Borrowed Time

I know my soul's freezin'.... Hell's hot for good reason... Black Hat Ask/Rp Blog

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((Oops... I... kind of fell off the map for a while there.  *cracks fingers*  Let me see if I can get this going again.))

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Well, ask yourself this. Who out of everyone you know has the gall to do this, can disappear in an instant and could use the knowledge of knowing what holy water does to you to their advantage~?

“That….doesn’t actually narrow it down very much.”

“……………….WHAT.”

“Are you serIouSly telLinG me thaT ApPlianCe-hEadEd IDIOT got aWaY frOM mE AGAIN?!”

NEXT TIME I SEE HIM, HE’S DEAD.  

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Have you been gambling with moon gods? I hear Khonsu of Ancient Egypt has wagered time before.

“Has he? Hn… Maybe I should brush up on my senet…”

“Even if I lose… I mean ‘true names’?  Heh, I’ll tell him my true name.  Might be funny to see a God bleed from the eyes and ears.”

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I love how everyone draws Black Hat.

Like someone will draw him super tall and thin, someone else might see him as being broad chested, another will give him really slender hips.

Black Hat is beautiful and I love all the variety.

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Hey~. Hey Black Hat~. I can tell you who shot that holy water down your shirt~.

“Well?! Speak up!”

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The pigeons were fleeing in all directions in terror now, with the addition of two squirrels and a rabbit who happened to be in the path of the seriously ticked off demon.  Shadows gathered at his feet, pooling into nasty slithering tendrils that poked into bushes as he passed by, hoping to flush out the culprit.

“Come out, come out whoever you are~  I’m going to find you and make your life an endless nightmare~” he crooned, getting ever closer to the unfortunate CEO’s hiding place.

A number of scenarios rang through Steve’s head as he tried to think of a way out. Of course his fucking teleporter would get messed up right when he needed it most; you couldn’t possibly predict this shit and neither could’ve Steve! The desire to start hyperventilating and pacing overcame him, but he forced his body to stay rigid. He was trying not to get caught….

‘Think, think, think, think!” There was only one thing he could do really, but the probability of it working was slim to none. On the other hand, the only other alternative was to get on his hands and kness and say his prayers….

‘Fuck it, here goes nothing!” His hand slammed down on the still-sparking device and disappeared with a small “POP!” Only he had no clue where he was going to land…

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“Aha!”  Finally having reached the place he was fairly certain was the last viable hiding spot, Black Hat pounced on the bush like some horrible demonic cat, slicing up branches left and right.

….which meant he looked a little silly when it turned out there was no one there.  A loud SPLASH sounded somewhere behind him back near the bench he had been sitting on which overlooked a small lake.  

“Hn?”  Extricating himself from the foliage, he squinted over in that direction, sticks and leaves clinging to his clothing.

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Sinking to the bottom of a lake head-first with his arms crossed, Steve was grateful that his TV worked as a all-in-one scuba gear substitute. Not drowning only slightly increased the man’s mood, however.

“There’s an irony to this that I do not appreciate.” An irritated huff, muffled by the water, left the CEO as he waded upside down.

“Ah well. Guess there is nothing else I can do but wait him out. God knows if I used the teleporter again, I might end up in the middle of Siberia some goddamn where…”

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Thankfully it only takes an hour or two for Black Hat to finally get bored of searching, anger simmering down into mere irritation that his evening had been ruined. Better to go home and take it out on Flug than waste anymore time here.

Stopping at the gate to the park on his way out, he turned around and gave the place what could only be described as an intense demonic stink eye. “Holy water.... Ugh... Have some class!”

And with that, he left.

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His eye narrows, a red tinge starting to seep into the pupil.

“You’re about to be extremely sorry, Flug,” he ground out.  “Your problems are practically microscopic-”  He held up a finger and thumb pinched nearly together.  “-compared to the fact I have to carry three incompetent, blundering, idiots towards success because they’d trip over their own damn FEET if I wasn’t there to constantly guide their progress.”

“So tell me how sorry you are again?”

At the threat Flug flinched and instinctively raised his hands in surrender. Perhaps that had been a bit too snarky now that he had hindsight working against him. It would have just been better to bite his tongue and nod obediently.

“N-no. I m-mean yes! You’re right, Sir. You run the company after all. T-that’s no easy feat.”

“I’m very sorry to have doubted you. I won’t bring it up again.” 

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“Its practically Herculean,” he hissed, only slightly mollified by the scientist’s submissive behavior.  “You’re all lucky I even bother putting up with you.  Get back to work instead of wasting my time with pathetic complaints!”

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Something weird had been stirring in his chest all day every time he looked at that stupid failed experiment of Flug’s.  Usually it was revulsion or irritation… but right now he found he kind of just wanted to be around 5.0.5.

To mess with him of course.  There couldn’t be any other reason.

“Get over here, you stupid bear,” he commanded, pointing to the spot next to him.

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* 5.0.5 blinks and tilts his head to the side as he looks at the villain. he trots to him on all fours and plops next to him, wagging his tiny tail. he looks up at him curiously*

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Despite feeling slightly better because of the bear’s proximity, Black Hat found himself still utterly annoyed by the innocent look on the failed experiment’s disgustingly cute face.

