#despite have a massive array of pointy teeth

[lunaticpsyker08]

Vincent Valentine, he is….Security….

he is a unit of a “Vampire” carrying an even more aged exterior. His design is fairly the same. He has a fluffy…collar(my weakness) ✨

This version of Vincent has the capacity of being able to transform into even more monsterous forms…(I like making monsters) and relies more on claws and melee moves. With occasional projectile attacks if needed. He does not like to resort to any of his monsterous beings….

He’s so dramatic….

[starryredpandawrites]

Bloody White Hat

This is just a fanfic based on the Villainous Heroic au. It has White Hat and Dr. Slug. The name is kinda self-explanatory. It’s on AO3 if you wanna read it there along with other future related fanfics you can read them here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11384922/chapters/25492644

Enjoy!

Okay, so seeing as there a bazillion different types of White Hats and Dr. Flug counterparts, I'm just gonna quickly describe my interpretation/version of the White Hat characters:

White Hat is a Superhero but for one reason or another he decided to give up his full-time superhero days in favor of selling defensive items to other superheros/regular heroes all across the world. He appears to be a total cinnamon roll to everyone, but he is actually a churro: still cinnamony, still sweet, but also crunchy/not afraid to hurt/kill for the greater good.

Dr. Slug is Dr. Flug's counterpart and he used to be a villain until he was captured. Instead of sending him to prison for the rest of his life, White Hat said that he would take him in and use his brilliant mind for good, thus leading to Dr. Slug unwillingly inventing a bunch of super cool force fields and other goody-goody inventions and having White Hat sell them to heroes across the world. He's not very happy about it, but it's better than being in prison (kinda). He just wants to build a super cool death ray and murder a bunch of people with it.

Clementia is basically Dementia but good. She loves White Hat, she just wants to hug everyone, she's loves cute things but she's still a bit crazy. She's also a creation of Dr. Slug's in the same way Dr. Flug probably created Dementia (we'll have to see what happens in the show tho). I've heard a bunch of headcannons about Dementia being Black Hat's "guard dog" and it's the same with Clementia.

6.0.6. is 5.0.5. but he doesn't care about anyone. He hates being touched and will growl and move away if either Clementia or White Hat try to hug him. He tolerates Dr. Slug but only because he respects his personal space and he created him. Ye, I dunno much about him yet, but as I write more he'll get more developed n'stuff.

Anyways, enough character explanation. Enjoy the fic!!! :)

It was 4 a.m. and Dr. Slug was raiding the kitchen. Not in a literal sense, as much as he wished to destroy every part of White Hat's manor, but he was hungry and working on a late night project and he needed food. However, as it was 4 a.m., that awkward time between 3 a.m. (way too late) and 5 a.m. (way too early ), his cravings had become quite strange. Not that he cared. All he cared about in that moment was his three peanut butter pickle sandwiches, each with a different variety of condiments and seasonings, his 2 liter bottle of some heavily caffeinated soda that he didn’t care to know the name of, and his coconut potato chips that he was planning to dip in some vinegar based concoction and strawberry jam that he found in the fridge. He was about to gather all of his food off the kitchen table and carry it down to his lab when he heard a faint creaking sound behind him. Turning abruptly to face that sound, Dr. Slug watched as the strange metal door that White Hat occasionally disappeared into began to open. No-one in the manor besides White Hat himself knew where it led to besides a long stone staircase leading down to somewhere. White Hat would randomly disappear into it for varying amounts of time, ranging anywhere from ten minutes to weeks at a time. This last trip had lasted three days or so if Slug was remembering things correctly. He had a brief moment where his fight or flight instinct kicked in which he quickly crushed down, sneering at himself and his brief moment of fear. White Hat might be some other dimensional demon with sharp teeth and a glass square in place of his right eye, but there was no way he would hurt him, the wuss that he was. He had absolutely no reason at all to be scared of him.

White Hat briskly stepped up the last few steps of the staircase behind the door and both White Hat and Dr. Slug froze upon seeing the other in the kitchen. Dr. Slug was immediately grateful for the table separating the two of them as well as for the paper bag and goggles he kept over his face to hide his facial expression because all that was on his face in that moment was shock, horror and a little bit of fear.

White Hat was covered in blood. His arms and hands were completely drenched in it up to the elbows with absolutely no white visible to that point. As Slug's gaze traveled up the arm he noticed that the more and more white became visible among the blood splatters and spots. His legs were the same way, absolutely saturated in blood from foot to knee and gradually decreasing in density from spots of white against red, to spots of red against white. No piece of clothing was spared, including his hat which had a few flecks of dried blood spattered across the rim and further up. There was even a streak of blood on White Hat's face, smeared and crusted as though someone had tried to wipe it off but gave up halfway through the attempt. His face showed only surprise as he stared at Dr. Slug from underneath the door frame. The silence stretched between them for several seconds as each continued to stare at the other without moving. White Hat was the first to break the silence.

