[He did this. Black Hat did this, and he was an idiot. He knows the thing can't judge, has no sentience to speak of, but the way it simply exists there, quietly undulating and tying tiny knots in his stomach, drives him to action. Black Hat reaches to the top of the bed and grabs a pillow.
He throws it at the reality break, catching the top of it. It seems to stick, for just a moment, before the pillow continues its trajectory with a part of Jammingway clinging to it.
It stretches again, as if trying to pull Flug's motionless form along with it, before a ripple runs across it and it pops free, merrily being carried towards the wall by the hurled pillow.
There's nothing to be done, though. The only option forward is to hide this event from all prying eyes, cover for Flug's apparent absence should the need arise, and await the Fog's return to reinstate Flug's soul into his body. A simple plan, one with an easy execution that lasts only a day before the first hiccup arrives in the form of an inquisitive little robot, and is put on hold entirely when a strange dust sweeps into the lair a few days later, and Black Hat himself joins the slump, limply sagged in his favored armchair, mind elsewhere entirely. Some place fair. Well, not entirely.]
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He throws it at the reality break, catching the top of it. It seems to stick, for just a moment, before the pillow continues its trajectory with a part of Jammingway clinging to it.
It stretches again, as if trying to pull Flug's motionless form along with it, before a ripple runs across it and it pops free, merrily being carried towards the wall by the hurled pillow.
There's nothing to be done, though. The only option forward is to hide this event from all prying eyes, cover for Flug's apparent absence should the need arise, and await the Fog's return to reinstate Flug's soul into his body. A simple plan, one with an easy execution that lasts only a day before the first hiccup arrives in the form of an inquisitive little robot, and is put on hold entirely when a strange dust sweeps into the lair a few days later, and Black Hat himself joins the slump, limply sagged in his favored armchair, mind elsewhere entirely. Some place fair. Well, not entirely.]