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December 3rd, 2023.
Medkit and Subspace were friends again, after subspace pleading for hours, they were finally here, snuggled up together in the coldness of winter. Subspace wearing Medkits sweater. Medkit hated to admit it but, it looked better on Subspace. "you look... nice with it on" He spoke. Subspace face lit up in joy, he pulled Medkit into a tight embrace, exclaiming, "Awh, thanks Meddy!" Medkit smiled for once, as Subspace snuggled into his chest.
He nestled into the other, yawning. "m'sleepy..." He murmured softly Medkit sighed, pulling the scientist closer, his fingers traced soothing circles on Subspace's back, a comforting gesture that lulled the scientist into a peaceful sleep. As the other began dozing off, Medkit groaned, stretching his neck slightly before placing his head on his hands. He settled into a comfortable position, his head resting gently on his hands. Before succumbing to sleep himself, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Subspace's forehead, "i l-l..." he couldnt bring himself to say it yet, why? He mumbled to himself. "maybe one day..."
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Medkit. Why?
After all.
Those memories.
After EVERYTHING.
Medkit had left him in the dark, like he did when they were young adults...
He spilled Subspace's own poison on him, pushing him and running away. Leaving Subspace there. He blinked "w-wait!!" He stammered, Medkit left. He was here, covered in blood and a pink liquid. He groaned, cleaning himself up before leaving the office. Right when he got home, he curled up into his bed, crying softly. Medkit tossed him away like a scrapped piece of paper that couldnt be used anymore. Tears dripped down his cheeks, he tried to calm down. He was feeling anger, but not to others, to himself. How did he let this happen!? He's a failure. He's disappointed Blackrock. Maybe... if he just... it wouldnt hurt... right? I mean... nobody would ever care if he harmed himself. He went to the bathroom, opening a cupboard, revealing a small blade. He held it in his hands as he looked in the mirror, his hands trembled, he felt guilt and pain pooling in him. He just couldnt take it anymore, he took the blade, pressed it against his arms, upon making contact with skin, it cut him. He looked away, wincing from the pain. No, thats not it, he cant be weak, what is he? afraid to harm himself? He dragged it along his arms, crying out in agony. Blood dripped from his arms, he washed it with cold water, which stinged. He sighed, wiping his tears as he wrapped his aching arms with stretching bandages that were used for healing. This was all his fault. Everything was. Maybe if he listened, Medkit'd actually like him. All he wanted to do was end this already, but he disagreed, phighting with himself. Life had many meanings. No it didnt. Yes it does. The dark side of him didnt respond, so he took this as an opportunity to let his emotions out. He sobbed into the blankets, tears staining them, he closed his eyes, praying to Illumina it was just a dream. It really wasnt.
Subspace blinked at the flashback, he was never good enough for Medkit, or anyone. All he wanted to do was to make his faction proud, and he messed it all up, he lost the only person who cared. Maybe if he was like the people on the magazine or tv, maybe... Medkit would like him, if he was nice and caring, maybe the healer would like him. He felt tears stroll down his cheek, his heart ached. He sighed, getting out of bed, preparing for the phight.
He arrived, carrying his cartilage on his back, he fake smiled under the mask. Perhaps if he faked it, he'd feel it. He saw Banhammer and Medkit in the corner, he eyed the doctor who caressed the demi god. Was this it? was everything that happend a few months ago, just for Medkit to use him? Was he a playtoy to him...? He felt his heart shatter into pieces, he stood there, drowning himself in sudicial thoughts. The pain was too much, he needed to relieve his stress. He walked up to Hyperlaser, waving. "hey, how do you, well get rid of pain-" he was cut off my the mecenary. "go kill yourself." it was as a joke, but Subspace took it too far. His heart clenched, no one liked him, no one cared so... why not? He smiled, trying to keep the tears in until the end of the phight. He walked away, no one understood the pain, nothing. They would aways make jokes that went deep into Subspaces mind. It was always the "you're too skinny, you're too ugly, you're too weird." He hated himself even more every time soneone said that. He would always have to pretend that he was happy, but on the inside.
he wasnt.
Subspace sniffled, wiping away the tears that were bound to fall, he glanced over at the two again. They were hugging and kissing, he wish he could be banhammer. All he wanted was love, and he got insulted, millions of times. He started to blame himself for every little thing that occurred. He has a horrible life, robots to comfort him and tell him 'its fine creator', watching someone he loved, being happy with someone else and the high urges to hang himself. He hated every part of himself, he hated his attitude, his looks, and everything, but he didnt have that anymore because Medkit was his everything. He made it all better when Subspace cried at night.
"suck it up..." he whispers to himself, starting to phight, he was weak in battling, making others yell at him. He flinched at the voices, begging for illumina to make it stop, never happened, they just kept getting angrier. He wanted to go home, he wanted to rest and stop thinking about everything. But he couldnt, he continued to phight even in his weak state, finally what felt like an eternity. It ended, he got to go back home. He hopped onto the metro, entering. He sat down on the seats, yawning, he then perked up when he felt something on his lap. a cat? It was pink & white and all fluffy, he smiled petting it, watching it purr. It meowed, then clinging onto SUbspace. "I mean...you wouldnt mind if i brought you home would you...?" he spoke to the small creature, picking it up in his hands.
He reached his destination, he held the cat with one hand as he scrambled to find his keys, when he did he unlocked the apartment, letting the small cat in, he walked in afterwards, locking the door for safety mesures. He walked over to the kitten, picking it up and placing it on his counter. He got a bowl and fed it some cat food he bought just in case he wanted one. It meowed, eating the food, before walking away satifsfied. Subspace chuckled, signaled it to follow him into the bathroom. It obeyed. They reached the washroom, Subspace locked the door. He turned on the bath, added some bubbles and softly calmed the kitten down, placing it in. It hissed, splashing water at Subspace, who groaned. He started washing the cat, scratching behind its ears and everywhere to make sure it was clean. Once finished, he wiped it dry with the towel and brought it into his room.
Subspace placed the kitty down on the bed, laying down near it, he petted their head, grinning as he heard it meow, he brought it closer, cuddling it. He continued to pet the creature, his movements were soft. He yawned, stretching before flopping back down onto the bed. Thats when he noticed the kitten snuggling onto his chest, sleeping. He smiled, breathing softly as he began to sleep.
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In your darkest times,
their will always be something or someone that will lighten it.
- N9UGHTY
I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you
Only if you knew how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as he
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
He's got you mesmerized while I die
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave him your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like him better
Wish I were Heather
Watch as he stands with his, holding your hand
Put your arm 'round his shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate him? He's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead as he
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
He's got you mesmerized while I die
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave him your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like him better
I wish I were Heather
I wish I were Heather
Wish I were Heather.
Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty, you gave him your sweater, it's just polyester. But you like him better...
Wish I were
HEATHER.
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