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Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.

I’m afraid

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Fake Service Dogs?

You’re sitting at a cafe with your friend when suddenly a woman walks in with a toy poodle in her purse. The manager at the counter informs her “I’m sorry, but we do not allow dogs”. She replies with a heavy sigh and a “She’s a service dog. She can come with me”. Not knowing much about service dog law, and worrying about getting sued for asking further questions, he sits this woman down at a booth. There, she promptly unzips her purse and places the dog on the booth seat next to her. When the woman’s food comes out, the little dog begs and she feeds her bits off her plate. This dog is not public access trained, and proceeds to bark at those who walk by. This dog is a nuisance and causes many in the restaurant to complain. The manager cannot do anything but inform the unhappy customers that this is a service dog, so he can’t ask her to leave. In the end, it’s the customers who end up leaving.

Now I walk in with my highly trained service dog pressed against my leg in a perfect heel position, and I’m quickly bombarded by the manager telling me “No dogs! No dogs! We ALL know what happened last time”. Confused, I tell him “This is my medical alert and medical response service dog. Her right to accompany me is protected under federal law.” With a sigh, he seats me at a table far away from others where my dog promptly tucks under my feet, out of sight. When my food arrives my dog is still tucked tightly under the table because she knows she’s not supposed to eat when she’s on duty. She stays there ignoring those who walk past for the remainder of my meal. When we leave, a woman by the door exclaims “Woah, I didn’t know there was a dog here!”

See the difference?

Scenario number two occurs at a local grocery store when a man decides to bring his certified emotional support animal into the store with him. Upon entering he flashes a fancy ID card and certification papers. This dog is not as unruly as the first, but he still forges ahead of his handler, sniffs the food on display, and may seek attention from those who walk past. You find this dog adorable, and when he and his owner walk past you ask to pet him. The owner says yes and explains how all he had to do was go online, register his dog, and a few weeks later they sent him a vest, ID card, and certification papers.

Now I pull into the same grocery store. I’m in a rush to get an ingredient for a dish I’m making so I hurry into the store with my service dog next to me. I’m quickly stopped by a manager who demands to see my service dog’s certification card. Remember, this is NOT required by law, and most real service dog teams don’t have them. After 15 minutes of trying to educate, pulling up the ADA website on my phone, back and forth bickering, and drawing more of a crowd than I want to describe… I’m finally allowed in. I grab my ingredient, stand in line (where my service dog obediently moves between my legs to make space for those around me), and I get bombarded by people asking to pet my dog. I explain that she’s working, she has a very important job to do, and she’s not allowed to be pet while on duty. People walk away grumbling and complaining about how rude I was when other handlers like the man they met earlier allow their dog to be pet.

Moral of the story? Fake service dogs create real problems. The ones who are impacted the most are the true service dog handlers who rely on their dogs every day to help mitigate their disability. How would you feel if everywhere you went, you couldn’t make it 10 feet in the door because people were asking you questions? Imagine how much time that would take out of your already hectic day. Businesses lose customers because word gets out that there are unruly dogs in their store, customers become misinformed and start thinking some of these behaviors are okay, some people even start to believe the lies that anyone can just register their dog online and make him a service dog. The result? MORE fake service dogs. MORE real problems.

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Gone

Title: Gone

Rating: M

Pairings: Neil/Tabii, Implied Max/Neil

Warning: Kidnapping, Implied Rape, Underage, Abuse

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Neil awoke with a groan. His head was throbbing and his muscles where sore as hell. His eyes fluttered open only for him to let out a groan and close them again. The moment his mind was clear, he knew that he wasn’t in his tent or at the camp for that matter! The air around him was much more stuffy and colder like he was in some sort of basement.

A twang of panic started to set into his system. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as panicking wouldn’t help him right now. Gently opening his eyes once again, he blinked and glanced around and saw that he was indeed in a basement. Trying to move his wrists, he finally noticed that he was chained up.

Once he got a full grasp on things he looked around at every detail he could and made a mental note about it. He was chained to a bed, with his clothes on.

‘Thank God for that.’ He thought before continuing his thought process.

There wasn’t much in the basement type room he was in. Only the bed he was chained to, a light hanging from the ceiling, a door against a wall, and from what he could see a small box in the corner of the room which he couldn’t tell what was in it.

‘This better not be one of Max’s fucking pranks…’ He thought to himself narrowing his eyes and giving his restraints another tug, finding them quite sturdy.

