Music blared throughout the mall, your arm being gripped onto by none other than your former work partner — and current enemy — Subspace. The entire reason you were all here was to fight each other, but apparently Slingshot just "hadn't been feeling it" and now you were... shopping.

What an odd thing, phights were these days.

Subspace's claws curled into your skin, the blackened tips digging in just an uncomfortable amount. You shoot him a glare— he's too occupied observing his creation, some mass-produced scrap metal he claimed was his child. He'd given Biograft clear, concise instructions. No killing, only shopping, and this was the only time the little war machine would get to have a nice and peaceful break.

She now walked beside the two, remaining close to Subspace's side like a well-trained hound. The robot's eyes flicked through stores of the mall, it's loud voice sharp as it spoke to Subspace every so often, asking to visit a store or to enter a different part of the mall. You huff, not seeing why you had to be part of this. Couldn't Biograft survive alone?? He'd be fine— he didn't even need your healing!

"Yes, my creation! Go on— go ahead, then!!" Subspace cheerfully trilled as Biograft turned and ran off to a different store for the millionth time. He gave you a side-glance and shifted, claws pricking at your skin a little firmer. You look at him.