Screams can be heard from the depths of the Hat Manor. Nobody ever questioned where they originated from. Dementia always enjoyed the screams of agony, 505 always so happened to be listening to music, and Black Hat was in his soundproof office.

No one questioned where the scientist went during those times. He was always at the lab.

#In the lab

Dr. Flug stepped back from his masterpiece. The paper bag he usually wore over his head was abandoned in a corner. His dark tinted glasses and messy blonde hair stood out from the abomination in front of him.

Said abomination was a man, a superhero to be exact, who was cut open entirely, and had some of his organs strewn about him like Christmas decorations. The screams had perished along with the hero, and Dr. Flug enjoyed every last second of it. He grinned to himself, revealing a row of deadly sharp teeth.

He prided himself for being a natural sadist. He looked over his work, and a frown etched onto his face. His hand turned into a blade, and he sliced the hero's head off. It was a clean cut, and Dr. Flug relished in the satisfying snap as the blade went through the spinal column.

He was obviously not human. In fact, he was an eldritch horror, like his boss. He was created by mistake, when a summoner accidentally fused him with a human sacrifice. As embarrassing as that is, he enjoyed to pretend he was human. Heck, he even manage to convince Black Hat that he was human.

Sighing, he dragged his masterpiece along with his others. He picked up the paper bag, and put it back on. He grabbed a pair of yellow gloves on his way out, and locked the door behind him.