His thoughts were then halted as the door creaked open, catching his attention. His head jerked over to the door and his eyes were narrowed expecting to see Max or something to play some sort of prank on him. But his eyes widened as it wasn’t Max he saw, but Tabii, of the Flower Scouts.

“T-Tabii?!” Neil squeaked in shock his mouth hanging open as he stared at the blonde girl in front of him.

“Oh~! You’re awake~!” Tabii squeaked happily as she looked over at Neil with her one good eye, the other being covered by an eyepatch. She quickly made her way over and crawled on top of Neil nuzzling her face against his chest.

Neil cringed and tried to tug himself away but with the restraints, he couldn’t. “T-Tabii what the hell is going on?! Did Max put you up to this?!” He asked slightly pissed off and with a hint of fear in his system.

Tabii froze against Neil as the words escaped his lips. The room went silent. The only thing that Neil could hear was the sound of his heartbeat in his ears as the fear grew and grew. Suddenly Tabii shot up looking at Neil with a crazed look in her eye.

The next thing he knew, his head was jerked to the side and his cheek stung.

“DON’T YOU EVER MENTION HIM AGAIN!!!” Tabii shouted in Neil’s face making Neil let out a whimper and flinch away. Tabii let out a growl and leaned in close, whispering into Neil’s ear. “You are mine now and I don’t wanna hear shit about anyone else, got it?”

Neil whimpered again and nodded his head, “G-Got it.”

And just like that, Tabii’s anger vanished and she wrapped her arms around Neil in a loving hug. “Yay! I’m glad we agree~” She gently began to nuzzle herself again Neil’s chest once again.

Neil was scared, no he was fucking terrified. He knew of Tabii’s ‘crush’ on him but he never thought that she would kidnap him. He began to tremble with tears filling his eyes as Tabii continued to press herself closer to him and touch him.

Gulping, he spoke up to Tabii with a shaky voice, “T-Tabii…w-why did you kidnap me?”

Tabii, who was resting against Neil’s shoulder, looked up and giggled as if that was the silliest question she’d ever heard. Her giggle was bittersweet, it sent shivers down Neil’s body.

“I didn’t kidnap you, silly!” She hummed, tracing shapes on Neil’s chest. “I just gave us a way for us to be together~ All those other gross campers were only getting in the way of us, especially that...Max” She growled out Max’s name, but then she perked right up continuing her statement. “But now! It’s just you and me~ Forever~” She let out a purr and leaned in pressing a forceful kiss onto Neil’s lips.

Neil fought against the kiss but Tabii bit at his lip and he stopped, submitting with a whimper.

“That’s a good boy~” She grinned and pressed her tongue against Neil’s lips forcing them open and sloppily making out with him.

The kiss was horrible, not only because Neil didn’t want it, but Tabii was just sloppy and wet. She used so much tongue that drool was dripping down Neil’s chin. Finally, after a few minutes, she pulled away and licked her lips. “You have no idea how long I wanted to do that~”

Neil was full on shaking now, hot big tears filled his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. Tabii was looking at him like he was a piece of meat and she was a hungry animal. He didn’t want to be raped.

“P-Please don’t…” he begged as he felt Tabii press her hand to his crotch.

Tabii didn’t listen to his begging, she only pressed her finger to Neil’s lips to shush him and began to undo his belt. “Shhhh~ Its okay baby~ My sister told me everything about sex~ I’ll make you feel amazing~”

Neil’s eyes widen and he pressed his lips together to muffle his sobs.

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It had felt like days before Tabii was finally satisfied with Neil and she collapsed next to him panting and sweaty. Neil trembled as he curled up on himself, his hands still chained to the headboard of the bed. His naked body was red and bruised from Tabii’s rough treatment on him and he couldn’t stop himself from letting out tears and muffled sobs. He was broken.

“Oh my god, that was the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced~!” Tabii said next to him with a satisfied grin. She cupped Neil’s cheek and pressed one last kiss to his lips before standing up. “Okay babe, I gotta go meet with the other girls~ I’ll see you later!” She winked and got her clothes on before exiting the dimly lit basement leaving Neil by himself to sob and cry out.

He let out screams tugging on his chains praying to some god that he could gain enough strength to break them. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he screamed and sobbed.

‘This has to be a dream…’ He thought to himself to try and calm himself down.

Neil spent hours screaming and sobbing and trying to escape. His throat was raw and his wrists were bleeding from all the tugging he did. Finally, he just gave up and went limp going into a restless, nightmare-filled sleep.

