Drop of a Bag // [Paperhat]

Part Eight: From His Perspective

A/N:
i figured i was makin good ol' bh seem all broody and mysterious in his actions, so i whipped up a quick summary chapter for a look into his mind. it's about 100 words shorter than usual, so if it feels a bit off, i'm sorry :( also, there's notes about the next chapter at the bottom!!

It was never meant to be more than curiosity.

The eldritch creature paced around his office, grumbling to himself about the past month or so. He poured over the details, trying to distinguish the strange, obnoxiously human emotions he was experiencing.

He'd always detested the doctor. He never knew what exactly it was, but something about the bagged man made him want to rip out his entrails and eat them in front of his eyes, though he suspected the malnourished human would taste quite awful. Black Hat never knew exactly what it was, but something about the doctor always bothered him.

Perhaps it was vulnerability?

No, he thought to himself, I'm never vulnerable, and a puny lifeform such as him would never threaten my authority and live to tell the tale.

Then maybe it was control?

The demon always had control, no questions asked. But when it came to the doctor, he was...unpredictable. His inventions would either be subpar or extraordinary; his reactions to things were immensely puzzling; his laugh made BH feel squirmy; the mystery of his bag was painfully fascinating. Almost nothing about the scientist was controllable, despite his meek and pathetic nature. Sure, he'd follow orders, make what he was told to make, do what he was told to do, and not question anything, but his pesky feelings towards everything were confusing an frustrating beyond words.

Then, the battle with Angilika happened.

Black Hat reappeared just in time to see Flug tearing through the man like a piece of paper, acting so unlike his normal self. The demon had watched the real evil surface in the man as his maddened laughter echoed around the wreckage. It roused something in Black Hat, something which had already been there before, but was previously dormant. Still, he couldn't identify it.

Then, Flug showed a part of himself he'd never shown before: defiance. He protested against his other self being freed, which only enticed his boss more. Black Hat decided he wanted something to do with this creature, but he didn't know what.

Then, the blithering idiot had to go and get chummy with the amphibian. A new, equally foreign emotion awoke in him, one which made him want to rip Demencia to shreds right in front of the human and carve his name into his pale skin. He wanted to claim the lowly creature, and make sure he knew he belonged to Black Hat only. Yes, the demon knew he owned the scientist, but he'd never felt his position being jeopardized before, let alone by the doctor's mortal enemy.

So, he did what any sensible villain would do, and pitched them against each other to remind them of their burning hatred.

It worked at first, but soon enough, they turned it into a sort of game. They did disgusting things during their training, like laughing and making jokes and teasing each other—

Black Hat broke his train of thought as he realized he shattered his cane between his hands. He tossed the remnants aside, tsking at them before continuing to pace and think through events.

Finally, there was the damned comments from Flug—or Slys, as they called it—about disgusting mortal things like kissing and such. It had tried, actively, to make mouth-to-mouth contact with him, despite fully knowing how dangerous it would be. Though, Flug did say it acted purely on instinct. Then, though, why didn't it immediately run away when it saw him, or at least go on guard? Why was its first instinct to try to perform an intimate, typically romantic action? Did Flug...?

No. One of his rules specifically stated to avoid bothering with trivial things such as like and love. Even then, why would Slys ever think he'd reciprocate? Black Hat felt himself nearly get sick at the thought of the doctor being anywhere near him, let alone making physical contact.

After all, who would want to make contact with his hideous, freckled face? What creature would enjoy staring into his pale green eyes, like the sun brushing over a meadow? Who in their right mind would willingly run their claws across his soft, pale skin, feeling how smoothly it covered his frame? How ludicrous would it be to want to feel his muscles move as he tried to shift closer, sitting near and making a stupid begging face? And by all means, what sane being would want to kiss those plush, soft lips, the same ones he used to form his annoyingly eloquent words and sing his boss' praises and provide witty comebacks to Demencia's taunts?

Certainly not Black Hat.

Certainly.

Even though the scientist clearly disgusted him, he couldn't help but feel some sort of alien possessiveness nagging at his mind. Seeing the doctor smile at anything but him filled him with a rage he hadn't felt in eons. But then he turned around and claimed to wish for contact with the cryptid? How was he supposed to know how to react to these convoluted, meticulous, human emotions?

The evil incarnate walked over to his large office chair, sitting down with a grunt. He placed his elbows on the table (truly evil), lacing his fingers together and leaning his head into his hands. All of these feelings were confusing him, but he could be sure of one thing, and one thing alone.

When the doctor came in to the office, Black Hat was going to make sure he knew Flug belonged to him.

A/N:
whoo boy, this man does not know how to do the whole crush thing, nor does he know how to be jealous w/o murdering people. anyways, the next chapter will probably be just a liiiiittle bit steamy? nothing too crazy, just a little sexual tension between these nutjobs, and depending on how i'm feeling when i write it, possibly a little intriguing interaction. we'll see when we get there i suppose :0 for now, i hope you enjoyed!!