Dr. Slug and Dr. Flug (villainous Drabble sneak peek of “Dimension Anomaly”
Dr. Flug watched silently as Slug drew up the blueprints for the teleporter. Even if Slug offended his intelligence, he bitterly had to admit that Slug’s blueprint was better than his. Dr. Flug glanced back at Slug, who stopped drawing for a moment and let out a bored sigh.
“I can’t concentrate when I’m being hovered.” Slug said, casting a sideways glance at Flug. Dr. Flug rolled his eyes and moved to the other side of the table, admiring the amount of papers from Slug’s personal work. He picked up one scrap of paper, rolled up and tossed aside and opened it. He let out a hum.
“A death ray?” Flug mused, tilting his head to the side in amazement. “It looks exactly as my gravity ray.”
Slug raised his head, his eyes on the paper. “Oh…yeah. White Hat requested that I make him an anti-gravity ray, I couldn’t figure it out and got bored. I made a death ray instead.” Slug let out a tired sigh. “White Hat didn’t like it.”
“That’s understandable for a hero.” Flug said, placing the piece of paper down on the table.
“He has no vision.” Slug said with a bitter tone. Dr. Flug stared at him. “All the power, all the money and he won’t even take over the world. Unlike your Black Hat, who even admitted he conquered it four times.” Slug suddenly ripped the blue print into pieces. Flug put out his hands in surprise.
“Wait! That was genius!”
“Well, not to me.” Slug growled, casting a hard glare at Dr. Flug. He backed away from the sight of Slug’s red eyes. “There was a flaw…have to start over.”
Slug placed a blank blue print down and began to sketch out the machine again. Dr. Flug took a seat on a spare stool, shifting through Slug’s papers. He found many valuable inventions, all labeled as a success from what appears to be White Hat’s handwriting underneath the finished product for his hero catalog. Some of the titles read, “Protective Bubble”, “Jetpack”, and “Kitty safety net”. Flug let out a slight chuckle on that one. Dr. Slug raised his eyes up to Flug again with a tired expression in his eyes.
“Those were White Hat’s ideas, I just make them…”
Flug let out a hum. “Black Hat tells me his ideas as well…they usually disappoint him though.” He said with a small voice. “Most work out great, but he is never satisfied with them or with me.”
Slug let out a huff. “What? You want him to recognize you, like a kid running to daddy to show him a picture?”
Flug’s eyes narrowed from that analogy. “In my dimension, being by Black Hat’s side is a great honor for a villain. All I want is for him to recognize me as a great villain.”
Slug shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah well, good luck with that.”
Flug crossed his arms. “What about you with White Hat?”
“What about it?” Slug said, trying to concentrate on his work.
“How did you start to work with him? It seems you’re not much of a hero yourself.”
“That’s because I’m not, I will never call myself a hero…”
“But you work with one.”
“I don’t have much of a choice.”
“What do you mean?”
Dr. Slug tossed aside his pencil, giving up on finishing the project. He walked around the table until he stood in front of Flug. Flug raised a brow when Slug lifted up his pant’s leg to show him an ankle monitor. His eyes widened at the sight of it.
“I was a villain years ago.” Slug began. “I was known in the villain world as my alias “The Highjacker”, I use to board planes and kidnap the large sum of people inside and would ask for ransom in exchange for their lives. I made millions.” Slug walked back to his work station and picked up a pencil. “No one could stop me, until one day when I was bailing out of a plane…my parachute got shot down.” Slug’s grip tightened on his pencil. “I fell at 500 feet and landed on concrete, with broken legs and officers around me. I miscalculated my drop zone, which made it easier for the officers to get me.”
Slug rubbed the back of his neck and let out a yawn. “I didn’t realize that one of the idiot officers actually shot me in my chest…right through my heart.” He said, unconsciously placing his gloved hand over it. “The officers didn’t realize either and were putting handcuffs on me…the only one who did noticed was White Hat. ”
Slug looked up at Flug and stared straight at him. “I was dying and White Hat made a deal with me….work for him and he’ll help me. In the moment, I agreed. Now, White Hat is a demon and his power is incredible, using it on me made an unbreakable bond.” Slug picked up the pencil and placed it in both hands. “White Hat keeps me alive with his essence, I can’t explain it but he constantly has to share his power with me, because of that, if I ever leave his side….” Slug bent the pencil causing it to snap. The visual was enough for Flug to understand. “The monitor is used to keep track of my health and whereabouts, making it easier for White Hat to find me.”
This is a sneak peek of a drabble I am working one, where Black Hat and White Hat meet in unusual circumstances. I hope you like it so far.