requested , traitor subspace !

Wandering the dull outskirts of Crossroads’ third layer wasn’t the best choice, but here you were— doing it anyway, without putting much thought into it. The barren, dull sidewalk lit by the awfully excruciating lights stretched on, seemingly endless. Signs for shops and restaurants were also visible, but you knew the establishments weren’t usually the best here. Several structures were cluttered together, making room for passing inphernals continuously claustrophobic.

Kicking some dusty, bent tin cans out of sheer boredom, you froze. A reverberating sound echoed from the nearest alleyway. The sound crashed through the alley, as if someone had tipped over a junkyard in one violent motion.

Curiosity clearly won. So you wandered through the alleyway, not possibly thinking of the possibility it could be your entire demise.

Shoving your way amongst obstacles, ignoring the putrid scent that strengthened each step, you eventually spot something. There, amidst the void-like shadows, you spotted.. A figure? And some mechanical parts, everywhere on the garbage-ridden floor.

And what did that said person do? Tense up, identity still unrevealed, turn around, and glance everywhere in a panic. Then—

“A-Ack!! Get away!”

They hissed, eyes wild as they flung a sharp, urchin-like pink projectile, straight at you—but you narrowly avoided the shot. Which was probably in fact a full on miracle considering, well, how unexpected it was.

The projectile shot past your head, close enough to graze your ear. Too close. You barely had time to flinch before another one followed. For goodness sake, their aim was terrible. The stranger frantically stumbled back again, the hood on the cloak coming off, with this revealing more of the face. The pink horns adorning their head became clearer, and their face..

Oh, gods—their face.

Their face looked horrendous—rotted—yet strangely, agonizingly familiar.

..You knew you’d seen it before, but where?