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Electrifying pangs shoot up his spine and limbs as they twist in inhuman ways,
It feels as though every atom in his body is getting torn apart and stitched back together just as he folds into nothingness. Familiar pain surge through him, Dr. Flug eventually finds his face forced into red carpet.
Barely registering what happened, he flinches from a sudden grating voice, “One of our high paying clients has contacted me in regards to business” sweat was dripping from Dr. Flug's face already.
“You will be accompanying me at their estate.”
“Yes Black Hat sir!” Flug closed his eyes and braced himself for another painful teleportation back to his lab but nothing came. Peeking at Black hats chair, it seemed that he already faded away. He doesn't get paid enough for this.
“Demenciaaa! Come out right now- we have a new mission!” Dr. Flug yelled while stretching his sore muscles, 5.0.5 trailing behind him dumbly. Both of them made their way to the Hatship. At least 5.0.5 seemed excited about it, the four of them, doing a mission. This was actually the first time they all went together. It's not every day that Black Hat goes out to personally meet a client either. It's only fair that he was nervous! This client must be important and it was even more important they don't screw up, which was almost unavoidable!
Flug's shoulders unstiffen as he sees Demencia bouncing with joy inside the ship, at least he didn't have to go search for her…
“Cmon cmon! Blacky is waiting for us! I can't wait!” She runs behind the two and shoves them inside. “Demencia!” Flug shouted at her while she stuck her tongue out, “What did I tell you about my personal space!”
Unease filled Flug's stomach like the plague while he sat down in front of the polished control panel, he flew them to the designated location while yawning.
“The ride here wasn't as bad as I expected, good work Demencia” Dr. Flug still couldn't shake away the odd feeling eating away from his insides. The trip was surprisingly calm since Demencia was on her, he must add, expensive phone he just bought her. With a depressing thought of his money, he lowered the Hatship outside a gated yard- respectively.
“Yeah move it nerd-our hot boss is waiting Icanseehim!” squealing, she pounced from her seat and scampered to the impressive mansion ahead of them.
Dr. Flug brushed himself off and walked out to the gate with 5.0.5.
He rolled his tired eyes at the golden large statue of what he assumes is the so-called respected client. The comical size of the thing was absurd and unnecessary! Yet 5.0.5 eyes sparkled,
“Bawr!”
“5.0.5 there's no way that impresses you” Flug can't roll his eyes enough.
“Bwar baor?” 5.0.5 didn't know why Flug didn't like the sparkling thing.
Crossing the trail, the two stood in front of the gate, "quite honestly, it's a waste of resources, I could make a million circuits with that." Boasting quickly, he could see Demencia crawling over the gate for the fifth time to get zapped off. With a groan he looked for anything that would let them through. Shifting around on his feet, he didn't find anything until he spotted a tiny camera against the gate.
“H-hey, uhm, were here on account of Mr. Black Hat?”
A moment of Demencia getting zapped for the 15th time, a manlike voice spoke out from an unknown source- “on what grounds?”
Wow, for such a rich client, they sure had a shit quality microphone.
“What do you mean on what grounds? I-I just- I just said on account of Mr. Black Hat!”
“Ok well, what do you think of our statue?”
Dr. Flug was already forgetting the unease from earlier, “The statue is very magnificent.” he said flatly.
The hidden microphone sparked up again, “Magnificent enough to make a million circuits huh?” Flug held his breath as his voice died down in his dry throat, how did they hear that!?
“I'm just kidding, just know I hear everything baby”
The nickname made him trip over his thoughts similarly to how Demencia tripped over herself from the gate's zapping. Unimpressed once again, he waited for the gate to finally open while Demencia stumbled over to him and 5.0.5.
What was this guy's deal?
Now he and Demencia were in a bad mood, walking up the path that seemed to go on forever, 5.0.5 kept staring in awe at all the fancy decor which made Flug even more annoyed. Ugh, anyone with half a brain could tell these guys were pretentious.
Demencia abruptly came to a stop and started to scramble ahead, Flug could see Black Hat in front of the estate shaking hands with someone. Thankfully it seemed like Black Hat had just got here, they weren't too late!
“The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Klauraum”, Dr. Flug could see his sharp smile, Black Hat turned to them with a squint of an eye and made Demencia pause in her advances towards him. She was growling at the woman. The mission was already going to shit.
“These are my subordinates, who will be acting accordingly…” the underlying threat was caught by the three, “Oh wonderful, I just love the company, you know”.
Inside the mansion, the walls were white sharply laced with, wouldn't you guess it, gold! Dr. Flug could see a recurring theme but it wasn't too tacky, just not his taste. He, Demencia, and 5.0.5 trailed behind Black Hat and the client. Observing the woman, he thought she seemed too nice to be a villain; though, he wasn't stupid. Looks can be deceiving. She led them to an open room filled with fancy white chairs separated with a long pedestal table on top of an expensive looking marble.
“Please, make yourself comfortable, I hope you enjoy the atmosphere” obviously speaking to him and his counterparts. Black Hat sat himself down in an exquisite armchair across Klauraum’s own. Sitting in the fancy room was an odd feeling Flug must admit, he sat in a less remarkable seat on the side of the long table.
“Oh no you don't, I wanna sit next to Black Hat!” Demencia roughhoused Dr. Flug from his seat -”stop it! You're gonna get us in trouble you idiot!”
She had him in a painful nelson on the seat until Black Hat cleared his throat, looking absolutely pissed. They quickly got up to avoid any more conflict before either of them got killed, Flug let Demencia have the stupid seat, he cautiously picked one next to 5.0.5 who was now in between him and Demencia. He looked at Black Hat as he was shrinking into his newfound seat. It seems Klauraum wasn't paying attention thankfully.
“You all must meet my new minion, Fool’s Gold, he's just wonderful!” She beamed, pressing something underneath the table, most likely to call him over.
A man with a stocky yet short build swiftly made his place next to the client, “You called, Mrs. Klauraum?” Dr. Flug immediately recognized that voice, he mentally groaned. Could this get any worse?
“Isn’t that the guy who called you baby, Doc?” Demencia questioned loud enough for everyone to hear, “yaknow, the guy at the gate?”
Flug slumped into his chair further with a warmth to his face, this was so embarrassing! What the hell Demencia! He didn't dare look at Black hat for his own safety.
5.0.5 waved to Fool’s Gold, “take a seat, we have guests” Klauraum softly spoke