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“S-Sir!” The doctor blinks gripping his clipboard looking surprised to see the other standing there. “You’re back, in time for the Halloween season. Ho-how was your trip?” The doctor kept the clip board close and at the ready to shield his vision from his boss. He dreaded if his boss had seen any of Heed’s social media posts.
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It’s a strange sensation, kissing a magic skeleton who doesn’t have flesh, and yet the taste of his mouth, the textures, and sensations…
You know nothing is there. You can feel your tongue brush and curl like an eel against his square jawbone. But it also feels like it.. passes through something. There’s a firmness, a dampness, the ghost of a feeling, the phantom of something that should be there. Like the power produced by two magnets of the same polarity.
His body squirms and his eye sockets squint slightly. You can’t see anything there but you sure can feel it, and apparently, so can he.
It felt like.... flesh.
Honestly, it’s a quandary, a puzzle, a teaser at the back of one’s mind that can’t be solved. It shouldn’t be there but despite logic and physics, it is. Perhaps that’s why the bone man is so alluring? He is so many things that shouldn’t exist but does; that shouldn’t be, but is; that shouldn’t have happened but did. He’s alive and dead, a paradox of proficiency verses desire. A man possessed of all the most perfect qualities of Villainy, including an ever consuming demon, but who somehow became determined to be a good man.
Well, before he began his tenure with the Black Hat Organization.
Truly, this unnerving creature was the epitome of man’s duality between its two natures. The show is never ending, and never not enticing it’s viewers to see which one of his dual natures will win out. Will his higher nature triumph and he become a good man? Or will his base instincts overrule and he become that which nature has equipped him to be? Only time will tell.
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“Good afternoon Lord Black Hat, I, uhh, I, I’m sorry sir did ,did you need something so early in the afternoon?” He rolls his neck listening to it crack, content that he hadn’t been jarringly pulled into the office like last time. “Is...Is this about S-sunblast?”
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ah there he was like normal, sitting at his desk looking more rugged then ever! attempting to wipe up the blood on her mouth from her most recent fight she strolled in knocking as she did so, not even awaiting permission as she smiled bright to her boss.
‘ buenos dias jefe! i did what you asked! ’
she crooned, hands clasped in hope she’d be rewarded! eyelashes fluttering as she leaned forward claws grasping the edge of his desk waiting to be acknowledged.
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He stood outside the manor watering his plants, glancing up Flug looked rather smug seeing a couple of wanna be followers creeping closer to the gate. He placed his thumb over the end of the hose spraying the people. Their shocked cries amused him. Tilting his head back he saw Blackhat pass a window looking off. It was something he had noticed when the other woke up from his nap. Stiff limbs and even a grip that was more lackluster. Rubbing his neck, Flug turned off the hose. He pulled a few of the surviving hemlocks heading inside. Flug handed a basket with the hemlocks and various other plants to a botler. He quickly went to his boss’ office. Swallowing he knocked on the door listening for his boss. “Sir, I wanted to ask you something.”
It isn't hard to find Flug, given their connection. Wrenching the man out of his seat, slamming him into the nearest wall with a snarling grin. "Having fun are we, dear doctor?" He clicks his tongue, "Running off without permission, taking me for a fool, and to Hell of all places. If you want to die, you'll have to try harder than that." He drops him, "You never learn do you Kennings?" His grin falls. "Show me to the demons that have been tempting you, and I may be generous."
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He had been scrolling through work emails. Answering a few here and there setting up appointments with Clients for when he returned from his little venture through Pentagram city. He had been waiting for a warning text or something from his boss. A clawed hand on his coat was the only warning before his back met the wall. Flug flinched listening to his phone clatter to the ground. “I never take you for a fool sir. I was working on coming home. I just needed time to think.” His body shook at the voice. His eyes deviated from the grin to take his boss’s clothes. Too ornate and flashy to just pick up him. He looked at the demons in the bar who didn’t spare a glance at the pair beyond some lingering on Black Hat. “I’ve learned that I need to take care of myself sometimes sir.” He muttered his body still shaking. He had enjoyed his time in hell, a few drinks and breaking of public property took the edge off. The enjoyment of being around fellow beings who didn’t care for the spectacle of villainy that is now but preferred to enjoy in the sins of life had been a lovely break. Flug swallowed taking a deep breath looking up at his boss. He tried his best to keep his eyes focused on the other. “Angel and Mimzy…Didn’t tempt me sir.” His eyes went to the jewels pressing his back into the wall. “Why, why do you always think that me going out to try and keep something separate that is just for me some vex against you? They just wanted to help me decompress before I had a mental break from dealing with ingrates that can’t tell the difference between a shrink ray and disintegrator.”
“Sir please, leave them be. They meant no harm and just wanted to hang out with me.” Social ties that weren’t in some form traced back into Black Hat were rare. Flug wanted to keep what little semi-firend’s he had that didn’t care for Black Hat’s name attached to him. They seemed to like him, for just him. He needed that. He needed something not tied to his boss to feel a scrap of humanity.
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