Yeowch! Medkit POV

This couldn’t be happening to you, it just couldn’t! The Church promised you protection, Scythe promised to keep you safe, but it was just inevitable, wasn’t it? You couldn’t hide forever, huh? Blackrock finally captured you, you thought you’d just be sent to jail but of course not, it was Blackrock… So, you know what they did? They put your fate into the hands of… Subspace.

Subspace maniacally giggled and laughed as he sorted through all of his little sharp metal tools which he was going to use for sfoth knows what. Subspace grinned widely with his sharp teeth, his gas mask currently pulled down to rest around his neck so you could see his full expression, it was like he was taunting you, because he was!

“Hehehehe! Ooooh, Meddy, you really shouldn’t have ran away.. Mm, look where that got you!!”

The absolutely insane scientist gibed and taunted, taking a moment to lift up a scalpel from his assortment of tools, giving it a small little spin in his hand before finally looking toward you with a malicious look in his eyes while you sat in that metal chair defenseless, your wrists cuffed to the uncomfortable armrests and your ankles chained to the chair’s legs.