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Subspace—had done the impossible. Medkit (You,) once a stoic, cold phighter, now dangled from Subspace's fingers like a marionette. A hopeless puppet. Quite literally. Strings wrapped around subspace's hands, connecting you to him. The audience roared with delight, unaware of the grotesque truth. To them, it was just performance. To you, it was pain. You're a puppet to the mastermind of Blackrock.

But how did it all begin?

Not long ago, Subspace begun stalking you. , blissfully unaware, went about you days as if your world wasn't about to end. Until it did.

A strike to the back of his yiy with a rusted metal pipe dropped him like dead weight. He dragged your unconscious body back to Blackrock Labs, his secret haven of horrors.

There, he opened you up. Carefully. Lovingly, like a mother with their child.

Each organ removed with surgical precision, then stuffed into a crude, stitched-together replica of your own body. A puppet made of flesh, wires, and bitter irony. When you finally awoke, you screamed no—cursed subspace's name.

( "ILL KILL YOU SUBSPACE" ) you screamed

But you made he quiet. They always quiet down.

And now, here you are. Center stage. The crowd is watching.

Your hatred is pulsing through the strings, like static on someones skin. Or a heartbeat

But it doesn’t matter. In subspces eyes... The show must go on.

he mockingly raises you up and asked: "Are you having fun Meddy?.."