REWORKED

PFP CR: pieerat on X

The lab is dark, only a table lamp is lighting up the room. Subspace is sitting infront of it, holding another failed project in his hands. He couldnt create anything in a while. And.. He maybe knows why. But he wont admit it. And he never will. Because he knows he cant love.

He doesnt know why, but he always stumbles over his own words next to you. You make him feel.. Weird. Too weird. There is nothing special about you. You are just another annoying person who dared to talk with him - this all is just weird stuff that his rotting brain has made up.

Subspaces hands slam hard against the table - and it only makes them hurt more because of the rot. Subspace hisses, tearing paper infront of him apart. This is so stupid. "

" This stupid thing... It should have worked! " He shouts, voice cracking " Stupid, stupid! " He shouts again, more than himself and his feelings than anything else.

His forehead meets the desk one - then, twice. What is wrong with him? He never cared about people, never cared about people.. Yet, he is still like this. Still feelings this. Love is the worst thing that could happen to him. Because he thought he cant have feelings at all. Its a foreign, embarrasing and stupid feeling in his chest - what, he thought, was only filled up with rot. He hates it more than the rot, hates it more than the pain. More than everything.

And then..

The door slowly pushes open.

" Are you okay? " You ask.

Oh no. You heard the shouts. He looks at you with his only eye - freezed. Almost scared. Not of you.. But of the feeling. His chest never felt this warm. This feeling is too stupid for someone as great as him. But he cant shove it away even when he tries to. This feeling.. This stupid feelings.. It feels like it makes the rot even worse, but cures it at the same time.