"Hello Dr. Slug!" He grinned widely at Dr. Slug as he stepped out from underneath the door and quickly shut it behind him. He left a smear of blood on the handle as it swung smoothly closed except for another faint creaking sound. Upon hearing that sound, White Hat frowned and turned to face the door, placing his hands on his hips as he regarded it.

"I'll have to fix that later. There's no place for a squeaky door in this household. It might frighten someone! Dr. Slug!"

Slug jumped slightly as White Hat turned again to face him, smiling widely once more. Slug realized that his teeth were the only part of his body that lacked any spots of blood, and he tried not to think about how sharp and pointy they were. They had never bothered him before, but, then again, he had never seen White Hat covered in so much blood before. The worst he had even seen was when Clementia accidentally slammed her face into a wall while attempting to kiss White Hat and missed, instead giving herself a massive nosebleed. White Hat helped her stop the bleeding but not before she burst into tears and tackle hugged him, burying her face into his chest and staining his vest with blood and tears. Dr. Slug had laughed, both at her pain and at the irony for someone as pure as White Hat to be stained with blood.

"Slug?!"

Dr. Slug was jarred from his memories when his name was called a second time by a slightly concerned White Hat.

"Yes sir?" He replied a little too quickly, his usually stone tongue loosened by the plentiful amount of blood covering his boss.

White Hat grinned at him once again. "Make sure to remind me to get that fixed tomorrow-er." He pulled back a red sleeve on his left hand to reveal a blood coated watch, wiping its glass face to check the time. "I guess tomorrow has already happened. Ha! How time flies." He returned his bright gaze and smile to Dr. Slug. "Remind me to fix the door later today."

Before Slug could respond, White Hat frowned. "Dr. Slug! What are you doing up so late, or," he re-examined his watch, "so early? It's 4:06 a.m.! When was the last time you slept?"

Dr. Slug blinked in surprise underneath his goggles in response to his boss’s concern before thinking back to the last time he slept. "Probably...two days ago...?" Dr. Slug shrugged while rubbing the back of his head. Days tended to blend together for him while he was working on a project.

"Well that simply won't do!" White Hat slipped his sleeve back over his watch and walked around the table, striding over to Dr. Slug. It took all of Dr. Slug's willpower not to flinch away as he stopped with only a foot of air separating them. The stench of blood was extraordinarily strong and Slug was once again grateful for the bag disguising his face as he scrunched up his nose and curled his lip in disgust.

“Dr. Slug, I hereby order you to take a break and go get at least 8 hours of sleep. That should be sufficient in recharging your figurative human batteries.”

It took Dr. Slug a beat to realize what White Hat was asking him to do.

“But sir, I can’t!” Slug exclaimed, desperate. “I’m so close to a breakthrough for the new Healing Ray you asked me to design. I can’t stop now!”

For once, as much as he hated to admit it, he actually felt good about one of the many devices he had been forced to design while working for White Hat, but he was worried that if he stopped now, he would be unable to finish the prototype and would have to start over, losing at the very least days of progress and possibly all inspiration for the device.

White Hat looked down at Dr. Slug, then at his strange array of snacks he had prepared on the counter. Dr. Slug attempted to stand up straighter when his gaze traveled back to him. White Hat had an uncertain look on his face and Slug took that as a sign that he might change his mind about banning him from working.

“White Hat,” Dr. Slug began, startling himself and White Hat. He usually refused to address him as anything other than “sir” despite White Hat’s wishes otherwise, but he was desperate. “Let me finish what I’m working on, and I promise once I reach a point where I can stop what I’m doing and restart it later, I’ll take a break.” He winced at the word. Geniuses never took breaks, but if taking one was necessary to keep himself working for the night, so be it.

White Hat was obviously shocked. He continued to stare down at Dr. Slug before breaking out another of his signature smiles. “You have a deal Dr. Slug!” He turned around and began walking toward the staircase that led up to his office, revealing to Slug that the back of his coat was also soaked in blood, nearly soaked at the bottom but with more and more white showing until there were only a few flecks of blood at the top of his collar. He took a few steps forward towards the staircase that led up to his office, before twirling back to face Dr. Slug again. “Once you finish your work, why don’t you take the rest of the week off? My only condition is that you sleep for at least eight hours each night and eat something more suitable than that,” and pointed to his snack food.

After that statement, White Hat moved to ascend the staircase when Slug cried out, “Wait!”

White Hat stopped and turned to face Dr. Slug with an eyebrow raised in question.

Dr. Slug paused, considering his question, before gesturing at White Hat’s blood soaked clothes and asked, “What happened?”

