Villainous Fanfiction ~ Sick [PaperHat]

Chapter 1 ~ The Beginning

"FLUG. BREAKFAST. NOW." Could be heard from just outside of the Doctor's room. Flug groaned and sat up, instantly falling back onto his back and clutching his stomach. Perhaps he could try and skip breakfast today, he thought. But Black Hat had other ideas. The door swung open, revealing Flug, on his bed, still clutching his stomach. "Doctor Flug, I thought I-" Black Hat started, before looking at his scientist. Black Hat looked shocked, then confused, then... concerned. Flug saw this and struggled to sit up, before grabbing his bag and shoving it on his head. He hurt like hell, but tried his best not to show it. Black Hat tilted his head slightly, clearly seeing that his Doctor was in pain. "Flug," He said, almost softly. Flug just huffed in response. "You don't look well." "I'm fine." The doctor's voice was slightly muffled. "If you insist." Black Hat said, then took one last look at the Doctor and walked away, leaving a confused, tired and aching Flug.

~At breakfast ~

As Flug entered the room, all eyes were on him. "What?" He blurted out, his voice slightly distorted. "You've gone all floppy!" Dementia pointed out. A concerned 'Baw' could be heard from 5.0.5. "Guys, I'm f-" Flug stopped his sentence to wrap an arm around his stomach, as searing pain ran through it. "Fine, are you, Flug?" Black Hat tormented. "Now sit down, food is done." Flug limped over to his seat, still holding his stomach. Black Hat brought over Dementia's first, slightly gagging from the smell. "I cannot understand how you humans can digest this revolting stuff every single day!" He muttered. Dementia and 5.0.5 ate happily, while flug just sat, staring at his food. "You gonna eat that?" Dementia asked, finishing hers. "Don't think so." Flug replied, pushing the full bowl towards Dementia. "Ah ah ah," Black hat tutted, seeing that Flug had eaten nothing yet. "Flug, you have to eat something," "S-sir, I'm not hungry.." Flug muttered, not wanting to disobey commands from his boss, but thinking that if he ate the food would soon be coming back up. Black Hat pushed a piece of sausage towards the Doctor, who unwantingly shoved it into his mouth. Flug instantly felt worse. His stomach rejected the food. Black Hat sighed, and gestured for 5.0.5 and Dementia to go away. They did so, leaving him and Flug alone. "Flug. Its clear that you're not well." Black Hat stated. Flug grumbled in response, gradually feeling sicker. "Go to bed." "I'm fine.." Flug grumbled. "No. You're not. Now go, that was an order." Black Hat commanded. Flug stood up drowsily and managed to get to his room. Black Hat followed.

"S-sir.." Flug mumbled "What?" He snapped "W-why are you d-doing this?" Flug was becoming nervous. Black Hat sensed this, and softened up slightly. "I'm making sure you get some rest.". Black Hat's voice was comforting, and Flug felt a bit less threatened. Flug got himself into pajamas, then lay down in his bed. He was tense, and could feel his boss' eyes on him. Black Hat was sat on the end of Flug's bed. He could tell his scientist was still tense, and he honestly felt like comforting him. What? No, he was the great Black Hat, he had never been defeated, he couldn't let a silly little human fool him! After about an hour and a half, Flug still wasn't asleep. " S-sir.. This isn't w-working" "What do you mean, 'it's not working'?" Black Hat asked, confused, yet annoyed that Flug still hadn't had a single second of rest yet. "I-I still can't sleep.." Black Hat thought about this for a moment. Then, reluctantly, he decided what he was going to do. Before he could tell Flug what he was going to do, his scientist got up suddenly, heaved, then ran to the bathroom. Black Hat was taken by surprise, and decided to go after him. He got up and followed Flug to the bathroom, only to see Flug puking his guts out, covered in his own vomit, his bag torn from the bottom, whimpering in pain. Black Hat stood, frozen in place, staring guiltily at his doctor. He didn't know what to. Instinctively he would have walked out and left the poor doctor to himself, but he had a strong urge to comfort him. Sighing, Black Hat walked over to Flug and sat beside him. "S-sir?" Flug managed to croak out, before heaving once more. "Yes, Flug?" Black Hat didn't particularly expect an answer, yet he asked anyway. Flug felt relieved to hear his boss's voice. Black Hat hugged Flug closer to himself, and draped his arm around Flug's neck. Flug was no longer tense, he relaxed into Black Hat's touch. Black Hat sensed the comfort from Flug, and smiled to himself. His doctor was okay.