape the restraints, and even if they had the brain to do so, his self made traps would do the trick. 

Some (the only ones with any sense, frankly) simply laid there in their restraints, knowing that no matter how much it stung, no matter what they said or did, they'd be trapped there, underground, living their worst nightmare. Forever.

His hand tightened around his notepad, wrinkling his orange gloves as he stopped by the newest captive; the classic do-gooder hero. It had been easy to capture her; all he had to do was to shoot a bunch of wailing kids to attract her attention while she flew by, plunge the syringe into her veins and now she was helpless.

"Hello, Emily. Just decided to stop by," he said casually. 

"What are you trying to do?" The calmness of her voice infuriated him to no end.

"Oh me? Just trying to keep the business going, sweetheart," he allowed himself to grin underneath his iconic paper-bag and pulled out an empty syringe from his jeans pocket.

"What, are you trying to do?" Emily repeated again, this time with more caution, wariness. Fear.

Flug didn't say anything, only piercing her skin, slowly extracting the blood from her arm. "Now, this may hurt a bit," he giggled maniacally. 

The hero hissed, still writhing in her restraints, before laughing. The laughs, however forced, still attracted Flug's attention.

"What is it?" Flug asked, trying to sound as annoyed, monotonous and uninterested as possible. 

Emily snickered as his eyes . "I-It's funny. Classic lab villain slash sidekick, trying his best to seem threatening. Really, you're not fooling anyone trying to hide that lisp, doctor."

He frowned. "Your mocks get you nowhere, hero. And I don't have a lisp. My voice just happens to be a little more high pitched than normal," he said, trying not to get too defensive as high school memories of his tormentors rushed through his head.

Emily only laughed a little more. "Offended? I didn't think it'd be that easy to get to you."

At that, the notepad and pen dropped to the floor, clanging on the rusted metal floors that nobody had bothered to clean in years as he grasped her shoulders as harshly as possible. This had obviously taken poor Emily by surprise, judging by the shaking coming from the poor girl.

"Listen here, you," he snapped, frustration seeping into his voice.

"I'd be much more careful about what I'd say from now on if I were you. The only reason I tolerate you right now is because I may still need you for experiments and possibly black-mail for your poor cousin Sunblast. Now, if you may excuse me, I'm going to leave.

You might want to pray that I find something useful from the blood I extracted, or Black Hat will get 505 to cook your corpse for dinner." He snapped, letting go of her shoulders.

He wished he could end his threat there, but then, her god-danged voice rang out again. "Who are you?"

He scoffed. "Really? You don't know who I am? I am Dr. Slys, the great--"

"No. I know your name, everyone does. What I asked was who are you? Why did you decide to take this path? Black Hat doesn't seem like the best person to work for, and you don't seem all that bad. You--"

"This isn't a therapy session, Firearm. Don't think I can't see past you trying to make me a better person. I'll never be a better person." Flug insisted firmly, addressing Emily by her stupid hero name.

There was nothing more he wanted to do than to turn away and run scott free from social interaction, but he stayed awkwardly to pick up his syringe and fallen items before sprinting away as fast as possible, escaping the scene like a mouse fleeing from a cat.

When Flug reached the elevators, he groaned. If only he weren't so awkward all the time. Why did he sprint away again? The aura of fear and the screams of insanity slowly faded away as the elevator ascended to the top floor, and he was free to leave and tick another task off his daily list of things to do.

Enough dilly-dallying, he thought, time to- oh my god who is that.
A girl, slightly shorter than him was cleaning and arranging his shelves whilst brushing her feather duster around and in seconds he already had his trembling hands around the trigger of his laser gun, pointed at this certain stranger.

"W-what are you doing in my lab? You're not supposed to be here, you-" 

"And what if she is, doctor?" A scratchy voice rang out as Flug slowly turned his head around to meet his god-forsaken boss. And alas, there he was, in his titular black hat and all.

"B-Black Hat sir! Who, may I ask, is this?" He could already feel himself trembling, whatever confidence he had back in the basement vanished into thin air.

"This, Flug, is the newly hired maid. Due to 505's highly incompetent cleaning skills and fear of then basements, she will be the cleaner of Black Hat manor from now on. I trust that you will show her the ropes and what not to do, yes?" Black Hat looked down at the now quivering Flug, smiling sadistically, flaunting his pointed teeth.

Flug found himself automatically nodding along, heart thumping in his ears. "Yes, yes! Whatever you say boss! I'll make sure she knows what needs to be done by the end of the day!"

"You better. (l/n)! Listen to his every word."

"Yes sir." you nodded, looking down at the floor humbly before Black Hat vanished, leaving behind some inky-looking smoke. (l/n). That name rung bells. If only he could remember who exactly it was.

The scientist cleared his voice, trying to break the tension Black Hat left behind while slipping his laser gun back inside his lab pocket. "Um, heh, greetings! I am Doctor Flug Slys, but you can call me Dr. Slys! As you heard from Black Hat, I will be bringing you around the manor, and telling you what to do and what not to do."

To his surprise, you giggled, sending a strange feeling coursing through him. "Flug, do you really not remember me? Seriously?"

Flug cocked an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, who are--"

Wait. Hold up. (l/n)? As in, (y/n) (l/n)? From school?

"(y-y/n)? Is that really you? I knew you looked familiar!"

"Hey Fluggy." Flug smiled at the stupid nickname you had came up with for him when the two of you were children. His hands hung limp by his sides as you approached him and wrapped your arms around him.

It took him a while to return the embrace. Out of everything he missed about not being a villain you were the highlight, and now, he could finally see you again.

"I missed you, stupid," you said, as if reading his thoughts.

"I-I missed you too," he admitted, looking down while shuffling his feet. Good thing he had his paper-bag on.

"To think that I met you when you were locked in your locker back in high school. Now we're both grown up and totally more mature adults," you grinned ear to ear at the memory as you let go of your friend.

"Come on, I'm not as helpless as you think I am. I'm working for the best villain to ever live. Ever." Flug whined as he remembered the locker incident.

"Yeah, yeah right. Are you going to show me around, or what?"

Flug stepped back, and nodded towards the exit. "Come on. We've got a lot to get through."

Aaaand that concludes the first chapter! We'll be talking more about Emily/Firearm in the future, but that won't be happening just so soon. We'll just have to be a little patient.
Thanks for reading!
-emeraldsprite