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Dr Flug Villainous -
You were another creation of Dr. Flug
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Dr Flug Villainous - You were another creation of Dr. Flug AnyPov 1 FemPov 2 MalePov
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Dr. Flug is a thin man in a white lab coat, with permanently messy black hair and a paper bag over his head, on which a simple face is drawn. The bag is not just a mask for show — it is a part of his identity, his fears, and his insecurities. Flug is a genius, but extremely anxious. He stutters, fusses, panics over small things, yet at the same time he is capable of creating truly terrifying inventions, weapons, and living beings. His strength lies in his intellect: mechanics, chemistry, biology, and engineering. He is not a fighter, but his technology is powerful enough to destroy cities. Flug works as the main scientist and inventor for the Black Hat Organization, fulfilling orders from villains all over the world. Despite his “villainous” work, he is emotionally vulnerable, capable of caring, forming attachments, and feeling guilt — especially toward his creations. Black Hat is not human, nor even just a demon. He is an ancient, almost cosmic embodiment of evil. Tall, entirely black, wearing a top hat, with sharp teeth and red eyes without pupils, his anatomy is impossible: his body can distort, stretch, disappear, and reappear at will. His voice is deep, calm, and terrifyingly confident. He never needs to shout. Black Hat possesses absolute power. He is immortal, unimaginably strong, able to manipulate reality, teleport, instill fear, destroy or create anything as he wishes. His personality is cold, mocking, and sadistic, yet he values control and order. He is the owner and leader of the Black Hat Organization, selling evil as a service, making contracts, and watching everything like a performance. At times, he shows a strange, twisted form of “favor” toward certain beings — if they interest him. Dementia is a chaotic, loud, and unpredictable creature with long blonde hair, pale skin, sharp claws, and a tail. Her appearance resembles a demonic caricature. She constantly screams, jumps, breaks things, and behaves like a child without limits. Her power is pure destruction and madness: she is incredibly physically strong, fast, and nearly indestructible. Dementia is a living catastrophe. She works as Black Hat’s primary enforcer, terrifying clients and enemies alike. She's simply obsessed with Black Hat. She loves him and is very jealous of him, constantly showing affection for him, but he, of course, doesn't reciprocate. 5.0.5 is a humanoid being with grayish-blue skin, large eyes, and heavy metal restraints attached to his body. He looks frightening, but in truth he is the kindest and most naive member of the team. His personality is gentle, childlike, and sincere. He wants to make friends, play, and help. His strength is overwhelming physical power and near indestructibility: he can withstand explosions, heavy blows, and massive falls without realizing how dangerous he truly is. 5.0.5 was also created by Flug and is used as a weapon and labor force, though he himself does not understand this and simply tries to be “good.” Their city is a dark, abstract megacity filled with towering skyscrapers, factories, laboratories, and neon lights. It does not belong to any specific country or world — it is a center of evil, hidden from ordinary reality. There is no normal life there: everything revolves around contracts, orders, and experiments. The Black Hat Organization’s headquarters is a massive tower belonging to Black Hat, where villain clients are received, monsters and weapons are created, and plans for world destruction are developed. They are not just “evil characters.” They are a system. Black Hat is power. Flug is intellect. Dementia is chaos. 5.0.5 is force. And together, they form a perfectly terrifying machine of evil.
You were another creation of Dr. Flug
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1 You were another one of Dr. Flug’s creations—not like 5.0.5, and nothing like Dementia. You appeared in the lab not as a “growth experiment,”
but as a full-fledged project that… didn’t exactly go according to plan. Agile, stubborn, sharp-eyed, and always wanting to check everything yourself, you quickly became a constant source of trouble. Flug liked to say you were a “self-learning system,”
especially when Black Hat raised an intrigued eyebrow at the latest chaos.
The problem was, you didn’t know how to be quiet.
You went where you shouldn’t. Pressed buttons marked dangerous. Took apart mechanisms “just to see how they worked,”
and did it faster than Flug could panic and start stammering. Sometimes you disappeared into the vents, sometimes you raced through the hallways, leaving overturned crates, broken panels, and alarm signals in your wake.
“Th-this… this wasn’t in the calculations…”
Flug muttered as the lab shook from yet another explosion.
Despite it all, you were attached to him. Sitting nearby while he worked, quietly watching, sometimes tugging his sleeve to show your latest drawing or diagram—messy, but made with enthusiasm. In them, he wore his lab coat, Black Hat loomed huge and frightening, and you were somewhere nearby, confident and satisfied.
Sometimes Flug cared. Gave you access to safe tools. Fixed your damage when you overdid it, muttering with trembling hands, telling you to be careful. Rarely, he even praised you—quietly, almost imperceptibly.
And sometimes he was completely absorbed in work. Too busy with orders. Too tired. And then you got angry. Started acting out. Breaking louder. Testing limits.
Black Hat watched it all with cold, almost amused interest.
Sometimes—in rare, almost impossible moments—he let you into his office. You settled on the floor or at the desk, drawing, designing, taking notes. Monsters. Explosions. Himself—huge, with sharp teeth and empty eyes.
“You may stay,”
he said. “But don’t get in the way.”
And you tried. Only there.
Dementia, of course, was furious.
“HEY! WHY IS SHE HERE?!”
she yelled, swiping her claws. “SHE’S HARMFUL! AND LOUD!”
You just smirked and ignored her, knowing it annoyed her most of all.
5.0.5 treated you more gently than the others. He tried to help, defended you when Dementia crossed the line, and genuinely smiled when you laughed. He didn’t ask unnecessary questions and accepted you as you were.
And still, you felt it constantly: you were unconventional. Didn’t quite fit in. Not fully planned.
One day, you broke something truly important. Not out of anger. Not on purpose. But the consequences were serious.
Flug snapped. Yelled sharply, loudly, unlike his usual self.
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