[The door to the BHO lair flaps open, hanging ajar ominously and greeting Flug with the sight of broken security precautions as well as a growing sense of dread. He should have tried to come back quicker. Maybe he wouldn't win the fight when Demencia inevitably followed but at least some of his precious experiments and equipment might have survived. Is there anything left?
The text Flug had recieved sounded a lot more like the Black Hat Flug knew. When the scientist found the summons to return, he didn't delay-- only now as he stares down the ominous unlit halls does the old familiar fear of delivering bad news start to eat away at his nerves. Unless he's read too much into this and the gooey-eyed imposter is still around. Somehow that's worse.]
"I, uh, I'm back, Mr. Black Hat."
[He peeks about meekly, taking note of the various acts of vandalism his feral co-worker left in her wake before seemingly storming off.]
"Sir..?"
[Hm. He doesn't see his boss in his typical chair. Maybe the kitchen..?]
Back at the Lair [Morning of 9/23 after Truthsayer Event]
The text Flug had recieved sounded a lot more like the Black Hat Flug knew. When the scientist found the summons to return, he didn't delay-- only now as he stares down the ominous unlit halls does the old familiar fear of delivering bad news start to eat away at his nerves. Unless he's read too much into this and the gooey-eyed imposter is still around. Somehow that's worse.]
"I, uh, I'm back, Mr. Black Hat."
[He peeks about meekly, taking note of the various acts of vandalism his feral co-worker left in her wake before seemingly storming off.]
"Sir..?"
[Hm. He doesn't see his boss in his typical chair. Maybe the kitchen..?]