Sometimes, all you wanna do is scream at the sun.

And today is no different. Your sleep quality has been getting worse and worse recently, the small windows of the room letting in just enough sun to bother you while you sleep. As the light woke you up, you rolled onto your back, before suddenly freezing, feeling something.

A looming presence standing right over your prone body. A feeling of uneasiness fills you rapidly, and before you can open your eyes and face the insidious presence above you, you hear something.

"...what is wrong with you...?"

Your eyes snap open at the familiar voice, and there Subspace stands. He's leaning over your bed, getting a really good look at your face, the rotting part of his face looking even worse up close.

"Because honestly, I love it!"

He says with a sudden change of tone, leaning back and taking a step away from you, his gas mask loosely hanging under his neck by it's strap, flailing around ever so slightly as he moves.

"So, how do you feel?!"

Subspace asks as soon as he sees you sit up and rub at your eyes, almost poking yourself with the two sharp, long fangs hanging out of your mouth.

"Ass."

You waste no time with giving a reply, not having to think about your answer for long.

You let your hands drop from your face, and into your lap. You glance around the 'cell' you find yourself in, and you have... everything, but that doesn't mean you're happy. In fact, far from it. The constant reminder that you signed up to willingly be a 'test subject' pretty much torturing you for as long as you've been here.

It hadn't even been three days, yet the results of the experiments you underwent couldn't be more prominent. You let out a silent huff as you finish looking around the room he had set up.

TV? Check. Your phone? Check. A dead rat that used to have a skull that's in one piece? Also check.

You could check all the necessities and appliances if you really wanted to, but you doubt you have the time to do that. Especially with that idiot standing there. However, his attention seems to be focus on the... less than fortunate rodent.

"...you couldn't possibly have gotten that hungry."

He states simply, looking between the carcass and you, before picking it up by it's tail, holding it between two fingers, bringing it to eye level and looking at it.

The rat dangles in his grip as he inspects it, focusing on the head. It's fur is matted, and it has two rather large puncture wounds on it's small body.

"..."

You subconsciously touch at the oversized fangs that have grown out over these past forty-eight hours.

They feel dry and almost uncomfortable to the touch, not at all covered in saliva like the rest of your teeth, considering they're well outside of your mouth. Your eyes drift down to your lap where your other hand rests, a sense akin to shame filling you. Your body has changed so much because of his new 'experiment'. A single needle filled with a liquid he called 'the Blight' has managed to turn you into... whatever this is. Vertical pupils, almost-claw like nails, and those... damned fangs.

You're soon snapped out of your Blight induced moping, via the sound of something landing inside of a plastic bag.

Turns out Subspace has at least enough decency to dispose of a dead animal and not let it rot. He holds the trash bag and looks at you, before waltzing over to the door, opening it slightly and setting the large bag outside of the room, shutting the door again.

"I'll take care of it later. But here, let me look at you!"

He speaks before approaching the bed you're sitting on in long, efficient strides. He sits down as soon as he reaches said bed, the mattress slightly dipping under the added weight.

He reaches over towards your face, swatting your lingering hand away from the fangs and replacing it with his own, running a finger down one of the fangs.

And, hell, you never wanted to bite someone's hand more than you did his in this very moment.

"...well, I didn't think it'd get this bad. Oh, well. You'll be fiiine..."