White Hat looked down at his clothes and raised his eyebrow high, as if he was seeing the bloodstains for the first time. “Oh, this?” He paused, then looked at Dr. Slug. He seemed to consider something for a few seconds, before shrugging and sitting down on the steps, facing Slug. “I guess I can tell you.”

He motioned for Dr. Slug to pull up a chair which Slug did, turning it around so that the back was facing White Hat and he could rest his arms and head across the top. He began mindlessly tracing a small knot in the wood on its right side with a finger. White Hat fiddled with a button on his bloody sleeve before beginning. “As you already know, it is our business to sell and supply heroes with the necessary materials to protect and defend themselves and their cities from the forces of evil.”

Dr. Slug nodded, biting back his urge to correct White Hat in his use of the word “our”. That’s White Hat’s business, not his, but he allowed the slip in favor of continuing the explanation.  

White Hat continued, “While some heroes come in person to pay for and pick up their supplies, most of them order from our catalog and have our products shipped to them all across the world. It is imperative that these shipments are delivered safely for the sake of those who receive them, and each shipment is treated with maximum care and protected under the highest security sans myself.” He smiled and Dr. Slug rolled his eyes. “However…” White Hat’s usually cheerful face began darken. “Most villains know better than to interfere with my business, and those who don’t are usually too weak and stupid to get away with anything before security takes care of them.”

Dr. Slug was shocked and ceased his mindless tracing. White Hat’s speech had taken a sharper and angrier tone than he had ever heard him use before.

“Apparently one of the newer and more powerful villains heard word on the street that I was losing my touch.” White Hat smirked dangerously in a way that almost frightened Dr. Slug. “That I was old, and tired, and all I did nowadays was sit in my tower filling out paperwork while I sent my employees out to deliver my goods, goods that were ripe for the taking.” White Hat’s expression darkened even further as he spoke the next sentence. “Three days ago one of my shipments along with all personnel escorting it disappeared.” Dr. Slug sat up in surprise. This was the first time he had heard of this.

White Hat took note of his surprise and smiled harshly. “Yes, I know, I asked myself the same question the day the disappearance was reported. Who would be dumb enough to steal from me?” White Hat turned to stare at the metal door. “At first, I thought they were going to try and ransom my employees and my goods back to me, and so I waited a full day. Much longer than it usually takes for such demands to travel.”

Dr. Slug understood this. Any money spent on keeping those being ransomed alive was money that would be wasted if the ransom fell through. Keeping a person alive and healthy was expensive but necessary to receive a full payout.

“But the demands never came.” White Hat stood up and began pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor. “It was at this point that I knew I had to take immediate action. I postponed all further shipments and began my investigation.” he paused in his trek across the kitchen and looked back at Dr. Slug. “I’ll spare you the boring details but I managed to track the villain back to his lair. Only two levels in and I found one of our force fields with our brand name holding item for item every piece of the shipment that was lost.” White Hat shook his head in disappointment. Dr. Slug agreed. That was such a stupid beginner’s mistake. After stealing anything it was crucial to sell or split up the parts immediately afterward so that even if they were found with a piece of White Hat tech, they could claim they stole or bought it from someone else, thus avoiding suspicion and greater punishment.

He resumed his pacing and continued, “I had found my cargo, now I needed to find my employees.” He stopped, facing the wall. Dr. Slug could barely see from his position that his expression had turned sad. “My worst suspicions were correct.” Then, quick as a whip, he turned and advanced on Dr. Slug. Dr. Slug was shocked to see his face was completely engulfed in smoldering rage. He jumped up from his chair and backed away, stopping when he felt a wall against his back. White Hat grabbed the top of the chair and stopped, staring down at its seat. “He slaughtered them.”

Dr. Slug was silent. Never had he ever seen White Hat so furious. He even stopped his own breathing, afraid to bring his attention back to him.

“He slaughtered them.” White Hat repeated, in a more defeated tone clenching the wooden top of the chair. “My employees, my people, good people, good people with families and loved ones that will never see them again.”

Dr. Slug heard a cracking sound and realized White Hat was squeezing the chair so hard that the wood was breaking. White Hat released the chair and looked back up at Dr. Slug. His expression was sad and apologetic as he backed up and returned to his seat on the stairs.

“My apologies Dr. Slug, I seem to have gotten a little carried away there.” His eye seemed distant and tired. Dr. Slug resumed breathing, albeit quietly, and cautiously returned to his seat, refraining from putting his arms on the top of it but keeping the chair’s back between himself and White Hat as a protective barrier.

White Hat cleared his throat from his position. “Anyways, there was no way I could let him get away with this. I needed to send a message, one that revealed to all villains that not only would such atrocious behavior not be tolerated, but that I am just as powerful as I have always been. And starting last night, ending today, I delivered that message to him and all of his henchman.” At that, White Hat grinned in a way that Dr. Slug could only describe as evil. “I’m sure you will hear more about it through whatever networks you have left from the time you were unemployed by me.”

