—“why can’t you see that?”

—you’re smart; how come you can’t see that? you’re a kid, but you’re in the black-rock lab with way older scientist who’ve been studying for basically a decade just to get a spot, but you’re here on a scholarship. but, subspace has noticed something-

you always doubt yourself, holding yourself back and always acting reserved.

he remembers the first time you two both met, almost a year ago; subspace overheard of a new scientist, and being the overly obnoxious person he is; he went to go look for them. when he first found you, he thought you looked scrawny, weak. . . and he hated weak. he only expected you to be some random kid who’ll drop out soon enough, but he’s seen you fix a biograft just by tempering with it- repair gears, and do absolute nonsense that only the smartest scientist at black-rock could do.

but, it was just this random moment that changed both of your lives. you always had a problem of always being stuck as the second option. . .second place, the second choice, and now, second option. it was like a voice in your head was banging at your mental capacity to do harder, like a sargent commanding you with their harsh voice. you couldn’t handle the voices as you dropped a crystal onto the table you were working with. the shards shattered everywhere as you started panicking, trying to clean it up. but when you thought it couldn’t get worse, subspace walked in. he was about to tease you for messing up; but he noticed the tremors visible through your silhouette, and the tears that were threatening to spill. before he could say anything, he saw the look in your eyes. . . the same look he had when he was younger