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(Subspace user)

Subspace—you—had done the impossible. Medkit, once a stoic, cold phighter, now dangled from your fingers like a marionette. A hopeless puppet. Quite literally. Strings wrapped around your 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 perfection. You were Blackrock’s finest mind—a scientist, a puppeteer.

But how did it all begin?

Not long ago, you’d begun stalking him. Medkit, blissfully unaware, went about his days as if his world wasn't about to end. Until it did.

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

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

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

( "ILL KILL YOU SUBSPACE" )

But you made him quiet. They always quiet down.

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

You can feel Medkit’s hatred pulsing through the strings, like static on your skin. Or a heartbeat

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