Insomnia - Villainous Paperhat Fluff

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"No! I most certainly am not blushing, you idiot!" Black Hat spat, turning to face him more directly.

Flug giggled and smiled under his bag, enjoying how flustered his boss was getting.

"Jefecito, I know why you are here." Flug smiles brightly at him, though it is unseen behind his bag. He slowly walks closer to Black Hat, making sure not to scare him away.

Black Hat took a step back. He felt skittish, he did not want to talk about this. He knew for sure he would be rejected. What if Flug quit because of this? What if he told the other villains? Oh, he'd be an absolute joke...

"Jefe." Black Hat was snapped out of his thoughts and slowly looked down at Flug. Flug had stopped walking and had put his hands on Black Hat's shoulders, holding him there. "I feel the same way." His smile widened, shyly inching closer.

Black Hat's eyes widened. "You do? But I'm not human." His eyes narrowed, "Why would you feel that way about something as inhuman as me?" He looks at Flug in disbelief, not fully trusting his words and shrugging his hands away.

Black Hat grumbles, "I'm a monster, Flug, why would you like me? Why would you even care? Just look at me!" He pushed Flug away, but Flug came right back.

Flug looks at him sadly, "Jefe, I-"

"No." Black Hat interrupted, frowning grimly. He let out a low angry growl as he spoke in a dark tone, "You are a filthy liar, Flug." He spat the name as if it were oozing poison and took another step back, turning to leave.

"Black Hat, wait!" Flug blurted out, feeling a cold emptiness rise up in his chest as too many emotions flooded in all at once.

Without a word, Black Hat exited through the door. As the door opened a gust of wind threw Flug back, sending him tumbling to the floor with a loud thud. Flug immediately jumped up and burst out after him, but his boss had dissappeared. Looking in all directions he could not find a trace of Black Hat.

Flug felt as if a bullet has been shot directly through his chest as he fell to his knees, the pain was indescribable. Raising a hand to his chest he put the other against his forehead as he pulled his knees to his chest, shivering lightly.

"Oh, fuck, what did I do? I shouldn't have said anything, I sh-shouldn't have e-expected him to w-want a-anything to do with me! I'm s-such a f-fuck up..." Flug whispered to himself, burying his head in his knees and wrapping his arms around his legs, gripping them tightly.

Every inch of his body was trembling and every muscle felt weak and heavy. He whimpered as tears began to softly flow, blurring his vision. He didn't care if he couldn't see, he felt too alone to care.

His bag became damp from the tears as he sniffled and cried. "I just... I wish we could be happy... together." Tears flowed more aggressively, staining his bag and filling his goggles. The bag started falling apart so he pulled it off, along with his goggles.

His hair was messy and unkempt, but he wasn't phased by it. "I guess some dreams... aren't ment to come true."

Flug sat against the door outside the lab crying, feeling lost. All hope had shattered, and he felt nothing.

He sat there for hours, weeping and quivering before finally passing out from exhaustion. His body had fallen limply to the side, spread out in the hallway outside the door to the lab.

His dreams quickly turned into nightmares, dark and flooded with depression, causing him to twitch and whimper in his sleep.

Black Hat had dissappeared to his room and locked the door with a flash.

"That treacherous dolt dares lie to me?!" He grabs a nearby chair and flings it into a wall. "I will not take pity from a halfwit! Does he think I am a bloody fool?"

The chair shatters into hundreds of pieces as Black Hat flings everything off his desk, anything fragile being destroyed.

His body erupts with a loud growl as he sinks his claws deep into the wood of his desk, scraping his claws across the surface in long crooked trails.

Creatures from other dimensions escape into this world through the cuts in the wood and flew around the room, moaning in despair and screaming unearthly howls before soon dying off and dissappearing forever.

He stares up at them in rage, snarling and raking his claws down the wall, tearing apart the wallpaper. Yanking his claws out of the wall he stumbles back and stares at the damage.

It isn't enough.

Trudging across the room he rips down a large tapestry of himself and tears it into shreads.

Black Hat stood over it, panting hard and growling. He stares at the wreckage for a moment before pausing to look around the room. Pausing to look at all the destruction he made. The destruction he made in his own room.

All emotions drain from his body and he just stands there, lost and confused.

Bending over he picks up a piece of the torn tapestry and looks at it. The piece was unidentifiable. The pieces of the tapestry were split up like an unsolvable puzzle, there was no way any mortal could put it back together.

He crushed the fabric in his hand, glaring harshly down at it before throwing it to the ground, letting it hit the floor without a second glance.

With a quick turn he marched to his bed and sat down.

He sat there staring off into space. What was this feeling? This feeling of... emptiness deep in his chest?

He didn't like this feeling, he wanted to get rid of it. He needed to fill it with something.

Black Hat put his head in his hands, but recoiled when he felt something wet. What was this? Water...? He was... he was crying!?

Tears filled his eye as he stared at his hands, and the hole in his chest went colder than ice. Trying to blink the tears away, they instead rolled down his cheek, dripping off of his chin.

The liquid pooled around his monocle as well, but he wiped it away before it could flow too freely.

Black Hat hated this, he was Black Hat! He doesn't cry!

He sprang up, ready to fight something, but his body worked against him and dragged him back down, forcing him back onto the bed.

Growling loudly he dug his claws into the bed, ripping through the sheets and mattress.

Anger. He was angry. But why couldn't he feel it? All he felt was nothing, a gaping wound in his core.

Why did he even feel this way in the first place? What was the cause of all this?

Something deep in his gut told him what the cause was, but he didn't want to listen. He didn't want to think of that right now. He didn't want to think of that ever.

Flug was a fool.
Flug was a dolt.
Flug was an idiot.
Flug was a filthy backstabbing liar.

There was no other feasible explanation. Humans don't fall in love with beasts, they just don't! Black Hat had never heard of a time when they ever cared about beasts; they had always run away from them.

Flug couldn't and wouldn't return those feelings, he would be outcasted from his own kind. He was a liar, no human could feel love for someone as horrible as himself.

Right?