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"You have done... well, Dr. Flug~"
Blackhats voice massaged Flugs ears as he tried to keep his now growing smile secret.
"Thank you, sir."
Flug stayed calm, keeping his hands neatly wrapped behind his back and his figure still.
"I've been pleased with your progress of recent... so I'm allowing you to continue on your own personal work that you've been hiding in your little lab of yours."
Blackhat, moved forward in his leather chair, resting his arms, crossed on his desk. Flug raised his eyes under his brown paper bag but lowered them- realising who he was talking to.
"Thank you, sir. I am much grateful."
Flug took a small bow, fighting all his urges not to punch the air right there and then.
"And before you leave, please tell me doctor... what exactly are you building?"
Blackhat queried, playing around with a nearby pen, balancing it upwards on the tip of his finger.
"Oh! Well..."
Flug held his breath, playing with death lying to his boss.
"I'm experimenting with whether i could make a machine that could control the weather in specific spaces and create natural disasters with it."
Blackhat listened, his head resting against his folded hand as the other played with his pen. Seeming to be half listening.
"Okay... well inform if that works doctor, now leave."
Flug understand and quickly left Blackhat to his own devices. Pausing outside the door before finally throwing his fists into the air and jumping all about- very quietly though to not disrupt his boss.
For a while now, Flug has been working on his own little experiment- he was lucky that he was right about Blackhat finding out about the machine, luckily not looking too far into it. Seems he doesn't quite know everything. As this 'experiment' Flug is now going to focus his entire attention on. Will finally change Flug and make everything perfect and right. He was designing his own top surgery.
Flug made sure to shut the giant iron doors completely shut, locking them and barricading himself inside. He had to make sure no one, absolutely not a single being were to enter this room until he was finished. No one else knew he was doing this and Flug planned to keep it that way. He pulled out the machine and centred in the middle of his lab. Wrapping those white sheets you see in hospitals around it and testing everything is twisted in tight and secure. Flug quickly grabbed his nifty spinning chair, making his final adjustments, adding the robotic arms with knives and at the front of them. The next few hours felt like hell. The suspense and thoughts able to run through his mind, trying to tell him to stop now.
Flug knew the dangers of all this and honestly did not care. He had went on too long without in this case with 'it' that he whether he lived or not was both the best outcome. He just didn't want to deal with it anymore. The final touches were done- it was now time. It wasn't going to try with any dummys or see if the machine actually works or not. He was going straight in cause he knew reality would hit him if he didn't. Flug took off his lab coat, resting it over a chair along with his airplane shirt and then lastly wrestled off his binder, throwing it to the side, hoping that was the last time he'd ever be wearing it.
Flug took in a relaxed deep breath, feeling the weight of his binder pressing down hard on his chest finally lifted. Flug felt the softness of the seat, closing his eyes and leaning closer to it, resting one leg on the machine before he suddenly heard a loud bang. Flug jumped to the noise, definitely hearing it come from inside the lab. Then the worst part came.
"What are you actually making doctor?"
His bosses voice snarled, sending shivers through Flugs whole body. How did he get inside? He quickly twisted his whole attention to his binder that he threw to the floor. It was too far away to reach without Blackhat noticing. Flug stood still, moving away from the machine and avoiding to face Blackhat, and expose to him really his true intentions.
"I asked you a question..."
Flug quickly turned the opposite direction to his shirt, resting on his chair. With a bit of hesitation, Flug jumped towards his shirt, throwing over his head and covering as much as he could of his chest. Flug without even looking could sense Blackhat approaching him quickly. His loud, angered footsteps slam harder on the floor.
"Face me when I'm speaking to you Flug!"
His voice roared louder as he stopped only a few feet away from Flug. Flug didn't take in account he could die this way lol, but either he won't have to wear a binder atleast. Flug held his chest shut, trying to hide it as much as he could as he caved in and turned around. Completely facing Blackhat. Blackhat was silent and so was Flug. He could sense what he was obviously hiding and Blackhat seemed to be able to put two together. It was quiet for too long. Probably only been a minute but Flug just wished he could just escape it already.
"Okay..."
Blackhat suddenly blurted out, stepping away from Flug and looking like he's about to walk away.
"Continue on."
He said again, facing away from Flug, unable to see his surprised, shocked expression under his bag. Flug was quiet, suddenly forgetful of how to even speak.
"But only on one condition."
Blackhat raised one finger, catching Flugs attention as he still cradled his chest.
"You cannot die."
Blackhat turned around, staring directly at Flug with such seriousness, Flug just nodded his head, totally nervous and now even more tense.
"I need you on Monday for a mission."
Blackhat curled his fingers behind his back, turning back around and walking back out the door somehow. Leaving Flug there now much more tense and shaken up then going through with a possible death wish. Now testing out the machine became alot more stressful than before. Blackhat could probably find a way even if Flug died just to yell at him or something.
Flug closed his eyes and allowed the machine to work, slowly putting him under anaesthetic, as he drifted off to unconsciousness.