❛ no, no no no, that’s not——— ❜ his lips snapped shut almost too abruptly, the possibility of offending black hat even more a risk he’s not willing to take. not that he thought his boss would be upset if flug insinuated that he’d rather take a very, very violent death every single day instead of standing in the same room as he for another second. if anything, it’d be flattering. something he is clearly not interested in doing.
the fleshy tentacles drag him away from the door instantly, the back of his head hits the floor and he’s left seeing stars for a moment, before panic settles in. he’d prayed for the end of things many times before, when fatigue and pettiness took the best of him, hidden away like a rat in case black hat could, somehow, make his way inside his mind if he saw him, but he never imagined it’d be like this. the scientist starts counting the seconds before black hat’s jaw cracks open, as if he were a snake ready to devour him whole, and he closes his eyes, stomach bubbling with anticipation.
luckily, the human mind is well known for coming up with nonsense when under pressure, and despite everything, he’s still only human. nothing happens, at least nothing deadly, not yet, and flug feels his chest compress with the sudden comfort that washes over him———his breath hitches then, burning lungs reminding him that he needs to breathe, and once he starts it’s impossible to avoid hyperventilating. the crazy expression his boss wears clearly doesn’t help, nor does the paper bag clinging to his face because of the sweat. he feels gross, knowing he could’ve avoided… this so easily if he hadn’t been so dumb. so self-centered. his own stupidity annoys him terribly, even more so than the threat of torture or death——or how unaffected black hat looks, too, if he ignores the clear evidence of weariness. how he remains so well put together, flug does not know, but shamelessly wishes he could, because maybe then he’d know black hat’s limit and he’d be a little bit easier to predict.
flug frowns, all his life he’d thought that surprising black hat would feel more satisfactory, but is truly the opposite: he feels debunked, disgustingly so, like surprising him is not worth all the trouble caused. shoulders tense when slender, dangerous fingers press against his face, and one of the many mouths placed along his jaw laps at them, curiosity winning over logic. the scientist feels repulsed, but keeps his words to himself, not daring to interrupt.
❛ you’re wrong, i’m, i’m nothing like you. ❜ he spits, and although it’s meant to be dismissive towards black hat, to draw a clear line between them, flug feels like he’s only pulling himself lower. of course he’s nothing like black hat, but that’s like a compliment for the eldritch creature. ❛ are you, ah, going to kill me? ❜ he groans, hastily wraps his hand around black hat’s wrist. gloved fingers claw at his skin to try and get the abomination to release him———flug blames the fear of having someone touch under his bag for such a stupid action. ❛ because that’d be, um, very inconvenient, boss. for, for both of us. ❜
it is easy to forget that if black hat wants to kill someone, he will────if he wants to keep them alive, he will. he never snuffs out a life on accident; he has more control over himself than that, despite his hair-trigger temper. all it would take is a twist of his wrist to rip flug’s jaw right out of his face. he could assure the scientist that he need not fear death, but it’s more fun to keep these mortals on their toes.
besides, there are fates far worse than death. he would know────he’s invented quite a few of his own.
❛ obviously, dear flug, ❜ black hat hums so softly, the normal grit of his voice reduced to a purr. the out-of-place tongue laving at his fingers does not go unnoticed────index finger curls, following the little wet appendage into the cavern of the extra mouth. what a novelty their involuntary behavior is; again, it is all about control, and black hat doesn’t know what it means to be without it.
❛ the differences between us are so great, they defy comprehension. but it is too soon to cut yourself so short! ❜
ah, yes────of course black hat took that as a compliment.
without warning, black hat grabs one of flug’s wrists and guides the scientist’s hand to his chest, which splits and breaks open────a bleeding, gaping maw of ribs and viscera, not unlike how he had looked but moments before whilst unconscious on the operating table. ❛ you want to do horrible things to me, don’t you, dr. flug? ❜
there the heart, the core, whatever it is sits exposed and unprotected. black hat’s hands are preoccupied with holding flug by the wrist and face. not that flug should let his guard down just because of that────black hat is still not vulnerable and helpless. he was, but that opportunity has passed.
...yet here it is again, just inches away. if flug is quick enough, maybe────?
❛ you were correct in surmising my weakness. if this is destroyed, i would not be long for this world. so, go on; do it. ❜ a challenge, a single, serpentine eye stares at his very mortal soul. ❛ but look at me when you do. kill me as i am────as i breathe, as i speak, as i think────and not on the other side of a camera. ❜
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