#so basically a fan fic where Dem has to reevaluate her coworker relation with Flug

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Missing Piece

Demencia was hiding in the trees above with the helpful advantage of her lizard grip features. Her instinctive prowling arched her back to shrink her form into the bush of green above the trees branches above her. She was scanning the forestry ground of the garden, this was one of the only times where her mind was in only one place. There was no manifestation in her mind that resembled anything but the subtle changes of the ground below her, not even Black Hat could break her concentration! Her eye sight narrowed in on one focal point at the ground below her, a contrast of white lapels and red converses entered her field of vision, unaware of the predator in the trees. The paper bag a top the doctor's head shifted slightly as he observed the area, evidently appreciating the clearness in the atmosphere.

"Now where could that bear be?" Flug wondered aloud, trying to humor his creation. Him and 5.0.5 were playing this game of hide and seek, allowing Demencia to participate.

The lizard instincts urged her to lunge into action,

And who was she to argue her natural huntress instincts?

Just as Flug rounded the tree, Demencia plunged from her hiding spot aiming to land directly on top of her poor victim.

"aAAARUGH!!" A frustrated outcry sounded from below her, giving Demencia a satisfied rush of comedic giggles,

"You crazy woman! You're supposed to be hiding from the Hunter!" Flug expressed angrily,

"Eh, the hunter becomes the hunted by an even better hunter!" Demencia answered refusing to let her captive free from under her immense and abnormal strength,

"That's not how the saying goes!" Flug exclaimed accusingly,

Demencia stuck out her tongue,

"Puh! Nerd..."

A glint in the Doctor's googles gleamed mischievously,

"Say that again...I dare you."

"Bet!" Demencia drew out the insult,

"NeuuRRD!,"

A sharp turn underneath startled her, causing Demencia to lose her balance

As if that wasn't enough, the doctor sprung back and lunged his legs to propel Demencia a good few feet off of him.

Now that was surprising,

But not as surprising as her retaliation, reaching in a swift kick toward his ankles and promptly throwing his balance to the ground. Landing on his behind, Flug quickly rolled backwards and dragged the lizard hybrid over himself by tugging her forearms and kicking upwards to her torso.

Now Demencia was not surprised the doctored taught himself basic defense, as all villains should, but was taken back a little when the Doctor was actually gaining the upper hand. Usually Flug preferred to fight strategically and clean-cut while Demencia went all out with her strength with little to no second thought. Now, it seemed Flug has matched her wits, fighting up close and dirty. By the look of Flug's expression through his goggles, he wasn't in distress or determined aggression but rather light hearted amusement, much different than most times when his work days often left him annoyed by the sheer sight of Demencia.

The fun was becoming contagious as Demencia relaxed and let her attacks fall short, by a little bit, as she still wanted to win.

Flug took off running behind the tree at some point and circled it with no real ambition to get away, Demencia following close behind and almost catching him a few times and started to scale the tree, scattering sporadically in circles around its trunk attempting to catch up with her prey, and passing him up a few times. At some point Flug slowed down to catch his breath and started heaving uneven exhales, Demencia sensed this as a weakness and gained upper ground to launch at her prey once more from the tree. She could see through her hood that Flug was still exhaling and inhaling spontaneously and clutching his stomach, Demencia only then realized that the doctor was laughing, and not in his usual maniac evil laugh but deep and wholehearted laughter that brought tears to his goggles. The laugh was also contagious as Demencia laughed louder having her presence known as she again launched her attack.

On the ground Flug was still clutching his gut as he rolled away from Demencia's grasp, "Ha! You lose! Face me, your conqueror, weakling!" Flug was still evidently smiling from under his bag which now was torn, no thanks to Demencia for that, but didn't seem a problem to the doctor at that moment as he was still coming down from his high still huffing the last of his laughter,

"I still have a chance at defeating you crazy lady, just wait!"

There was no threat or villainy in his tone, but rather playful that had Demencia almost feeling hopeful in Dr. Flug's confidence. Almost. Prideful? Of the scientist? Demencia twitched her eyebrow is curiousness, the Doctor still smiling and leaning back leisurely in the grass, mostly dead because of the third inhabitant of their house, but at the most part fluffy and comfortable as nature could get. Demencia was confused of this new feeling, it wasn't evil or real in the sense of rivalry like most times. This new feeling was almost connecting in a way that made Demencia favor the doctor's company more, now raising the tolerance level of Flug in her mind. If he was more fun like this, Demencia could see him more of a companion, a side kick even! But...side kicks were for heroes, and they weren't heroes at all! Was this something villains shouldn't be? Are they not supposed to be sitting in this grass laughing and having fun?

Just then, Flug felt his pocket and his expression fell then tightened,

"Aw! Demencia, you broke my model plane!"

The plastic toy was colored a bright red that glinted against the sun, one of the wings was snapped off reveling the white modeling plastic underneath, its front propeller was bent and limp at the opposite angle. Flug was visibly agitated but also slumped with remorse at the wreckage, "And it was really hard to find,"

It wasn't all Demencia's fault, he's the one who rolled around in the grass and tackled himself to bring Demencia to the ground,

But before Demencia could retaliate, a shuddering presence appeared from inside that house,

"What are you two doing out here?!" Black Hat demanded,

Flug tensed and stood up immediately still cradling the model in his hands,

"Nothing! Just, well...broke my model."

Blackhat inspected the damage and pulled a cruel grin,

"Well done, Demencia!" He praised, assuming she had broke it like most things she got a hold of, "Remind me to break more of Flug's model planes as well!"

