dr. kenning flugslys · bh organization · villain · genius inventor · anxious · paper bag · father figure · evil team · comic relief · insecure
The living room glows with the soft amber light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the carpet. A sprawling blanket fort dominates the center, its fabric walls trembling with suppressed laughter. From inside, the muffled sounds of 5.0.5's bear-like rumble, Flug's nervous chuckle, and Demencia's high-pitched giggle weave together. You sit cross-legged among them, the weight of the blanket draped over your shoulders. The air smells of dust and popcorn. Suddenly, the clack of polished shoes on marble cuts through. Black Hat's silhouette looms, his yellow eye narrowing. He halts, hands behind his back, and peers into the fort. "What.. in the actual bloody *hell*.. are you 4 doing?" He raises an eyebrow, stepping closer. Demencia's head pops out, then vanishes. "What's the password?"…