//Your POV//

I was getting dressed in my room.

I put on a NASA crop top and blue denim shorts.

I put my hair into two side buns (if you can) and put on some lip balm since my lips were chapped.

It was a sunny day, hot and humid.

I slipped on my checkered Vans slip-on-shoes and locked my hotel room with my keycard.

Once I was outside, I walked down the street.

As I was walking down the street, I caught a glimpse of a certain, bag-wearing, man.

Flug was outside a grocery store, struggling to carry two, large bags.

'Forgot we're right around the corner from Evil Street..'

I ran up him and caught one of the bags before it fell to the ground.

"Oh Thank you so m-much, Ms. L/n!" Flug thanked me, seeming happy that I helped him.

"No problem. What's up? Also, you can just call me Y/n," I hugged the bag to my chest.

"Grocery Duty. Not my thing but I-I got to follow orders."

"Chin up, there's always worse jobs. You could be scrubbing toilets," I tried to reassure him.

"505 is on that today," He looked over and noticed me following him, carrying the bag, "Y-You don't have to-"

"I got it. Don't want to squish the bread if you drop it again!" I laughed.

'That wasn't funny..'

To my surprise, he chuckled, blush sprinkled on his...bag, somehow, "Jefe would kill me!"

I saw him tremble at the word, "Jefe", which I think means boss.

"You're...really scared of him, aren't you?"

"..Y-Yeah. It's hard having your boss monitor you 24/7 and remain c-calm. Especially when he could break your neck in the s-snap of a finger," He stuttered.

We reached the front of the manor.

"I guess talking made walking feel faster," I smiled, changing the subject.

"D-Definitely made it less lonely. Th-Thanks."

"Your welcome."

"Want to, uh, come in?" He offered.

"I shouldn't. You probably have work to do and your boss wouldn't appreciate it if I was there, thanks though."

"Well, I'm actually off today. M-Maybe we can go to brunch? Go to the mall, maybe. I j-just want to get out of here, ya know?"

"Alright, sounds like a plan," I nodded, handing him the bag.

I watched him turn off the defenses and walk into the house.

I stood outside the gate, arms crossed.

"Demencia, no!" I heard Flug's distant voice from inside the manor.

Out came running a girl who looked 16 (maybe 17), her skin a pale white, bangs that are hot pink and the rest of her hair green in a ponytail.

On her head was a hood with eyes and horns, that resembled a lizard.

She had a ripped stripped sleeve and half-a-legging that were brown and dark magenta.

A navy blue vest, a black skirt, unlabeled, mismatching high top sneakers and a metal tracker(?) around her ankle.

She ran to me on all fours and jumped on top of me, causing me to fall to the ground, with an "oof!"

"Wow! Another girl! Wanna be friends!Besties?!" She rambled, her sharp, yellow teeth forming to a smile.

"Uhhh...sure?" I did a fake smile, not wanting to see what would happen if I said no.

She hopped off me and landed on her feet in one motion.

"Awesome!" She licked and held out her hand, "My name's Demencia! Servant and future wife of Black Hat!"

I winced at her hand, covered in drool.

I pulled out a napkin I had stuffed in my pocket and shook her hand with it, "Y/n L/n, journalist."

She slapped her other hand against mine, sandwiching it.

I felt that her other hand was slimy and warm.

'Thank god I got my tetanus shot already..'

Then came a blue bear with a single flower growing on its head, with an adorable, confused look on its head.

Finally came Flug, panting and pointing his finger up.

"Y-Y/n *huff* I'm so s-sorry *wheeze* as you probably know, that's Demencia," He pointed to the bear, "And that's 505."

505 did a little wave and I waved back.

"Guys, this is Y-Y/n. We were j-just about to go out to brunch," Flug introduced me.

"I know bag-head!" Demencia scoffed, "Hey Y/n, since we're totally besties now, can I come?"

505 raised their arm and waved it, indicating that they wanted to come too.

"N-No, guys, it'd b-be too much," Flug denied them.

"No, it's okay. I think we should let them," I spoke up.

Demencia's face lit up and 505 squeezed me into a hug.

"*sigh* Alright," Sighed Flug.

We all began walking down the sidewalk.

"Think your boss would care?" I asked Flug.

"Probably but don't worry a-about it."

"Do they get out much?" I looked at Demencia, who was trying to eat grass off someone's lawn across the street and 505 admiring a butterfly.

"No, n-not really. I made them b-b-both in my lab so that's a good reason why."

"Ah. Of course."

505's stomach made a loud growl.

"Well, any ideas for food?" I laughed, patting they're head.

"Pizza!" Suggested Demencia.

505 did a motion of eating a sandwich.

"I usually eat salad," Shrugged Flug.

"M'kay....how about a diner? They probably have all of that," I suggested.

"That w-works," Flug nodded.

"Win-Win!" Cheered Dem (my new nickname for her).

I took Flug's hand, earning a blush from him.

"Then let's go!"