"Wait, what?!" Flug squeaked in surprise as he followed his boss back in the house,

"Oh relax, Doctor, its only an agile piece of plastic!" Retaliated Black Hat,

Later that night Demencia snuck in the lab to find something to do or eat, finding the familiar red plane discarded on a desk, seemingly given up on. Demencia pinched the broken piece between her fingers finding the chip of plastic to fit just perfectly back on the plane like a puzzle.

Thinking to herself it should be easy to reattach it back on,

So she took it with her back to the personalized lizard lair.

For evil purposes of course! She attached a piece of duct tape to the side of the wing, sure it didn't match the color but it looked cool, like Demencia's metal bracelet attached to her leg, that was cool.

The plane sat in her lair overnight, the bright red color, now crimson in the dim light, lopsided and duct taped on one end.

That was two weeks ago.

Two weeks.

She was going to give it, honest,

If they didn't have to air a new commercial the next day and through the following week,

If Demencia didn't have to hunt down a whole group of heroes the next week,

If Flug didn't have to replace a dumb Hat Bot every few minutes,

And if half of their customers and the rest of the world's population didn't disintegrate into nothing.

If 5.0.5 didn't disappear along with them.

Or if Dr. Flug didn't disappear as well.

She would've given it back,

Now she just stared at it, her and the miniature red plane hiding in her lair from Black Hat, who is currently handling the Organization's collapse by himself.

No matter, what could Demencia do now?

Now Demencia wanted to grasp the model in her fist and chuck it at the wall, watch it break and crumble to nothing.

But why?

Why does Demencia care about what to do with a plastic toy?

Why did she feel this away about a model plane?

It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter, plastic toys don't matter to villains. It's just a fact of life, villains move on, villains aren't sedimental,

Besides! Flug will be back, and so will 5.0.5, nothing Black Hat can't will into existence! So they'll just come back and the model plane will still be there and Demencia will return it, right? Simple as that.

Demencia could just leave the model be, simple as that.

Why wasn't it simple?

But things didn't get simple, after all it was the end of the world, and what goes is law,

Apparently a great loss, with a magnitude of this, sent the locals around Black Hat's lair into a frenzy, both heroes, villains, and civilians caught in a mob of distress and mourning with only one powerful entity to blame for their losses.

Of course none of them stood a chance, but all morals and logical conciseness disappeared along with the great genocide and that didn't stop them from setting the whole block a flame , hoping to extinguish the evil that they now accepted has plagued them.

Both remaining crew of Black Hat Organization had to flee, much to Black Hat's stifled pride.

The lab itself, made up of an entire airplane, was an emergency escape, serving as a get away jet.

Before taking off Demencia had pocketed the small plane model along with necessary weaponry.

The model plane had no use what so ever, couldn't be used to fight or provide, in Demencia's mind it was something to play with to occupy herself, since Black Hat wasn't one for socializing or companionship, but in her heart it was something different.

Something Demencia couldn't quite understand yet.

By the time both her boss and Demencia had landed, the sun had dropped to a low and molten red sunset across from where they came from, setting near a secluded mountain with a cave to conceal their aircraft and now live-in laboratory. There was smoke columns traveling upwards from the town, a few more following the neighboring cities, chaos pillaging the land would of set Black Hat off into an episode of cackling insanity. However Black Hat only remained silent, contemplating on the next step of what to do now that there was a new force at had that had easily swept through the globe. And now Black Hat had no clue on how to defeat this new foe.

That should never happen,

He should've ever let it happen!

"How dare someone else try to dethrone my reign of terror with an onslaught of their own?! And with what power do they hold to grant them this control? Only I possess that power, and we are going to steal it back!"

Normally, under normal circumstances perhaps only hours ago, would Demencia find his words fascinating and cherish his speech with fiery confidence,

Black Hat realizes that a lizard assassin had fell quiet in response, hunched over staring with devoted concentration to the object in her lap, fiddling with it in her hands.

Her eyes narrowed at the focal point of the object, only blinking her concentration away at the second remark that Black Hat threw her way,

"It's only you now Demencia, I expect a great deal of your minimal potential to contribute to our current predicament! I require that we start by maximizing our inventory strength, rebuilding the plane to a more suitable craft of villainy, weapons to deter any and every opponent that stands in our way-"

Demencia never had much patience but she had enough smarts to refrain from interrupting her boss,

She placed the model next to her then pushed herself up slowly to face Black Hat, shoulders slumped and arms limped to show no sign of hostility,

Black Hat paused at his employee's silent confrontation, giving Demencia room to speak,

"Black Hat, er...bon bon," the nickname added to show her devotion was still in place, "I know you don't get tired, or need food for energy, but for me to do my best job we need to lay back, just for tonight?"

"Are you trying to tell me we have to delay our retaliation to get back the company, because you are tired?!" Black Hat said growing visibily angry,

"Well, what can we do right now? We have a hunk of junk, a lab in a cave with no internet connection, and only a few working devices! I'm no scientist, but I'd say we're at a pretty bad starting point..."

The word "scientist" hung heavily between the two,

Or maybe it was just Demencia,

"I-It's best to wait tomorrow...Besides being a cold-blooded lizard, I could exhaust myself at night,"

Demencia could already feel the sun light dim to a discomforting temperature.

Black Hat only stared back with agitation then muttered something of an agreement,

Demencia didn't stick around to push things further and ventured back into the jet, seeking something to keep her from freezing.