Flug was pretty confused with his feelings, that he tried to explain to Dementia, his good friend and partner. Even if she had pretty mischievious and destructive tendencies, the pink haired young woman was a surprinsigly good listener. And well.. she wasn't a very good advice giver, but you can't have everything. He bumped his head to the table he was sitting at, and circled it with his arms, hiding himself from the world, ashamed. Dementia grinned, snickering at his overwhelming helplessness and despair. To her, maybe it was just some silly games. But, you know... Her whole life was a game to her. Why everything had to be so complicated?!
Flug thought again about his first month working for his boss, Black Hat. First, this...Man? ...Seemed really ambitious. Not being used to the unknown world of buisness, his incredible charisma had him impressed. He saw the man (???) as some sort of model: Charismatic, strong-willed, determined, ready to handle some big buisness, pretty persuasive, without forgetting his perfect dentition. However, as he was recruited in a team of three, he started working like he never had before, being tired more and more as time passed. His job revealed itself to be much more challenging than he expected. Flug never had much experience in working as a mad scientist and inventor in an evil company. His technical skills and his creativity were an advantage that lead him to be no so awfully treated since the company seemed to need him. But villanious companies weren't found at the corner of every street, and he suffered nonetheless. The worst of it was that he couldn't quit. It was working here or die, since he had a debt to repay and no other alternatives. So when the opportunity of preserving his own life presented itself to him, he couldn't refuse.
But in the present time his problem was that, under the heavy demands of his now tyranic boss, he was burning out, and mistakes were made. Of course. Now he had to face the consequences of his failed inventions, and by "facing the consequences", he meant undergoing the fury and the cruel abuse of Black Hat. Cause yeah, punishments and painful treatments to employees were a thing in this company. So, 5.0.5, one of his failed experiments, wasn't of much help as he didn't seem capable of speech, for now at least. So he naturally turned to Dementia, the most human member of the team after him.
"Now you know why I need your help... If boss finds out that I completely failed his Mind Controlling device, God knows what he could do to me again. I'm tired of his raging outbursts." Flug explained to the wicked girl.
"Well... I guess you only have two options : run away and pray he never finds you or face the terrible consequences of your uselessness... But I won't help you, just 'cause it's so funny when Black Hat makes you cry!" she said, snickering at him in an unforgiving, mocking way.
"Uhh... Thanks? ... I guess ...?"
Dr. Flug began to grow desperate with the apprehension of facing Black Hat's dreadful plans for him. Maybe he could in fact, as Dementia said, run far far away from here, for the sake of his own life? But his boss, determined as he could be, would be hellbent to find him and make him pay by eternal suffering. For fuck's sake, this guy sold a goddamn burning pitchfork to Satan himself! On the other hand, the poor scientist could do nothing to defend himself, as many of his experiments either turned really bad or completely useless, or he just didn't know how to use them, as he was a bit thin and not very strong. This seemed to be a lost cause.
At the same moment, he started to hear furious steps approching the door of the room he was in. His fear only intensified when Dementia bursted into the most insane laughter ever. His eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat, his first instinct being to dive beneath the table in front of him. He wasn't utterly hidden, but at least it gave him a false sense of security. Dementia exclamed between two barking laughs:
"Ow shit man! You're so screwed! I can't wait to see how much you'll get recked!"
His trembling form cowered in the shadows of his hidding place, apprehension growing as he stared at the door, the sound of powerful footsteps echoing just outside. Suddenly, the door exploded in a booming crash, as it was destroyed by an infuriated dark skinned, formaly dressed ... demon? Greenish glowing spit was running down his crooked maw, his jade coloured, sharp fangs being firmly pressed together as his jaws were clenched so hard, that the clicking of his bones could be heard. Dr. Flug whimpered, before he heard his boss inhale sharply, and howling:
"YOU INFINITELY USELESS SHIT EATING INCOMPETENT! HOW COULD YOU GIVE ME SUCH A RIDICULOUSLY POINTLESS GADGET?! I SHOULD BURN THE SOIL OF YOUR FEET AND GIVE YOU TO EAT TO MY PET SHARKS WHILE YOU VAINLY WIGGLE TO TRY AND ESCAPE, YOU POOR IDIOTIC NERDY BLOB!"