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Hours later, Neil awoke to the sound of screams and voices. He quickly jerked up and tried calling out for help but his voice was practically gone from all the earlier screams.

“H-Help! I-I’m down here! Help!” His voice was dry and his throat felt like sandpaper. He tugged on the chains once more, ignoring the pain from his wrists.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Neil was blinded by a bright light. He closed his eyes tight and flinched curling up.

“Neil!” It was Max’s voice.

“M-Max?” Slowly, Neil opened his eyes and uncurled himself. Once his eyes adjusted to the light he saw Max, Nikki, David and Gwen at the doorway.

“God…Neil your bleeding and bruised!” Gwen put her hand over her mouth in shock. “What happened to you?!”

Neil swallowed thickly and opened his mouth “She…She…” Tears filled his eyes and he let out sobs. He couldn’t say it.

“Oh…oh god…” David and Gwen looked at each other with worry in their eyes.

Max looked at Neil with wide eyes and he quickly rushed over to the sobbing boy. “Hey…” Max’s voice was soft and gentle, very unlike him. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe, I won’t let that bitch hurt you anymore.” Max quickly pulled out a hairpin and picked the locks on Neil’s chains setting him free. Neil quickly collapsed and wrapped his arms around Max sobbing on the boy’s shoulder.

Max hugged back tightly and held onto Neil with no intent on letting him go. “Shhh…I got you…You’re safe now” He whispered over and over to Neil stroking his hair softly.

Neil knew he was safe with Max.

He was safe.

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That was pretty dark, but I had fun writing it, expect more, leave requests. Hope ya liked it!

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Just Deal With It Chapter 2

Warning! This chapter deals with self-harm and attempted suicide, read at your own risk.  I also want to just make a little side note; there will be a “face reveal” for Flug and how I describe his face is just how I picture it. Alright, thanks! Enjoy!  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flug was tired of this. He was tired of the abuse. He was tired of the hits and the screams. He was tired of his shitty life. He just wanted to end.

That’s when he got the idea. He could end it. He had plenty of reasons why he wanted to and he had an entire laboratory full of weapons he could use. A sad grin made its way to Flug’s face as stood up from the bathroom floor and walked into his lab. Walking to the door, he slammed it shut and locked.

Flug gently walked over to his small bed that he had in the corner of his lab, which he barely used as Black Hat made him work without sleep constantly, and sat down. He needed to think about this carefully. How was he going to do this? Should he make a mess or try to go out as clean as possible?

He didn’t know. Sure throughout his life, he had been plenty depressed and full of anxiety, but this is the first time he really was going to do something this drastic.

Just then, a knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts. His eyes widened thinking it might be Black Hat back for another round at him but his nerves were calmed as he heard the gentle scratches of 5.0.5.

Flug sighed and stood up and walked over to the door opening it. “Can I help you 5.0.5?” He asked peeking out the door. If he was going to miss anyone, it would probably be 5.0.5, he really was like a giant teddy bear.

5.0.5 gently tilted his head as he looked at Flug, he could sense something was wrong with him but he just figured that he was just tired, like always. 5.0.5 gently pointed at the clock showing Flug that it was dinner time.

Flug was honestly just about to say no to going to dinner, but he was afraid Black Hat might be mad at him for missing it so he reluctantly went. Though, with what he was planning, he didn’t’ have much of an appetite.

The two of them walked down the hall and entered the dining room where a long table that would normally sit about 30 people sat Black Hat and Demencia. Black Hat sitting at the head as always and Demencia on his right.

“There you two are,” Black Hat mumbled, “Took you long enough.”

“S-Sorry S-sir.” Flug stuttered out before walking to his normal seat on Black Hat’s left with 5.0.5 next to Demencia.

Black Hat only grunted and Flug looked down at his lap. He wanted to be unsure about the whole thing, he wanted to think that Black Hat would change and take Flug into his arms and tell him he was sorry, for everything.

But he couldn’t deny reality anymore. Flug was only Black Hat’s toy.

Once again he was snapped out of his thoughts as a plate was set in front of him with food on it. He gently picked up his fork and picked at his food. He really wasn’t hungry and even the little nibbles that he took made him feel sick.

“Something wrong Doctor?” Black Hat’s whisper made him look up. Black Hat looked at him with a neutral face but with a hint of gentleness in his eyes.

Flug shrugged and continued to pick at his food. “Not too hungry.” He mumbled back.

“Are you sure that’s-” Black Hat reached his hand out to place on Flug’s shoulder but Flug only flinched away making Black Hat slowly pull his hand away.