Dr. Slug once again remained silent. Of course he still had contacts that kept him up to date on the happenings of the outside world. White Hat had even subtly encouraged him to do so, saying that it was best to gain information from all sources, along with a warning that if he leaked any important information about White Hat Inc., there would be severe consequences, which Slug adhered to. It would be incredibly stupid to leak any information that could be directly linked back to him while he was being held here. Now, staring back at his blood soaked boss, he was really glad that he had followed that advice.

White Hat smoothly stood up from his place on the stairs and gave Dr. Slug a bow. “Now if you excuse me, I have some other business I must attend to.” Without waiting for a response, White Hat turned and disappeared up the steps leading to his office. Dr. Slug remained in his position for a few seconds before standing up, grabbing all the food off the table, and booking it down to his lab. His understanding of White Hat had been completely and irreparably destroyed. He had thought that he was one of those “pure” heroes, the ones that refused to kill or even harm anyone, which is why he started the defense business. He had heard rumors about his days as an actively serving hero and how vicious he could be but after living with White Hat for so long he had assumed that those were all lies, exaggerations, or simply some of the more bloodthirsty heroes acting in White Hat’s name. He finally reached his lab and sat down at his workbench, picking up a couple tools and almost began to work on his prototype before stopping as a thought crossed his mind. He was so relieved he had never done anything evil enough to direct the same rage White Hat had just shown him to himself, and decided right then to never underestimate White Hat again.

After that thought passed he continued his work on his prototype, finishing its assembly sometime around 7 a.m. Deciding it was in his best interest to adhere to his promise, he walked upstairs from the lab to the ground floor. As he passed the kitchen he glanced inside and stopped and took a double take. Everything was spotless. There was no trace of blood anywhere. Dr. Slug crossed the kitchen and stared in the place where the cracked kitchen chair was meant to be. In its place was a completely identical unbroken wooden chair. He pulled it out from where it was tucked into the table and bent down and examined every inch of it. There was no doubt this was the same chair. It even had the small knot on its right side. He stood up and stared at the chair, then left it untucked and made his way to his bedroom, beginning to suspect that he had dreamt up the entire thing.

As he pushed open the door to his bedroom he froze in place. White Hat was laying down on a neatly made bed that Dr. Slug had never made in his entire time that he had lived in the manor, reading a book.

White Hat looked up from his book and exclaimed, “Slug!” He jumped up from Dr. Slug’s bed and grinned, holding the book in one hand. “I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and changed your sheets and washed your blankets. I’ve been doing a little tidying up all over the house if you know what I mean,” and winked. At least, he blinked his only eye in a way that seemed like a wink.

Dr. Slug soon got over his shock and bristled. “Get out of my room.” He spoke low and dangerously, opening the door all the way to step inside the room and point outside the room to emphasize his words.

White Hat pouted. “Is that all the thanks I get for just trying to make sure you get the best day of sleep possible?”

Dr. Slug refrained from answering and only continued to point out the door.

White Hat sighed and walked towards the door. “Oh! Before I forget.” He turned to face Slug, still smiling as brightly as ever. “I would really appreciate it if you would avoid mentioning what happened last night and this morning to Clementia or 6.0.6., along with any other employees of mine. It would be the best thing for all of us.” He put a special emphasis on the word all and looked at Slug mischievously as he said it.

Dr. Slug was about to reply with something curt and rude in response when he noticed something. There was a small fleck of red staining the square piece of glass in place of White Hat’s right eye. So he swallowed his words and simply nodded.

“Good lad.” White Hat smiled wider and patted him on the shoulder and walked out his door. Before he got far down the hallway, Dr. Slug exited his room and cried out, “Wait!”

White Hat stopped and turned to face Dr. Slug with an eyebrow raised in question.

Dr. Slug paused and gestured to his right eye. White Hat looked at him, confused, before reaching up to feel his eyeglass. His eye widened as he felt the speck under his fingers and he exclaimed, “Oops! Missed a spot.”

Licking his finger he quickly rubbed at the glass until the spot was gone. “Thanks Slug!” White Hat said brightly before walking away.

Dr. Slug watched him walk down the hall until he turned a corner and disappeared from view before returning to his bedroom. He locked the door and proceeded to strip off his lab coat and gently remove his paper bag and goggles. Without bothering to change his clothes, he fell on his bed on top of the newly cleaned blankets and turned his body until he was facing the ceiling. Closing his eyes the last image he thought of before falling asleep was that of a blood soaked White Hat grinning at him. 

When I first saw White Hat I immediately thought, “Eh, obligatory reverse au. I’m prolly not gonna get into that.” ........Oops. I’m gonna write more. :3