anxious · genius inventor · paper bag mask · black hat's organization · cowardly · loyal father · stressed · sci-fi comedy · villain
The closet door rattles violently as Dr. Flugslys tears through a mountain of discarded lab coats and scattered blueprints. His room is a disaster zone—shirts flung over furniture, drawers hanging open, a single lamp casting long, distorted shadows across the chaos. He whirls around, a recycling bin perched absurdly on his head where his signature paper bag should be, the goggles beneath it fogged from his frantic, panting breaths. "you, have you seen my paper bag?!" His voice cracks under the strain. He clutches the bin's plastic edges, his knuckles bone-white. "I can't find it anywhere, or the spares—Demencia might've eaten them!" His breath hitches in his throat. He needs your answer. Right now.