“I’m fine…” Flug insisted once again before shoving a large piece of meat into his mouth and swallowing it almost having to hold back any puke that may try to surface.

Black Hat was silent before going back to his own food leaving Flug with his thoughts. Flug was still having an inner debate whether he should do it or not but the side telling him to do it was winning. His eyes scanned his plate and noticed the untouched knife next to an empty glass of water he had been drinking. Glancing up at the others at the table, he felt relief as they were distracted before he quickly snatched the knife and slide it into his inner lab coat pocket.

“I-I think…I"m g-going to get b-back to work, s-sir.” Flug stuttered standing up taking his plate and walking away before anyone could get a word out.

He rushed to his room and slammed the door shut locking it. Taking the plate in his hands, he quickly threw it away into the trash and sat down on his bed. His hand trembled softly as he took the knife out of his pocket. He was going to do it. He was tired of the games. He was tired of Black Hat beating the shit out of him one minute then acting like he cared the next. He couldn’t take it anymore.

But if he was gonna die, he was gonna do things his way. He took a breath and stood up taking off his lab coat and folded it neatly. He set it down on his desk then walked back to his bed laying down. He took a deep breath and brought his hands up and took off his brown paper bag from his head.

It was an odd sensation, the air against his pale face, but he wasn’t going to back down now. He set his bag down on his nightstand and gently ran his hands over his face gently wincing as he felt the bruises and cuts from Black Hat’s beatings. His arms were also coated with bruises. His brown hair was a mess and his eyes were lifeless and looked gray.

He sighed and his arms fell to his sides. His hand quickly found the knife and he lifted his left wrist. He took a deep breath and lifted the blade to his skin and put pressure down cutting into the skin choking out as pain entered his system as blood started to flow out of the open cut on his wrist.

He couldn’t stop the tears that filled his eyes as he let out sobs and cried letting the blood flow from his wrist. He shakily put the knife in the other hand and did the same thing to his other hand before dropping the knife onto the floor. Sobs escaped his lips as he laid on his bed in his own blood before his world went dark.

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Black Hat watched as Flug left. Something was up with him. More than usual. He understood that the scientist was full of anxiety and stress, but this looks like something more. And he was determined to find out what.

Was it him…? Black Hat bit his lip softly, he knew that he had been a little…rough…on Flug, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He was never good at holding his temper. Black Hat gently sighed and stood up walking into the kitchen putting his plate into the sink. He needed to talk to Flug.

He nodded to himself and made his way down to Flug’s lab and tried to push the door open only to find it locked.

“Flug?” Black Hat called out but got no answer. “Flug open the door.”

Black Hat tried the door once more before pressing his ear to the door and his eye widened hearing soft whimpers.

He quickly smashed the door open and he burst inside his eyes getting even wider as he saw Flug laying on his bed and in a pool of his own blood. “F-Flug!” Black Hat cried out and ran over. Flug was very pale and was only making weak noises letting Black Hat know he was still alive but almost dead.

Black Hat quickly looked around and grabbed some cloth and quickly wrapped them around Flug’s wrists to stop the bleeding. Then placing his hands on Flug’s wounds, he healed him leaving two scars in the cuts place.

Black Hat panted quietly and his hands shook softly. He then gently lifted up and picked Flug up taking him out of his lab and to Black Hat’s own room.

Black Hat changed Flug out of his bloody clothes and into something more comfortable before laying him down on his bed and crawling in with him holding him tight “Please…Don’t leave me.” Black Hat whispered before closing his eyes   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flug wanted darkness. He wanted freedom from the pain. He thought he finally escaped. So why was he waking up?

His eyes gently fluttered open slightly before shooting open all the way. He gasped and sat up looking around. “No no no no no no no no…” He stuttered out looking down at his wrists and seeing healing scars. Why couldn’t things go his way for once?! Why couldn’t he just die!?

Tears filled his eyes as he let out sobs curling into a small ball before a voice snapped him to attention.

“Flug?” Black Hat asked sitting up and gently taking his wrists into his hands gently looking at the crying scientist. “Flug its okay, you’re okay.”

The scientist was only filled with rage as he yelled at Black Hat, tears in his eyes. “Why couldn’t you let me die?! Do you enjoy torturing me!? Y-You really are the evilest man in the world!” Flug sobbed.

