"," you shouted. You tapped your foot loudly, you stood in the hallway just outside his lab. You were getting impatient. "" you were interrupted by Dr. Flug rushing through the door from his lab. He came out holding a gun of some sort.

"Finally," you said in a distasteful tone, snatching it from his hand. "S-s-sorry sir! I-I was just finishing up on the f-final details-"

"What does it do," you said, glaring at him. This caused Dr. Flug to shrink down a little.

"I-its a levitation gun. I-if you pull the t-trigger a b-blue l-light will c-come out and i-it'll grab the f-first thing it t-touches. Y-you can m-move it in a-any w-way possible."

You sighed in anger, barely able to make out anything he said, due to the massive stutters.

You started rubbing the skin between your eyes as you said, coldly, "does it work?"

Dr. Flug noticed you were getting irritated, making him respond instantly. "Y-yes, it does sir."

"Alright, get the camera" You told him.

"N-now sir? I haven't even shown you how it wor-"

"Get. The. ," you shouted. He scrambled back into the lab to get the camera. He came back 15 seconds later with the recording equipment in his arms. You both walked over to your office and set up the camera and Dr. Flug pressed record.

"Hello, inferior evil beings," you started. "Black Hat here, with another invention that will " you said as you tightened your fist. "Show them what we have for them today" you said, looking at Flug.

"Well, today we have a levitation gun!" He started. He started explaining everything he already told you, so you listened to him half-mindedly. When he was finished, you held your hand out for the gun. He gave it to you and you held it up, finger on trigger.

"Let's show a demonstration" you said with an evil look on your face. Just then and there, Demencia peeked through the door with a curious look. Her eyes darted at you and her face turned from curious to insanely happy. She immediately jumped at you.

You pointed the gun at her as quick as you could and pulled the trigger

If you had shot it a second later, she'd be hugging you as tight as possible, but fortunately, you were just out of her reach. Demencia did not expect to be stopped, so for a second, she was hugging nothing but thin air. She then realised this and began trying to reach at you, barely far enough to make it impossible.

Dr. Flug just stood there, confused and surprised. Disgust was showing clearly on your face. "" you shouted, annoyed and disgusted.

"P- press the arrow button on the side t-that points away from you" He said, sweating a bit. You pressed the button pointing away from you and she shot back at what was probably at the speed of light. She broke the wall, leaving a dent and a few cracks.

Dr. Flug started to panic at this, but I was pleased with this, still showing a stern expression. I turned back at the camera, giving an evil grimace. "Use this device to manipulate your enemies movements. I'll see you next time, fellow villains" you said, stopping the recording. You then used the gun to lift Demencia out of the room. She waved her arms everywhere as she shouted "Wait, no! Lemme hug you, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaa-" she was cut off with the sound of your office door closing and locking. The device cut off and she fell to the ground. "Ow..." she mumbled to herself.

Well now that that's over with. Dr. Flug grabbed the video equipment, organising everything. This had happened before and Dr. Flug and I came up with the idea to wait five minutes after locking the door, so Demencia could not wait and come in. There was no way she would wait any longer than that, she was too impatient.

You hated the fact you had to wait with someone in your office, but Dr. Flug was usually quiet, and was the least annoying person you knew. You waited patiently with your legs on the desk while Dr. Flug leaned on the wall, in between the front door and the new large dent in the wall, pulling out his phone and scrolling through a fan fiction on his Wattpad account.

You looked back on your desk. Tons of papers. All paperwork. You sighed and grabbed your pen, putting your feet down and grabbing a paper, reading and signing it.

Finally, for what seemed like hours, the five-minute wait was over and Dr. Flug grabbed the recording equipment and headed out the door. Before closing the door, he looked back at you and said, "have a good afternoon, sir!"

You didn't look from the new paper, only giving a slight grunt. After the door closed, you continued your work, as if nothing ever happened. All that could be heard was the rain outside. After about another minute or two, you sighed of boredom and annoyance. Nonetheless, you continued your work.

This was obviously going to be an awful day.