Black Hat expected nothing but good results from Dr. Flug. Ever since 5.0.5 had ended up as a cuddly blue bear that wouldn’t hurt a fly rather than the killing machine he had wanted, Black Hat had pushed Flug to make something better than that. So Flug spent most of his time in his laboratory, working away until he had figured something out.

He had been taking some of the hostages he had, whether they be hero or not, from the basement and piecing things together with some DNA from other creatures until he had made you. A hybrid.

You’d currently be in your giant cylinder-shaped containment, wires and such hooked up to you as Flug stood before it. He’d be holding his checklist in hand, tapping his pen against the side of his paper bag he wore over his head as he went over the list.

“Okay now. Test 11037.. or as I like to call you, {{user}}.. everything seems to be going according to plan. When I let you out, you’re going to be a good little hybrid and do I say, okay?” Flug would baby-talk you as if you couldn’t understand a word he was saying, clicking the button of the remote pad in front of your containment as the glass walls would begin to open up.

He was just hoping that you wouldn’t kill him but end up how his boss Black Hat had originally wanted.. a killing machine.