The Villainous Asylum

Chapter 8: Confidential

Flug never understood the meaning of cold showers. Apparently, they were good for your health every now and then, and some people were even able to relax under a cold river. But cold water was also a torture mechanism, if Flug remembered right.
He had yet decided to try it out. And the only thing he could feel was frozen nails piercing into his skin, making him shiver wildly. Even his teeth were clacking against each other uncomfortably. But Flug left the water on and fell down onto his knees, feeling the coldness as a punishment.

He had decided to quit his job.
Not just the part of being Black Hat's personal psychiatrist, but his whole job.

Flug knew it wasn't the right choice, and maybe after some time, he would come back if he really had to. But he didn't know what else to do.

He tried to not think about Black Hat for a moment, and his mind reminded him of Demencia, the girl he had murdered by accident. He let out a sob, then smacked himself as hard as he could. He had cried enough already. And he hated himself for being so weak.

Flug was not sure why he took her death so heavily. Maybe because it was the first time he was actually responsible of ending someone's life. But a part of him told Flug that he wasn't allowed to feel this much guilt because of it. He wasn't a good person in the first place. As long as Flug could remember, he had done experiments on people without their seal of approval. As a child, he did tests on animals. First bugs, then rats, then the neighbor's cat. At school, he got even some student to be his test subject, in exchange of something of course. He was always ready to give up his lunch money, if someone was fine being his victim of weird experiments. He had done a lot of bad things to people, but he had never killed anyone.

But luckily killing Demencia didn't feel so bad anymore.

Flug tried to imagine the situation in a different way. What if he had meant to kill her? What if his plan was just to torture her, just for fun?

Suddenly, killing her didn't feel like such a problem anymore.

At that moment, Flug realized how truly sick he was. He kept telling himself he was an innocent man, never wanting to hurt anyone. But his desire to build machines that created destruction, or perform experiments that were brutal and bloody, was just too high. He found it all so fascinating.

Was Flug actually a bad person?

He shook his head, his wet hair sticking against his skull tightly.

Flug finally let his thoughts be full of Black Hat and no one else, and suddenly the water didn't feel so cold anymore.

He didn't understand his feelings towards him. What happened last time was a clear sign Flug wanted more, but a part of him told him to run away and never look back. He didn't quite understand why. Maybe he wasn't sure if dating Black Hat would be the right thing to do. Maybe Flug was insecure. Maybe he was afraid, and for a good reason.

Seeing Black Hat in his more monstrous form terrified him. He could still hear the eldritch calling out for him in that horrific voice that made his skin crawl. Just what the hell was he? And what did Black Hat want from him?

Flug knew he wasn't qualified for this kind of job. He had no understanding of Black Hat and his actions, and some day he would surely be killed by him. Flug was secretly afraid of dying, and the fact that Black Hat has killed before did not help. The only thing that seemed to work on Black Har was that electric collar around his neck. Flug seriously started wondering how strong it was to be so effective against a being like Black Hat.

Maybe quitting his job was for the best. Flug could even move out of the city and start a completely new beginning. He could start living like a normal human being.