Villainous Intent (Villainous x Reader)

Chapter 7 - Moving in with a roomie

By the time I went back to work on Monday I was on edge from the letter I'd received, and I could only hope that Flug had been able to convince Blackhat to let me stay. I went in the front door and I was surprised to see Dementia was there waiting for me, grinning widely.

"Hey roomie. Flug says you're moving in." She said it so casually, but I was so relieved to hear it my mind went blank for a moment. I hadn't noticed how close she got until I could see the details in her mismatched eyes.

"..do you have two sets of eyelids?" I asked, not really thinking about it.

"Um, no, why would I?"

"One of your eyes is reptilian, and snakes have two sets of eyelids."

She blinked and stared at me, I think focusing as she continued to blink.

"Mm, nope, just the one. You're weird. No wonder Fluggy likes you." She leaned over me and I bent back, my spine bowing a bit. "But Blackhat is mine. Got it?"

The good thing about being subjected to medical experiments that are basic torture, you have the chance to lose fear or concern for common threats. Plus, I wasn't that interested in Blackhat anyway. "He's all yours Dem. I'm just here for work." She smiled and leaned back, moving around me and slinging an arm around my shoulders.

"Great! Let's get going before the doc thinks you turned chicken." She dragged me along to the lab and we turned in to see Flug sitting at his desk. He was doing something with some chemicals when Dementia treated him loudly. "Hey Flug! Guess who I found?"

His hand jolted and he turned towards us, sighing faintly. "Dementia, I've told you not to yell when I'm working with things." He seemed almost exasperated, but I knew this was a daily occurrence really.

"Hey Flug, How was the weekend?" I smiled tiredly and it looked like he returned it, getting up from the table.

"Not too bad, I guess Dementia told you that Blackhat said you could move in?"

"Yeah, hopefully I'll see him at some point to say thanks. I kinda doubt he'll notice me though, I'm not exactly...loud." I laughed faintly and Dem looked between us.

"You two are such nerds. Let me know when something not boring happens." She runs off to who knows where and I shrug, going over to sit by Flug as he retook his seat.

"There is one small catch, about you living here.."

I sighed faintly, figuring there must be something after all. "What is it? Does he want my soul or just my first born?"

It wasn't much of a joke and his lack of a chuckle seemed to agree, but he rubbed his neck and shook his head. "No, thankfully, but you are going to be rooming with Dementia."

Oh. Well that explained what she meant by 'roomie'.

"Doesn't she live in a basic lock down cell in a hole in the floor?" I've seen it before and honestly it made sense. I have no doubt she's up all hours of the night and would wreak havoc if left unattended. I know I did.

"Yeah, but I made a sort of private one for you, it's imbedded in the wall. It's not big but it's enough for a living space."

Honestly, it was much better than I expected. I hadn't seen it yet, but if I know Flug it's more than functional, and that's about all I need really.

"That's perfect. Thank you, really. I'm really glad to be moving in." I felt like calling Warren just to let him know, but there would be time later. I spent a few moments figuring out how to move stuff into the manor, given I didn't have much anyway. Honestly, it would just be clothes and the few books I had. The furniture and everything else was just an extra set Warren had had in storage. In the end I told him I'd go home on the lunch break to gather up the stuff I had in a duffle bag and bring it into the side space I'd be sharing with Dementia.

Most of the morning Flug and I worked on a type of ray gun meant to project a controlled sound disturbance. It was meant to mainly be used to create such a loud blast it would scramble audio recordings, but if cranked too high we found it brought both a ringing sound to the ears and broke glass. Flug now needed new goggles. When I told him this he opened a drawer full of them and I'm not sure why I was surprised. Dementia is a literal walking hazard. I had just reached the door when I felt the tingling feeling on the back of my neck, but I let it come this time, and doubled over as Dementia clung to my back.

"Flug told me to go with you." I turned a bit to look at her, not sure how to take that.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just said to go with you. Besides, it's boring here." She got off me and scurried out the door, leaving me to ironically follow her to my own apartment. I didn't have anything personal really so she just poked around while I gathered clothes. I didn't pay her any attention until she put a set of clothes in front of me that I'd been dreading seeing.

"What are these?" She questioned, presenting me with an old pair of white scrubs, frayed and charred at the hem of the pants.

I took them slowly and packed them away in the duffle bag, my voice soft as I responded.

"Something I'm not ready to fully let go yet." She watched me sling the bag over my shoulder and stepped in front of me, poking my chest.

"Are you some genetic experiment or something?"

I smiled faintly and answered honestly. "Yep."

She grinned and walked out with me, completely moving on. I don't think I'll mind spending more time with her. She's crazy, but in a nice way. Like the friends on tv I used to see who were ridiculously lucky and got away with practical murder. Except I think Dementia has killed people before.

When we got to the manor I followed Dementia to her part of the lab and sure enough there was a mini apartment built into the walls, the outer side just two big honeycomb shaped windows that allowed me to see the interior. It was a little creepy, but the only person who'd watch me sleep probably wouldn't be stopped by a door anyway. Putting away my stuff, it really felt more homey than I expected, the little place really feeling mine even though it is as bare as the apartment was. I don't think I'll mind this too much. It's almost like I belong here. Almost.