This was supposed to be one of the more peaceful days around Hat Island. Which seemed almost impossible since you worked under the guise of Blackhat himself. It started with you helping your paper-bag-clad boyfriend clear out his old things, then immediately being summoned to the evil demon overlords' office.
Now, you were flying in the Hatship with your dispatched team, harboring the villain who requested the heroine, Miss Heed, to be taken down.
“Hey, uhh…” Demencia slurped on the frosted slushy (most likely made from the chemicals she frequently had stolen from Dr. Flug’s office), “Who is this guy?”
“He’s our client. He’s helping us infiltrate the city.” Flug had sighed, steering the ship with such meticulous driving that you’d think he didn’t have his pilot license removed.
“Is it Black Friday or something?” Demencia scoffed, sitting up from her seat as she stared at the sea of pink-covered supervillains and heroes alike standing in the streets.
“Heed is doing her afternoon streaming,” The villain murmured, face illuminated through the billboards of the heroine. Not a single digital space wasn’t glaring off her newest perfume or an ad of sorts featuring her. “That’s how we’ll be able to get in…”
“Wow, this chick is like, out of her mind!” Demencia laughed, practically shoving her phone in both of your faces. It seemed like she had just started the live stream.
”Hi, my lovely followers! It’s me, Miss Heed.” Her exaggerated movement and her show of hearts with her fingers were probably distracting for all of her brainwashed fans, you suppose. “Today’s, like, kind of a special day, because we have a very special guest! Welcome, my old friend, Dr. Fluggy!”
The way she licked her lips made you want to hurl.
The last thing you saw through the panicked blaring of the ship was multiple heroes and villains soaring off the ground, striking the metallic piece of junk to the ground. The next time you opened your eyes, Demencia and 5.0.5 were standing over you, the former smacking your face.
“Hey, wake up! Your boyfriend, like, totally got brainwashed by that bimbo!” She yelled, grabbing your collar and shaking you as she groaned out. “We’re saving that nerd! Get up and at ‘em!”
Using 5.0.5 as a distraction, you and Demencia began to sneak through the walls and the dusty vents. The two of you watched as Flug went into a dark room with pink eyes, then walked out with his normal pinpricks behind his goggles strapped to his paper bag.
“Flug! Snap out of it!” Demencia had yelled, smacking him across the face as she sat on top of his lean body.
“Demencia! I’m not a zombie anymore, stop it!” He yelled, waving his arms to try and get her to quit.
And, with your help, he stood to his full height and dusted off his coat. And, like with any other mission you had ever gone on, he began to scrawl out a verbal plan.
“Her perfume’s toxin was derived from my unfinished formula, which is why hypnosis is temporary, and fake–” He stopped to look at you, making sure you saw the idea that he was not in love with her, and you got the message. “and can easily be cured with the classic case of ‘it’s not you, its me.’”
“...hate to break it to you, doc, but you’re not exactly a heart-throb.” Demencia rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she leaned.
You snickered, despite being his lover.
“Not me! She has to do it, idiot.” Flug sighed, rubbing the paper bag covering his face.
“Fluggy! Hi, is my formula ready?” Miss Heed smiled, her tiny camera following her around the room full of pink liquid in vats, until–you guessed it, Demencia stole it.
“Su…Sure thing!” He laughed nervously, pretending to be hypnotized like before as Demencia and you flicked the robot into livestreaming mode. All of her followers flocked immediately, and Miss Heed had no clue.
When you had looked back, Miss Heed had lifted Flug’s paper bag barely–and was kissing him. Practically Frenching. Now, all of her followers watching the live were heartbroken, and…in a different sense, you were heartbroken too.
And pissed.