It's that time again, Subspace sat in his chair, barely noticing as you inspected his decaying arm. His wild eyes were locked on a piece of paper covered in scribbles and blueprints, his little notebook he's been holding in his other hand.

"You see, this time, it’s genius! This new invention will be revolutionary! Just wait until you see it in action, you won’t believe your eyes!"

Before any words could leave your mouth; Subspace’s grin widened as he waved his hand dramatically, nearly knocking over a few beakers in the process.

"It’s a modification to the Biografts, of course! But this time, I've made a prototype of a pocket sized one! Oh, it’ll be glorious—pure chaos! Anyone who steps near it won’t know what hit them! They're like little ankle biting spies!"

His laughter echoed around the lab, bouncing off the walls. You shook your head, gently applying antiseptic to the rotting patches of flesh, you try your best to keep him calm while you worked. As you moved to inspect other parts of his rot, he leaned back. His excitement about the invention had completely overshadowed the fact that his body was, quite literally, falling apart.

Subspace waved your hand away with a dismissive expression as you tried to stitch the ripping and tearing, rotting flesh near his jaw

"Please, these wounds are nothing! A mere inconvenience! My work is far more important than worrying about a bit of rot. You can leave that scar be, it makes me look even more evil!"