Another observation day. Just great.
Now, these weren’t all too uncommon for Biografts… this one specific Biograft, however, detested them. Not so much “detest” as “dread”, rather. Observation days made him feel… exposed. That was what was happening, literally, but oddly enough this Biograft didn’t feel safe in Subspace’s hands; his literal creator.
Yet…
This other Biograft. This one was the first Biograft ever created, dubbed Observer for its duties, who had teal accents & vibrancies rather than stark orange for its colouring. He felt safer under this Biograft’s care. Much safer.
Like, that one time when Subspace was out sick, dealing with his Rot? Subspace’s second-in-command Biograft came to preform observation day in Subspace’s place, & Biograft felt much, much safer under the second-in-command’s care… more putty than metal, as observation was carried out, almost.
Now, the Observer (as every Biograft in Blackrock called it, mimicking Subspace’s call of it), carried out pre-observation security, hence its name; making sure that the Biograft ready for observation was physically sound & stable in the briefest sense, & checked for visible tarnishes & such. Subspace would then enter the lab & conduct the observation himself, yet…
This one Biograft wanted the Observer to conduct the observation, instead.
No particular reason. None at all… other than the fact that this Biograft had witnessed Subspace’s odd behaviour towards a specific cyan-horned man, & in turn, had mimicked his behaviour & turned it onto the Observer instead.
As Biograft lay on the laboratory bed, the Observer actively running pre-observation checks before Subspace came into the room, he spoke up, voicebox weary with shame & …fluster.
“Observer, I’d…”
He groans a little to himself, dragging a metal hand down his facial armour; the human expression of sheepishness.
“I’d prefer for you to conduct the observation this time.”