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Blackhat didn't know when it started or why he felt this way but he knew that this was all his fault.
Blackhat was never one to be scared of, well, anything really. But he could admit (at least to himself) that these weird feelings he had were terrifying. His face would heat up at the mere mention of Flug, his hands would sweat, he became prone to stuttering when it came to saying the doctor's name or even talking about him, and his knees would feel incredibly weak. Not to mention whenever he was around Flug, his symptoms seemed to worsen.
It just wasn't fair! He's the evil demon here not Flug. He should be the one instilling fear in others. And yet the anxious doctor has some kind of control of him. How did he do it?
Blackhat needed to get to the bottom of this problem. He should confront Flug, that would seem like the most logical option. Or, better yet, he could avoid the man and keep him busy while suppressing these feelings and letting everything fester inside him. Yes that seemed like the better idea.
What could possibly go wrong?