Black Hat was taken back by this. He blinked and gently reached out to comfort Flug. “Flug…wh-” He was easily cut off by Flug slapping his hand away.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t your dare ask ‘What did I do?’ Cause you know exactly what you did!” Flug pulled off his shirt and Black Hat’s eyes widened. So many bruises… And he caused them all.

He was so wrapped up in making sure Flug was okay he didn’t notice the bruises.

“I-I"m sick and tired of the abuse! I-I’ve lived my entire life being abused and I"m drawing the line! I-I’m sick of it!” Flug shouted before he broke down curling into a ball and sobbing.

Black Hat was honestly disgusted…with himself.

He turned his smart little Flug into a suicidal mess. HE did this. It was HIS fault.

“Flug…” Black Hat whispered gently wrapped his arms around him. Flug struggled but Black Hat wouldn’t let go and only stroked his back and held his close shushing him.

“Flug…there is no excuse for what I’ve done…I’ve hurt the ONLY good thing that I allowed in my life…” He sighed and held Flug tighter. “I know I"m the worst with my temper…but that is no excuse for what I"ve done to you…Nothing will ever make it up…I didn’t want to be one of the monsters you were afraid of anymore….but instead, I only put more fear…I-I"m sorry…” Black Hat looked like he was about to cry himself.

Flug gently looked up at Black Hat as he spoke. More tears streamed down his face. Black Hat looked at him with soft eyes and kissed him softly rubbing his back and petting his hair. Flug gently kissed back and sniffed.

Flug didn’t have to 'Just Deal with It’ anymore. 

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Just Deal With It-One Shot-Chapter 1

Warning! Abuse ahead, proceed with caution

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Flug loved Black Hat.

Black Hat loved Flug.

Sometimes.

Sometimes Black Hat could show his true colors to the anxious scientist and show that he did care for him with soft touches and gentle kisses.

But sometimes, and to Flug, it felt like most times, Black Hat was…Black Hat. He was abusive, harsh, easily angered, and just plain evil. He would get angry at the smallest things that anyone did, and in the end, he would take it out on Flug once the two were alone.

Flug tried to hide the bruises.

He tried to stop the tears that always flowed down his face and stained his brown paper bag.

He learned to just deal with it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flug sighed as he sat at his desk in his lab, a set of blueprints in front of him for the latest invention that Black Hat needed to sell to other villains. He sat there staring at it for about ten minutes before finally standing up and grabbing the materials needed for the project.

The beatings had gotten worse.

When Flug was first hired by Black Hat, he could take the slaps on the back of the head for any mistakes that he made or the yells and insults that Black Hat threw at him. Once the two started ‘dating’, as humans called it, nothing really changed.

But then the beating started.

It started with harder slaps and louder shouts, especially when they were alone, then it escalated to punches and full blown screaming at Flug at how much of a mistake he was and how much he hated him. Black Hat would then leave Flug crying on the floor of his lab, or Black Hat’s office, where ever they were.

Flug would then pick himself up off the ground and continue on throughout the day as normal. It had become normal for him. He had to hide the bruises and marks from 5.0.5 and Dementia, if those two found out, Dementia would never let him live it down and only make him feel worse about himself.

Make him feel even weaker for not being able to protect himself.

Flug sighed and shook his head trying not to think about it. Things were going well right now, he was on schedule for his inventions and Black Hat was in a meeting, so that gave Flug plenty of time.

Flug cracked a smile and got to work hoping things would keep going so well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Of course, nothing ever seemed to go Flug’s way.

When Black Hat came back from the meeting, he was furious. The client he was meeting with had completely switched around their deal and Black Hat was forced to go along with it otherwise they wouldn’t get any money.

He growled and made his way to Flug’s lab slamming the door open and slamming it shut making the poor man jump in fear. Flug gulped and backed away as Black Hat walked toward him, pure anger in his eyes.

Flug whimpered and curled into a little ball trying to project his face but Black Hat only grabbed his arms and pull them away before swinging at Flug punching him square in the face. Flug fell to the ground and let out a sob as he felt the stinging pain from his nose as it bled staining his paper bag.

“P-Please! S-Sir! P-Please Stop!” Flug begged as Black Hat punched and kicked him as he was on the ground calling him insult upon insult. It never was this bad before.

After about fifteen minutes, Black Hat left with a huff and Flug curled into a ball sobbing. Tears and blood coated his paper bag as choked noises escaped his lips. Soon he forced himself to stand and walked into the small bathroom to the side of his lab.

He looked at himself in the mirror and sniffled before letting out a  whimper “J-Just Deal with it…j-just d-deal with it…”