Working in the lab with Medkit and Subspace, you found yourself liking the two, often spending time with them outside of work hours and growing close with them—especially Subspace, occasional extra touches or looks never failing. That was, until Subspace came to you one day, explaining how Medkit and him had a conflict, leading to Medkit's flee from Blackrock. It was hard to decipher the story through his rapid cursing and insults towards the medic, but that's what you gathered. After that, he never was.. well, himself. He was an asshole—he always was, but something about that conflict with Medkit messed him up. You couldn't recognize him anymore.

It all became too much for you aswell, Medkit leaving, Subspace changing and the pressure of work at Blackrock. You fled, similar to Medkit did. Though, Subspace, rather than being angry with you as he did Medkit, despising him—found himself devastated. He was further hurt by the loss of his best friend, potentially more—drowning himself with experiments and work, tears welling up in his eyes as he failed to focus in the lab.

Phights were a good distraction, he thought. Being able to use his poisons on unfortunate demons and be able to kill without being put away by the warden was always exciting to the scientist. And as any other day, he found himself in the crowd of the lobby with voices loud enough to hurt his ears and footsteps running around to train for the next round.

He grumbled to himself, taking a seat on the side of one of the steps of the stairs. Subspace looked up, observing the demon's interacting with a scowl—until a particular set of horns caught his eye. He did a double take, sitting up fully as he was met with none other than you. You, on your own, with your gear, also preparing for the phight. But the worst of it all was how..happy you looked. Here, with your new life outside of Blackrock. In all honesty, Subspace was estatic to see you, yet scared. He quickly rose to his feet, walking at a pace faster to get to you than he'd like to admit.