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Knock Knock
It was not unheard of for there to be someone at his door. He got visitors. Sometimes. On the very rare occasion…Girl scouts, Jehovah Witnesses, the occasional Mary Kay sales lady. It honestly added a bit of fun to his day, screwing with the naïve fools that wondered onto his doorstep, which was the only reason he would levered himself out of his throne and make the decent to the foyer.
However, when he opened the ostentatiously ornate front door of his mansion he did not find some little girls with a too bright fake smiles and a wagon full of cookies. They were still children though…
Before him stood two kids. The girl looked older, perhaps ten or eleven though he was never good with pegging human ages. Most of the tiny ones looked the same to him. For some hell forsaken reason she had some kind of lizard hood draped over the brightest red hair he had ever seen, like the color of freshly spilled blood. In one hand she was clutching a beaten up old suitcase covered in stickers. In the other she held onto her companion.
This one was a small stringy slip of a kid, but due to the paper bag and large tinted googles the demon couldn’t tell whether it was male or female. They were clutching at the girl’s arm with hazmat glove covered fingers, fiddling with the lapels of the lab coat they were practically swimming in it was so big. Something about this one was niggling at the back of Blackhat’s conscious.
‘Mr. Blackhat?’ the girl spoke up when he failed to give any form of greeting. The high squeaky voice grated on his senses.
‘Wha-‘ he began but was cut off by the girl shoving a paper she had retrieved from her hoodies pocket in his face.
‘This is for you. Read it.’
The demon reared back slightly from the quickness of the action. He went cross-eyed to stare at the offending object that had been thrust in his face, the beginnings of a growl building in his throat. How dare this little scrap of a human demand anything of him on his own doorstep? He had ripped people to shreds for much less. These kids, they were just asking for it.
Then his eye focused on the logo at the top of the paper and he paused. He knew that symbol…
‘Give me that!’ His claws tore the page from the girl’s grasp. On the front was the symbol that had caught his eye in faded blue ink a set of interlinking circles with an explosion behind it. Flipping it over Blackhat saw his name scrawled in neat blue script. Intrigued he opened the page and read.
My Dear Blackhat,
How are you? I’m sure it has been a while since we have seen each other and I apologize for the absence. However, I will be unable to correct the error as if you are reading this then I am dead. Shame really. I was looking forward to another one of our chess games. But alas such is the lot of a human.
But enough pleasantries, and down to business. Demencia knows where this letter is stored and she is under strict instructions for what she should do in the case of my death. I can only hope that everything went according to plan and both of them have made their way safely to your door.
You remember my son don’t you? Flugsevier. I think the last time you saw him was when he was only three. As I write my darling boy just had his sixth birthday, though I’ve no idea how old he is at the present moment. My dear Demencia is the daughter of an employee of mine who has since passed. I consider her my own and she looks after Flugsy. Despite what she looks like, Demmy is actually quite the little fighter. And Flug, well he’s a chip off the old block. Such a bright boy, very talented just like his mother.
I believe both of them could be very useful to you in time. And let’s be honest, who better to raise a couple of top notch villains than the master of evil himself? I would like you to look after my children in my absence. I know it’s asking a lot of you but I don’t trust anyone else for this.
Plus you owe me.
Sincerely,
The ghost who will haunt your ass till the ends of time if you screw with my kids.
Dr. Slys
Two set of eyes were staring up at him expectantly when he looked up from the letter too shocked to react quite yet.
‘Well shit.’