#poor flug

Demencia returns from a long mission to find this lighter, more laid back, rainbow loving version of her beloved Black Hat "Who's this weirdo?"

Flug looks a bit nervous as he starts to answer, "Oh - well - this is-"

Prisma sees Demencia and runs up to her, hugging her in a 505-esque manner, "Auntie Dem you're home!"

Demencia looks confused and a little unsettled, "Nerd who is this crazy weirdo?! And why the hell are they calling me AUNTIE?!"

Flug swallows nervously, but Prisma once again interrupts him, "I'm Prisma Hat, nice to finally meet you!

Demencia just stares at this being, still confused and unsettled.

"I'm Black Hat's spawn!" Prisma says enthusiastically.

"What thirsty little b-" Demencia starts to see red now.

"Flug's my mom!"

Flug sweats profusely "It's-it's not like that! What happened was -"

"Nerd..."

"Y- yes Demencia?"

@happy-fazzbear-ponies2 requested that I write this from the giant list of prompts! 

“Doctor Flug!” Black Hat barked.

“Augh! B-boss!” Flug shrieked, spilling his mug of coffee all over the blueprints on his desk. “W-what is it?”

Black Hat loomed ominously over Flug’s shoulder, examining the stained papers. “Just checking up on your work. How is everything going?”

Flug gulped anxiously.”And did you h-have to sneak up on me?”

Black Hat gave him a quizzical look, as though he didn’t understand the question. “Yes.”

Flug turned back around, trying to focus on his work. “It’s going f-fine, Boss. I’m working on a prototype for a new-”

“Death ray?” Black Hat interrupted.

“No, it’s a-”

“Bomb?”

“N-no-”

“A volcano?” Black Hat hissed with glee.

“W-what?” Flug said indignantly. “How would I invent a-”

“Just tell me what it is,” Black Hat cut across him again. “And I’d better like it.”

Flug’s bag crinkled awkwardly. “I-it’s…”

“Yes?”

“It’s a beam that makes flowers grow,” Flug whispered.

Black Hat was silent.

“It’s for 5.0.5.,” Flug explained.

Black Hat still said nothing.

“Um… Boss?”

“Doctor Flug?”

“Yes?”

“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”