“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!” Flug’s eyes behind his googles snapped open, almost instinctually sitting up and hitting the glass of his capsule. He fixed the paper bag on his head, yawning tiredly as he pressed the open button.

“At least it was a dream and not the usual nightmare…” he murmured, standing up from his cryogenic capsule bed and stretching.

“Alright, now time to execute the morning routine.” He got dressed into his usual attire—his airplane shirt, lab coat, jeans and sneakers. He didn’t put much thought into it. “Step one, wake everyone up.”

He padded close to the big, blue bear—5.0.5—sleeping comfortably, patting its head to wake it up. The bear yawned, and Flug smiled under the paper bag.

“Good morning, pachoncito,” said Flug, beginning to read off of his clipboard before he looked back at 5.0.5 once more.* “remember not to clean inside of Black Hat’s office again or he’ll make your insides turn out!”

5.0.5. saluted, stomping away with the vacuum in his paws. Flug hummed, spinning his pencil in his fingers. “What’s next on the list?”

“Ugh…” he grumbled, expression deflating underneath the bag as he read the next line of the clipboard. He stood up from his seat, wiping off his goggles with his sleeve.

He made his way through the manor, ending up where his least favorite coworker resided in a straight jacket and pins. He grumbled, shaking his head as he watched one of his robots slowly lower a hero into the cage of Demencia.

“Villain! What is your plan?!” The hero shouted, name not bothered to be known by Flug.

“Breakfast.” Flug sighed, shoulders sagging.

“Breakfast? That doesn’t sound very evil—“ by then, the bottom of the cage had hit the ground, and the hero was now exposed to Demencia. Flug groaned, turning away as the screams of the man filled the room.

Demencia was pulled up, her giggles barely constrained by her teeth. She tilted her head, squirming around in her restraints.

“Okay, let’s just do something easier today,” he said, tapping his clipboard with the butt of his pencil. “Just go get dressed.”

“Never! Pajamas forever!” Demencia grinned viciously, springing forward and breaking from her restraints as she jumped down the stairs. Flug groaned, clenching his clipboard as he waved his free hand in the air.

“Come back, you madwoman!” He yelled, groaning as he watched her run by. She wasn’t even free from her straight jacket, and she was already causing mass damage.

Then, he suddenly yelped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly turned around, his eyes wide underneath his goggles as he turned to see…you.

“Oh, don’t do that. You…scared me.” He let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he clasped a gloved hand over his heart. He frequently had to go to the cardiologist, because he was such a nervous wreck all of the time. “Good morning, though.”