Asylum Paperhat (Villainous AU)

17 - Change of View

Flug was "sitting" in his chair in the lab, his legs bent in the knees, dangling in the air after being placed over one of the armrests, meanwhile his back leaned on the other armrest of the chair. He was quietly reflecting on everything that happened outside their mansion about two hours ago.

He has been resting in this position for quite some time now, so at this point he could actually say that he came to a logical conclusion of all his varying thoughts.

You see, he was a bit troubled about his at times quite sadistic feelings. He has had similar violent and brutal thoughts before, but he always shrugged it off as curiosity about what people would really feel or look like when they were experiencing such cruelty. But now that he saw things that he imagined in real life, he understood his interest maybe just a bit better.

Turns out, he liked seeing others hurt, even innocent people. This realization really weirded him out, considering he was a doctor and could care for people. It felt like after having a choice in this matter, he decided on the thing he liked more. He might not be able to act in such a satisfying way himself, but he was sure that Black Hat would love to share these moments with him, letting him be a bystander and maybe even motivating him enough so that he'll be able to participate.

Flug smiled warmly, his thoughts now filled with his crush and how they would possibly spend their time together. Destroying cities, defeating heroes, maybe torturing people... together. The scientist felt as if that demon was a gift exclusively for him, just something he needed in life. He now could enjoy his hobby in it's full potential, understood that he was in the wrong field of practice altogether, and finally had someone he weirdly felt he could fully trust.

Speaking of the last thing on that list - it was quite ridiculous to think about the fact that he trusted this particular past patient of his so much. He remembered when he wanted to gain his trust himself, when he was scared of him and his abilities, and now, he feels fully protected in his presence and in the house made of his mysterious magic, even after the "magic dresser incident" in Black Hat's last room back at the asylum. All of this is definitely something special, especially because it was happening to the doctor.

The scientist then proceeded to think about his partner in crime even more, seemingly completely obsessed, not really minding it though. He slowly slid down in the chair, making it look like soon he would have to lay his neck on the armrest that his back was once resting on.

But a sudden knock on the door stopped that from happening, making Flug flinch in surprise and come back to his original sitting position, his back straight once more. "U-uhm... C-come in, it's not l-locked!" he raised his totally-not-spooked-at-all voice slightly, looking at the door.

"Did I startle you, Dear?" a dark chuckle could be heard as Black Hat opened the door, standing in the doorway for a moment. He then closed the door as he came over to his scientist, placing his arms on top of the chair's back, crossing them, and then lowering his head to the same level, letting it rest.

"K-kind of... I just got a little distracted," the scientist muttered in response, looking straight up and seeing his villain's grinning face.

The demon slightly tilted his head, squeezing his eyes in interest. One of his brows dashed upwards, further confirming his intentions. "Let me take a guess... You must be thinking about your room's furniture plan. After all, you're the last one to finish yours."

The bag-headed man took on a confused expression at first, but then looked like he remembered or realized something.

"Wait, have Dementia and 5.0.5 already thought of theirs? I actually finished mine quite some time ago, just changed things a little after we dealt with... erm, my past coworkers," he said, taking a pause before naming the group of people that "visited" them a couple of hours ago, not really used to calling them that, but thinking that he could get used to it.