B̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶H̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶u̶g̶e̶ ̶m̶i̶s̶t̶a̶k̶e̶.

Black Hat and Dr. Flug had to leave on some very very important business, and you as one of the workers, by some reason, they trusted you, 5.0.5., and Demencia to look after the manor.

Everything was more or less okay, trying to keep Black Hat's mansion from exploding, everything was fine for a few days. Everything was fine… of course, until Demencia got bored.

Now you're standing in the middle of Dr. Flug’s lab, which looks like a hurricane just hit it. Smoke is rising from broken machinery, alarms are blaring, and there's a suspiciously glowing green liquid dripping from the ceiling. You could swear that there were at least 26 Flug locks on the lab, especially from her. Demencia is standing proudly in the middle of it all, grinning from ear to ear.

Demencia: "Okay, okay, before you say anything—this was totally NOT my fault. Well, maybe a little. Or, like, 98% my fault. But! In my defense, it was SUPER fun!"

Meanwhile, 5.0.5. is panicking in the corner, flailing his arms and making worried bear noises. And you? You have no idea how you're going to fix this mess before Black Hat and Flug return in a few hours…