“Don’t look at me like that!  Turn around!”

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The scent of blood in the air lures him like a shark, slithering through the twisted corridors of the mansion until he was standing at the door to Flug’s lab.  He is not surprised this is where its coming from.  No need to bother with the door knob- Black Hat simply phases into the shadows and appears on the other side.

Naked claws grasp the doctor’s shoulder from behind, wisps of darkness still coalescing into a solid form.  His teeth always emerge before the rest of him, smiling sharp and green.

“Not a bad look for you,” he comments, a finger tracing beneath Flug’s chin at the drops of blood.

Flug should have anticipated this but in his current state his employer had been the furthest thing from his mind. That was until clawed fingers took hold altering him to the other’s presence and the knowledge that Black Hat hadn’t even bothered to open the door. Flug would have been upset at the invasion of his privacy but it wasn’t like such things mattered.

He grumbles out thank you Sir, merely out of habit, before his wits come back to him. His anxiety spikes and he trembles under the other’s touch. A slew of apologies mixing with the blood on his tongue. He leans forward in his seat in a weak attempt to get Black Hat to let go. Flug cringed from the pain in his arm hissing when he accidentally bumped it against the table.

“I-I’m not…” He blanked on what to say. Had to resist the urge to once more scratch at his throat.

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Black Hat doesn’t seem all that interested in his words, drawing back for a moment to examine the blood on his claws.  His eye wanders back to the scientist as he flinches in pain, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly to reveal the very tip of a fang.

“Why did you do this to yourself?”  There’s no concern in his voice, only a detached curiosity, as he grabs the upper part of Flug’s wounded arm, pulling it up so he can examine the wounds without bending down.  His mouth opens slightly like a cat processing a scent, forked tongue poking between the gaps in his teeth.

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“I-i just feel more paranoid than usual, I-i need to be with you, in order to feel secure.”  He wasn’t sure what had caused the recent spout of anxiety, but the scientist was clearly distressed.

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The sudden change in his scientist was quite bizarre and he really had no idea what to make of it.  Since when did Flug want to be anywhere near him to feel secure?

...It only made sense if he’d been threatened by someone else.  A hero?  Another villain?  Black Hat’s eye narrowed, a growl percolating in his chest.

“Who was it?  Who’s stupid enough to mess with one of my employees?” he demanded.

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All it takes is a spike of anxious dread For Flug to start scratching at his neck. Without thinking he tears off his gloves to rake his nails against the curve of his throat.

The sensation is not enough.

His hysteria rises in his chest like something trying to claw it’s way out. His breath hitches and without thinking he takes his hand away from his neck only to bare his teeth and bite down on the tender flesh of his palm.

There’s pain as skin gives way to his jaw and blood rushes over his tongue. As startling as it is a relief when he focuses solely on the burning in his hand.

He pulls back, sees the deep marks left from his teeth only to turn his hand and bite down once more. Again and again until red stains his teeth and drips from his chin. His left hand wounded and aching at his side.

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The scent of blood in the air lures him like a shark, slithering through the twisted corridors of the mansion until he was standing at the door to Flug’s lab.  He is not surprised this is where its coming from.  No need to bother with the door knob- Black Hat simply phases into the shadows and appears on the other side.

Naked claws grasp the doctor’s shoulder from behind, wisps of darkness still coalescing into a solid form.  His teeth always emerge before the rest of him, smiling sharp and green.

“Not a bad look for you,” he comments, a finger tracing beneath Flug’s chin at the drops of blood.

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sir….uhm…

(that was a good solid day of my life. not to mention losing the keyboard midway)

((omg I’m sorry I forgot to mention the original voice QwQ @prozdvoices))

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“Of course, s-sir!” He practically was kissing Black Hat’s boots, trying to submit and stay in Black Hat’s good graces. “Y-you hurt me more brutally and precisely than anyone else can!”

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“You should consider yourself very lucky I even waste my time on you,” Black Hat snorted, examining his nails now.  He knew he was the best of the best, but sometimes a little groveling and boot-licking was nice.  Especially from Flug- he was just so darn perfect for it.

“Why are you so concerned about someone else hurting you all of a sudden?”

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Something weird had been stirring in his chest all day every time he looked at that stupid failed experiment of Flug’s.  Usually it was revulsion or irritation… but right now he found he kind of just wanted to be around 5.0.5.

To mess with him of course.  There couldn’t be any other reason.

“Get over here, you stupid bear,” he commanded, pointing to the spot next to him.

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“Unimaginable power yes.  Endless patience.  No.”

“Oh I’m sorry. Are you the one stuck in a lab all day having your work tampered with and getting people constantly interrupting you? No? Regardless I’m so sorry your patience is tested, Sir.”

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His eye narrows, a red tinge starting to seep into the pupil.

“You’re about to be extremely sorry, Flug,” he ground out.  “Your problems are practically microscopic-”  He held up a finger and thumb pinched nearly together.  “-compared to the fact I have to carry three incompetent, blundering, idiots towards success because they’d trip over their own damn FEET if I wasn’t there to constantly guide their progress.”

“So tell me how sorry you are again?”