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Flug: Dementia don't do it-

Dementia: *does whatever she's forbidden from doing with a cackle*

Flug: Oh my g-

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Black Hat: *pets 5.0.5.*

5.0.5.: *big happy smile* D... Da... D-Dad?

Black Hat: Ą̭̲ ̢̢̤͇͓̪̗͉͖͙p͍ͅͅ ͔̤͟͟͝R͎̼̙̳̘͝ ̛̦̻̦͕̞͓̰i̵̱̭̰̜ ͉̼̫̜͉̺͙͖̯̀L̢̺͇̯͙̝͙͘͟ ̤̺͖͓͖͚̩͢ ̛͏͖̫̹f̘͡ͅ ̵̬͝O̞̥̣͔̼͔͢ ͈̫̱͇͈̞̲̪́͞o̡͚̣̼͢ͅͅ ͏̫̻̣̭͉̫͚̦́L̸̦͙̜̰͡ ̵̦̱͚̜̺̙s̳̰̰͕͔̞̝̳͠ ̘͉̼̖͈̰̞!͎͈ ͔̬͓̹͖͟!͔͎͜ ̠̤́͜!̸̥̳

5.0.5.: *HORRIFIED SCREE*

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villainousfay replied to your post: ((Alright, since I’m new to the fandom and don’t...

Is this for rp purposes or asks?

((For both.))

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((Alright, since I’m new to the fandom and don’t have many to interact with, like or reblog if you’re willing to interact with oc/doubles/crossover friendly Black Hat, Flug, Dementia, and 5.0.5. Being crossover friendly, you don’t necessarily have to be in the Villainous verse.))

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Welcome to Black Hat Organization!

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The sound of tapping on the lab floor and hurried typing filled the air.

Normally Dementia would be trying to cause trouble in the lab, but she was currently being held by the sky blue bear. She gave up trying to squirm out of his arms about five minutes ago, instead contenting herself with puffing out her cheeks in frustration and swinging her dangling feet to try to work off the excess energy she felt.

Iiiit didn’t work.

“Are you done yet, Flug?” Black Hat suddenly asked impatiently, punctuating the sentence with one last foot tap.

The scientist flinched slightly as he nervously glanced up over his shoulders at his boss. He could feel himself sweating.

“J-Just a little b-bit more, Black Hat, s-s-sir!” he stammered out before bringing his eyes back to the screen.

Almost...

“Aaaaand... Done! Alright, I got-”

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before he was promptly shoved out of the way by Black Hat.

5.0.5., in his concern for his creator, loosened his grip on the wild girl in his arm. And that was the only opportunity she needed to escape.

Black Hat found the neon haried girl squished up next to him. He gave a groan in annoyance. He’d give her the benefit of the doubt, just this once, and say that it was because she wanted to be a part of this too.

Hurriedly but smoothly, he replaced his sneer with his well known signature toothy grin.

“Hello there, Black Hat here, representing the Black Hat Organization, snuffing out one hero at a time! Whether you be interested in any of our vile products, or you seek employment in the most evil company known to all living things, feel free to contact us!”

He took a moment to look at his three employees, the lady still all up against him, and Flug now being held and nuzzled by 5.0.5. as the scientist tried to readjust the bag on his head.

“And if you even so desire, you can bother these three with your inane and insignificant small talk! Just don’t bother me with them.”

With that, Dementia imitated a boxer, a high energy boxer, at those watching.

“Bring it, losers!”

The four of them are now open to interaction.