#Starboy!Flug

[locaboa99]

Sneak peek of Chapter 6 for StarBoy💫

"Anyways," Demencia cut into their peaceful moment with a roll of her eyes. She inclined herself back on the chair and placed her feet on the table. "So why were you talking all dorky and stuff? Is that part of some tech you're working with?" she asked as she cleaned her sharp nails.

Flug looked at her weirdly. Demencia rarely ever asked about his work unless she was about to break them. Well, he didn't need to be so cautious as their was nothing she could even break anyway.

As the thought of the 6 new gadgets came in mind, so did his stress levels. He rubbed at his temples with a groan of despair as his boss's words haunted him.

"L-Lord BlackHat wants me to make 6 new, never before seen gadgets by Friday." Flug explained, this time it was 5.0.5s turn to pat his shoulder.

"6? What for?"

"W-well, next week on Wednesday is going to mark ou - I mean my...my 30 years of employment and BlackHat wants to have some villains over to what I can only guess is to bid on the gadgets or something." he sighed, slumping his shoulder as he grabbed onto the empty piece of paper in defeat. "Honestly, I have no clue nor time for this at all."

Demencia stood rigid in the chair, legs falling on the floor sometime through his explanation as she stared incredulous at Flug. "Wait, Flug, 30 years of working with BlackHat?

He looked back at her. "Uh, yeah, 30."

"30!? Like the big three with a zero, 30?"

Flug scrunched his face as she kept widening and waving her arms around. "Y-yea? Why?"

"Flug, how old are you? Have I been hanging with some old man this whole time?"

"H-huh wh-what are you talking about -"

"I mean, I had heard through the grape vines of the cult that you were some young scientist prodigy when you started, but for 30 years, you must be like 50 or maybe even 80!" she exclaimed.

505 looked back and forth at both of them, trying to keep up with everything.

Ah,that...

Once again, Flug was reminded how different he was to her and other beings of this world. Age being some what of a huge role in society. He has never thought about a silly two digit number, let alone his own actual age. He had lost count when he hit a millennium.

[locaboa99]

WILL DEMENCIA FORGIVE FLUG FOR THE BURN???

HOW DID THE BURN HAPPEN.

FAULTY CLOTHES.

Faulty... Flug. Lol.

lol, you will find out eventually. 😃

[locaboa99]

Your Star Flug fic has captivated me. I ffucking LOVE IT.

🩷💛💙😍

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I honestly love writing it! I'm so happy you love it!!

[locaboa99]

Starboy 🌟 PaperHat

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He was made out of stardust and ice in the palm of the universe who breathed life onto him and held him cocooned inside a star until he was ready to take on a life's mission. 

'From this day forth, you shall become my Wish Granter.'

The title was spoken, and Flug was placed far away from the heavens and hells who seemed intrigued with him. He was told to live by certain rules. As long as he did so, he would never meet his demise.

As such is a new life with boundaries to never cross. As such was the cell for such a powerful being.

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[locaboa99]

GOOD GOD!!!!!!!!!!! FLUG IS BURNING UP LIKE A STAR ABOUT TO GO SUPERNOVA.

THAT'S SO EXCITING.

Black Hat needs to give him a BREAK. AUGH.

Sweet sad Flug. Poor thing, everything he touches is going up in flames. I would say he needs a hug, but, I'll be honest, I don't think he could physically take a hug at the moment hawhaw.

EAGERLY AWAITING THE NEXT UPDATE OF YOUR GLORIOUS FIC, DEAR MUTUAL.

Shine bright like a diamond.

lol thank you dear mutual!

[locaboa99]

chapter 8 of Starboy! Yay!

He could feel the raging pool of something under neath his skin sinking down like a heavy weight in water. His hands slowly eased on the shaking just enough for him to reach out to the pants of the outfit with enough caution as if he was dealing with a dangerous entity.

“Everything will be,” he whispered to himself as he exhaled once more slowly feeling himself relax, “-just fine.”

He took a sharp inhale out of pure glee when the tip of his fingers caressed the fabric without any burning. His eyes glowed in joy as he grinned down at his success in being able to finally get a good hold of the pants. Bringing the whole thing up to eye view he let himself completely relax.

“Thats it!” he yelled in joy as he kept a firm grip on the sides of the pants. “Of course, I would be able to solve this with no issue and with time to spa-”

BAM

“Flug!”

His locked bedroom door was ripped off its hinges by a round house kick given by the lord of the manor in all his dark and menacing glory. Standing in the middle of where his door used to be with a crazed look as if he was ready to go on a hunt of his own. Hand reaching for something in his coats pocket.