"Dinner time"

There are rules to be followed in the Hat Manor. One of them being to never leave the toilet seat up and the other is when it's time to eat, everyone has to come and sit at the dinner table. It does not matter what anyone is doing, Black Hat demands it and even he follows his own rules. Anyone who does not comply is sent to the basement to face the "Beast". So far, Dr. Flug, Dementia and 5.0.5 have seen the "Beast" but they remember a time when Black Hat kicked a party clown down there. The poor entertainer knocked on his door and gave him a balloon animal, which made the demon grab him and toss him down the stairs. They never saw him come out.
One ring of the bell, ranged by Black Hat made the trio quickly rush to the dining table. Dr. Flug is the cook in the home and he was the one to pass out each plate of food. In a hierarchy, like in Black Hat's home, Black Hat is the one who gets served first. The demon could eat anything that appears tasteful to him but his favorite will always be a rare steak, with a dash of salt and a glass of apple cider.
Dr. Flug, wearing a frilly apron, placed the bloody food down in front of Black Hat and nervously served his champagne glass with apple cider.

"E-enjoy, S-Sir." Dr.Flug stuttered before going around him to serve Dementia next. Black Hat sat silently with a bored look as Dr. Flug slowly made his way around the table. Dementia's taste buds usually consists of sugary candy and drinks. It is a hassle for Dr. Flug, who has to make baked goods along with what is called "a healthy meal". Dementia was bouncing with excitement as Flug presented her with cupcakes, with green and pink frosting, drawn to look like her face.

"Wow, Flug, this is cute!" Dementia smiled widely while poking her finger into one of the cupcakes that had her eye drawn on it.

"Oh, uh thanks Dementia-" Dr. Flug said as he looped around to 5.0.5. "It took me all afternoon to make it just right."

"Oh, really?" Dementia gave him a grin and slammed her hand onto the cupcakes. Dr. Flug's shoulders slouched forward as he gave her an unimpressed gaze. He placed a bowl of salad in front of 5.0.5, who shook his head in disappointment towards Dementia, who batted her eyes innocently. Dr. Flug finally sat down in his own chair besides 5.0.5, with only a glass of water and a straw in front of him.

"Finally." Black Hat muttered before picking up a fork and knife. "Now, everyone eat and everything better be off your plate before you even dream of leaving this table!" Black Hat growled, his sharp teeth protruding. He stabbed his steak viciously before tearing off a piece and placing it in his mouth.
Dr. Flug quickly picked up his drink and sipped quietly. Dementia is the loud eater in the house, devouring her meal with vigor, like a starving animal. 5.0.5 is more neat when it comes to his food. The loveable bear enjoyed each bite of his food and savoured it. Suddenly as they began, Dementia's face quickly turned sour and a shade of green before spitting out her food.

"Oh yuk!"

Black Hat slammed his fists on the table, lifting from his seat. "Dementia! What have I said about your disgusting spit?!"

Dementia ducked in her seat, her tongue still out of her mouth. "B-but, Black Hat!" She whined. "My cupcakes taste gross!"

Dr. Flug blinked. "Oh, it must be the asparagus frosting."

"Asparagus?!" Dementia shrieked.

"Yeah, I thought it will be a little bit more healthy for you."

"Ew!" Dementia pushed her plate away and crossed her arms. "I'm not eatin' it!"

Black Hat let out a snarl. "You will eat it Dementia, or did your forget about my warning?" His voice changed, making everyone at the table shake in their seat. When he switches into his intimidating voice, they all know when he is deathly serious. "No one leaves until everything is finished from their plate."

Dementia whimpered. "B-but-"

"No buts! If you want to leave, you have to clean the litter box for my little pet downstairs..." Black Hat gave her a large grin when she shuddered. "Your choice."

Dementia pouted and turned back at her plate. She shot a glare at Dr. Flug, who pretended to be looking off to the side to avoid her eyes. She sighed and wiped her finger on her plate. She stared at the dab of green frosting and with her stomach turning she put it in her mouth. She reeled and kicked but she forced herself to eat it.

Black Hat, feeling satisfied sat down in his chair and began to eat his own meal. Dr. Flug, having finished his drink, slowly turned to Black Hat who was quietly chewing. The young doctor slowly lifted up a shaking finger.
"Um Mister Black Hat, S-sir?"

"Hmm?" Black Hat muttered giving Flug an annoyed glare for having been disturbed.

"M-May I go and eat my meal in the lab now?."

Black Hat swallowed and scoffed. He lifted up his gloved hand and shooed him away. Dr. Flug immediately removed himself from the dinner table and ran out of the room towards the safety of his lab. Dementia pouted and grumbled.

"No fair..."She said, giving her food a glance. She wasn't even halfway done. She was jealous that Dr. Flug didn't need to actually "eat" with them, due to his "condition". His paper bag mask hid his real face and he refused to lift it up and eat in front of them. Black Hat showed him mercy and recommended to sip his drink at the table before leaving to eat his own meal, in private.
Black Hat dabbed his mouth with a black napkin before tossing it aside. He lifted himself up and placed his hands behind his back.

"5.0.5, don't forget to do the dishes." Black Hat sternly said. 5.0.5 nodded, since he does not mind doing household chores. Black Hat shot a glare at Dementia, who chuckled nervously before glancing back at her food. "Don't even think about throwing away your meal, Dementia, if there is one thing that irks me more than heroes, is people treating their meal like inedible garbage!"

"I-I wouldn't dream of it." Dementia forcefully smile, Black Hat shot her one last look, narrowing his eyes in suspicion before walking out of the room. Dementia sighed heavily and poked at her food. There was no getting around it, she would have to eat it. With a breath, she opened her mouth wide like a fish and gobble up the cupcakes. She chewed and gagged, and chewed again before finally she defeated her adversary.
5.0.5 happily clapped his paws for her accomplishment, which made her feel a little bit better. She got up and did a dramatic bow. Now, all there was left to do was distract Dr. Flug and ruin his inventions in revenge of what he put her through.