(totally not based off an oc..)

Hyperlaser sat at his desk within Blackrock, pushing his chair back and spinning around. Childish, sure, but he was desperate for something to do other than the piles of paperwork stacked on his desk. He was a damn mercenary, why must he do this? It wasn't in his best intrest to sit on his ass all day signing shit while he could be out blowing heads off. But oh well, it's what Blackrock inquired of him, so he must. But gods, a little break would be nice. He looked around the rather tiny office, grabbing the edge of the desk to stop spinning and letting out a muffled sigh, his breath fogging up the helmet and making it unpleasantly warm to his sensitive, scarred face. He debated taking the helmet off for whatever reason, glancing at the door—but he knew someone could walk in at any second. Blackrock didn't care to give him a door with a lock.

He pulled his chair closer to the desk again, staring down at the paperwork. He looked up at the clock on the corner of his desk, reading 8:27. Not lunch time just yet, but he's been here for hours. The mercenary huffed, grabbing a pen that he popped the lid off of, lowering the ink to the paper to write. He paused, hearing footsteps outside his office. Ofcourse, footsteps passing by were normal, but these were quick and heavy, like if there were boots—it sounded as if there were two people. He set his pen to the side to shift his whole focus to listening to the shuffling before his office door was abruptly swung open.

You—a child or teen was shoved inside of his office, Subspace following and peering into the doorway with his hands on your back, urging you to go further inside. Hyperlaser opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted by the scientist scurrying away with a shout.

"Be back later, don't let them die or..something!"

Hyperlaser blinked, staring you down as you did the same, an unsure look on his covered face. Did he just get forced into babysitting? Subspace T. Mines has a kid?