Black Hat Org

A fight with Flug had not been on the itinerary. Dementia - Black Hat himself, perhaps, but not Flug. At least not with his hands. If anything, Bonely expected Flug to be smart enough to use his bots since going toe to toe with an immortal, magic-wielding, demon-infused undead would be suicide. It was only this fact that had given the scientist the opportunity to catch him off guard…

…for a moment.

But the moment passed and at the drop of a hat, Bonely was back on the offensive. The color his normally pearly white bones snapped to a deep, ominous shade of ebony, while his mouth and eye sockets seemed to ignite with indigo flames. With a snarl, the pinstriped skeleton lurched forward and with a flick of bone, his clawed phalanges took hold of the scientist’s jaw in a tight grip.

He really should have used that moment. After all, one could only control a Necronum through their skull, and one could only remove the skull when it was white and the connection was weak. Not that anyone besides Black Hat would’ve known, since he himself used Bonely’s skull to make him into what he is today. But now that his bones were black, detaching his skull would be nothing short of the herculean feat only their eldritch employer had managed to accomplish.

“If yeh were anyone else, Flug, I’d have eaten yeh alive by now,” he growled, tightening his grip on Flug. “As it happens, yer one a’ Black Hat’s favorites ‘n’ he’d be even less thrilled teh have teh replace yeh when he got back.”

Bonely tilted his head, as if to give the bag-head a good view of the purple flames peaking from behind his skeletal teeth. “Why, though, I’m still puzzlin’. I mean, with as great a mind as yeh’ve got, I honestly expected yeh teh know better than teh throw hands with an immortal undead with a proficiency in demon magic.”

A tongue of flame slipped past his jaws as Bonely considered the scientist. “The boss is in a state ‘n’ place where no plucky, stuck-up goodie-goodies can get him ‘n’ use him against the company. He’ll come back when he’s good ‘n ‘ready. Until then, let the household guard dog do his job.” With that, he pushed Flug back with the jerk, intending to knock him back off the desk. It was hand polished hard wood after all.

Bonely leaned against the desk, steepling his fingers not unlike their boss as his fedora cast an eerie shadow over the top half of his skeletal face.

“And what would you do, Flug? The Boss is indisposed, the seat a’ leadership is empty, every noxious entity in the universe will probably detect the power vacuum, and I’m the only one around here besides possibly 5.0.5., that counts as immortal with the magic, albeit dark magic, teh back it up. So tell me, how would you keep the BHO’s reputation up?”

He huffed at the question and leaned back in his chair. “I’ve got things under control. Black Hat is fine. Completely amnesiac ‘n’ as useful as a blank slate, but fine none the less.”

Not that using his power on Black Hat had been difficult. But it was better this than any alternative. After all, Black Hat was immortal and killing him yourself would only lead to him coming to wreak revenge on you later.

As if that wasn’t going to happen anyway…

Black Hat raises his hand, waving away the holographic display in a show of scattered pixels. His reflection twists, fanged mouth gaping open and form contorting unnaturally.

Slowly the Eldritch heir turns in his seat to face the mortal man. Expression unwavering and stoic even as the tinted glass cracks in the place of his missing eye. Black taps clawed fingers urgently on the arm of his chair, reflection back to normal as quickly as one may blink. Fast enough that anyone other than Flug or Demencia, may have assumed it was merely a trick of the mind.

Black Hat ceases his tapping to instead press his hands together. Almost thoughtfully as he pins Flug with an unrelenting glare, “So you didn’t receive authorization to carry on with these experiments but went on with it regardless. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Assumed it would be fine? I would have thought that you knew better by now Flug. You never cease to disappoint.”

He blinks though in a forced manner. Leaning back, "Usually I wouldn’t care about the client. I already have her soul in my possession but that woman may be useful and I am not impressed with your arrogance Doctor. We will deliver this hero to her as agreed upon. It is to our benefit that the tension in Atreno reaches its breaking point.”

"You’re going to get the hero and give him to Penumbra. Apologize on behalf of the company and see that she is satisfied that we have stayed true to her contract. Then, I’m going to have to decide what to do with you.” If he was a century younger he likely would have killed Flug by now. But that would mean finding a replacement and dealing with all of Flug’s current unfinished projects. It was bothersome enough replacing the last one.

Black sighs. Pressing two fingers to his temple, “From now on you are to receive my approval before doing anything of this nature. If you think you can hide things from me in my own home you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.”

Flug flinched at the other restriction. He scowled a bit under his bag, he hadn’t hide what he was doing, never reporting it sure. It was never hidden from Black Hat though, the creature had seen Dementica in her chaotic nature consume the hero. He was more amazed the hero even survived. His mind race wanting to try and reason with the other. To purpose that the lack of hero was damning for the villainess in the eyes of her supporters.  “Ofcourse sir.” The tone clipped and annoyed. It was better and more damning to give Penumbra the hero. To keep the controversy stirring and turn her followers away from her.  He blinked his mind clicking that to return Sunblast meant leaving the manor for a bit. “Would you like me to take her to lunch as an apology sir? I’m sure she would appreciate the service of a nice lunch as an apology.” His shoudlers sagging at the concept of a small break and a full meal. Being human was a pain when you stopped caring for your body properly.