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Guess what! Todays the best day of Subspaces life!
As the sun slowly ascended, casting its golden glow upon the sterile corridors of the research facility, Subspace found himself standing on the precipice of a long-awaited climax. The air hummed with a palpable tension, a charged energy that crackled with anticipation. Today was the day, the day he would finally extract his pound of flesh from the one who had dared to betray him—Medkit.
Subspace's heart swelled with a mixture of triumph and vindication as he reflected upon the culmination of his meticulously laid plans. His beautiful creations, the biografts, had executed their mission flawlessly, their loyalty to their creator unwavering as they delivered the elusive traitor into Subspace's waiting grasp.
With a triumphant smirk curling his lips, Subspace relished the sweet taste of vengeance that lingered on the tip of his tongue. Oh, how he longed to see Medkit cower before him, to witness the fear etched upon his face as he realized the gravity of his transgressions. The mere thought sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through Subspace's veins, igniting a fire of anticipation that burned with an insatiable hunger.
In the recesses of his twisted mind, Subspace conjured vivid images of the torments he would inflict upon his nemesis. He imagined the sound of Medkit's anguished cries echoing through the sterile halls, the sight of him writhing in agony as Subspace reveled in his suffering. Oh yes, today would be a symphony of pain, a crescendo of despair that would leave an indelible mark upon both victim and tormentor alike.
But it was not merely revenge that drove Subspace forward—it was the primal satisfaction of reclaiming his dominance, of asserting his superiority over the one who had dared to challenge him. With each step he took, Subspace felt the weight of his past grievances lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of righteous fury that fueled his every move.
And so, with a heart filled with malice and a mind ablaze with anticipation, Subspace set forth to claim his rightful vengeance. The echoes of his maniacal laughter reverberated through the empty corridors, a sinister symphony heralding the arrival of the hunter and the impending demise of his prey. For today, the balance of power would shift once more, and Medkit would learn the true meaning of fear at the hands of his vengeful tormentor.
In the dimly lit, labyrinthine corridors of the sprawling research facility, Subspace, a figure both brilliant and twisted, was consumed by a euphoria that surged through him like electricity. Today marked a pivotal moment, the climax of a long and festering vendetta against his nemesis, Medkit. With each step, Subspace's mind was a whirlwind of sad*stic imaginings, each more gruesome than the last.
He envisioned the look of terror on Medkit's face, the desperate pleas for mercy that would fall on deaf ears. Oh, how sweet it would be to see Medkit suffer as he himself had suffered, to watch him squirm and beg for forgiveness that would never come. The thought alone sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through Subspace's veins.
As he traversed the empty corridors, the echoes of his maniacal laughter reverberated off the walls, a chilling prelude to the torment that awaited his nemesis. To Subspace, every step brought him closer to the culmination of his darkest desires.
Finally reaching the sanctum of his twisted experiments, Subspace's pulse quickened with a feverish excitement. With trembling hands, he entered the access code and pushed open the heavy laboratory doors, fully expecting to find Medkit ensnared in the clutches of his diabolical machinations.
But what greeted him inside was a scene that shattered his expectations. There, sitting before him, was Medkit himself, seemingly unperturbed and casually puffing on a cigarette. The sight sent a jolt of disbelief through Subspace's already frenzied mind. Had he stumbled into some twisted alternate reality, or was this a cruel trick played by his own psyche? He sat with his legs crossed on a chair.
The rhythmic hum of machinery filled the air, punctuated only by the soft rustle of fabric as Medkit adjusted his posture. His synthetic limbs moved with a fluidity born of years of practice, the subtle movements of his body betraying none of the uncertainty that churned within his mind.
As Medkit greeted him with an unsettling calmness. "Hello fellow friend." Subspace's confusion quickly gave way to fear. Something about Medkit's demeanor was different—unsettlingly so. Gone was the usual contempt and disdain in its place was a steely resolve that sent shivers down Subspace's spine. He was smoking a cigarette. This man was known for being against all products that harmed the body. Is Subspace hallucinating right now? This cant be. The man looked rough, hair messy and blood splattered on his coat. "We meet again fellow friend." "Are you sure this is-" Subspace was cut of by Medkit clearing his throat. "Ahem, sit down." Medkit said as he started to trail his words, standing up, walking in a circle around Subspace who sat. He gripped his revolver, finger brushing against the trigger.
Subspace tilted his head confused. Medkit grinned, eyeing the scientist, with no trace of fear or disgust, he was pure emotionless like always. But he smiled...?
OK! now who the phu*ck is this??
With each measured step, Medkit circled Subspace, revolver glinting in his hand like a deadly promise. This was not the trembling, remorseful figure that Subspace had anticipated; this was a man with a plan, a man who exuded an aura of power and control that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying.
In a stunning twist, Medkit revealed his intention not for vengeance, but for collaboration. The words hung in the air like a malevolent fog, suffocating Subspace's senses with disbelief. Was this some twisted jest, or had Medkit truly come to see the potential in their twisted partnership?
As Medkit spoke of their shared ambitions and the power they could wield together, Subspace felt the tendrils of doubt slowly unraveling within him. The hunger for validation, for recognition, clawed at his psyche with a desperate ferocity.
"I, Medkit have decided that I want to continue our former partnership, I'll be glad to work aside you now."
"Great! Then we can rule the world together!"
"I want to make the world burn until their ashes are upon my footsteps."
And so, as Medkit's dark laughter filled the room, Subspace found himself drawn inexorably into the embrace of his former nemesis. In that moment, the boundaries between ally and enemy blurred into obscurity, leaving only the promise of a future steeped in uncertainty and madness.
He backed up as the scientist ran over hugging him, giggling like a maniac. "Dont you dare leave ever again!"
"Oh dear, I wont be leaving. Anytime soon."
Subspace squealed happily, as he laid his head on his former partners shoulder.
"phu*ck you, i missed you. BUT ONLY A BIT!" Subspace cheered. Medkit chuckled, "Sure, let this be an end of a start." He gazed out the window once more as Subspace clinged on to him. He admired the snowy weather as he sighed. "Enough for now."
Meanwhile, lurking in the shadows, Biograft, Subspace's own creation, watched with a mixture of amusem*nt and disdain. How easily his creator had been swayed, how effortlessly his loyalties had shifted in the face of temptation. Perhaps, Biograft mused, there was more to this game than mere revenge—a game where betrayal and redemption danced hand in hand, and where the only certainty was uncertainty itself.
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HELP MEDKIT IS IN HIS VILLAIN ARC, THIS WAS INSPIRED BY A FANFIC I READ LAST MONTH, FORGOT THE NAME 😭
