The maniac hidden inside - Villainous Asyulum Au

Chapter 6

Flug chuckled, spinning the pen in his hand. The doctor's goggles reflecting the tiny bit of light coming from the door. The tinted glass shining bright. His face inches away from the demon.

"Truly... Intriguing," he clicked the pen, suddenly stopping the spin.

Another chuckle escaped the demon, he too leaned forward. Arrogance returning. "Why the sudden change in demeanor, my dear... Doctor~" The way he rolled the word send shivers up Flug's spine.

"Where'd you pick up the Mexican accent?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side, clicking his pen absently, "or is it more of a traditional Spanish...? I had a family in Spain. ...once."

"Why don't you tell me what happened to your family," eyes shifting over the doctor's tall person, "and I'll tell you where I... acquired it. "

"Acquired?" he asked, his mind twisting and turning  at the odd choice of the word. "Either you were born in Spain, or Mexico or you're simply a fan of their culture and decided to copy it," gently he pushed the demon away from him, placing only two fingers on his chest. "But that is highly unlikely, your more of an eldritch horror from one of the hells... Or space, considering that there have been reports of strange sightings in telescopes... and White confirming that he can indeed survive the vacum of open space. Heat and everything...

"It could also mean... since you're a demon. You possessed a Mexican's body and made it your own. And you simply weren't able to lose the accent... Yet."

Smugness wiped from his face BlackHat's lip twitched, not sure if he was annoyed or simply searching for words. "You're smarter than you look," he straightened his back again, leaning forward like is was a bit boring. "Too bad those smarts don't necessarily help you survive in the world."

"You would be surprised." once agin Flug chuckled, one finger still resting on the fiend. "When you know everything about your enemies, even when you're in the same room as them. You'l survive, simply because you know when and how they will strike," goggles gleaming Flug's gaze bore into Black Hat's.

"Ah... Mister Flug, mister scary man. Nice girl tell me you need cell clean?" A knock on the door, "can I come in?"

Eyes bright Black Hat chuckled, the low laugh echoing through the cell as if it wre a bare room. Gleaming mockingly at Flug for the answer, waiting for his prey, for his doctor to realize his grave mistake. With a swift motion, Flug lifted his hand, signaling an okay for the request.

Antana like eyebrows shooting up Black Hat stood still - clear shock displayed on his face. This doctor was nuts! The keys turned and with it the several locks keeping him in. Before it slowly creaked open. And along shadow pulled into the room. And reviled a small lady. Hear head just above his knees. Gentle eyes with giant round glasses making her face appear even smaller. Bird's nest next to her eyes from years of smiling and wrinkles showing she was indeed quite old. "Hoho! What a gentleman. The first thing people normally do is attack me when I enter!"

Blinking rapidly he leaned down, unsure of what he was witnessing. "What the -" a sudden kick against his shin made him flinch back. "Don't you dare finish that sentence young man!" The perplexed look on his face vanishing when a sudden force rams into his back, sending him toppling over to the ground. A yelp of surprise and concern that he would land on a pack of sharp bones and land uncomfortably rising in him. Instead, the lady moved out of the way.

Grunting, he let out a shrill shriek. Wrestling to try and get free. A pair of handcuffs hindering him, growling he started to kick. Missing whoever was sitting on his back, when a sudden pain echoed through his body. Electricity running through his veins. He stopped, breathing heavily. Gritting his teeth. "What is the meaning of this!"

A soft pat on his cheek made the fiend freeze, "this, my dear lord, is one of the many standard procedure. For cleaning the cells for the dangerous patients."

Tada~ - Jazzhands - you asked for, and now you've got it! It's a rather old chapter, I think I wrote this bad boy over the last year. Getting motivated and demotivated over the months.
I don't really got any idea what do with this old thing so I'm open for suggestions and even offers for co-writers. Of course, I'd take the back seat on this one and be more of the guy that hads the flair to text and makes shre it doesn't get too crimgy to read. And you'd get credit of course.
But I won't continue this story on my own. Simply not the fandom I'm currently interested in.