imagine eventually someone gets tired of how Black Hat treats them. Flug, maybe, likely.
and he snaps at Black Hat- full out yelling at him, chest heaving and so furious, and so tired, and Black Hat just. looks at him.
and Flug, panting for breath, hands shaking, pulls himself up. straightens his back. and looks him in the eye, one second, two, three- and Black Hat doesn’t say anything, and Flug doesn’t say anything.
and Flug nods. tight and unhappy, and he pivots around, marches out of the room. and Black Hat let’s himself crack a bit, because he doesn’t know what just happened.
his chest hurts and it’s like there’s a damn storm inside of his head, churning away, every word of Flug’s rant repeating back at him, mocking him.
and Demencia steps inside. quiet, and Black Hat barely notices her.
“he’s right,” she says, standing in the doorway. and then she leaves too, disappears around the corner, and Black Hat sits there, something cracked inside of him, and he just
there’s no connection. Flug told him to show kindness, to be nicer to them, and Black Hat doesn’t understand what he means.
he is nice to them. he lets them live, he feeds them and he shelters them, and every day he refrains from picking them apart like they’re toys, pulling their pieces from each other.
isn’t that kindness?
and so he sits there. looks down at his hands, and all he sees is the monster there’s beneath his gloves, the monster he is.
how far separated he is from Flug, from Demencia, from 5.0.5. from everyone.