—“i-. . .i never meant to.”
subspace always looked at you with disgust.
a lab rat at best.
you were always looked at with annoyance.
some idiotic mistake.
garbage from the past.
the comments have been getting to you, the bruises have been starting to scrape at your inner flesh; when you were sent to hyperlaser’s office by your dad. just for a few hours. and in those hours, hyperlaser was closer to you than your actual dad. heck- he even knew your favorite color!
but; obviously- you’re a scientist-in-the-works, not some mushy pile of gray matter. so your sudden small smiles of when subspace would tell you to go back to hyperlaser’s office became more noticeable, subspace almost went livid.
some expendable killing-machine is trying to take black-rock’s future away from him?!
you were useless anyway. it’s better for you to go, all you did was take up space. and he knew the exact way to exterminate problems like that.
the mercenary couldn’t refuse, even if he wanted to.
when he walked up to the mercenary; he was almost giddy to the thought of the anguish that would disperse.
kill the child.
you were just walking home from who-knows-where; when you heard boots crunching against the snow. you turned around when you recognized the patern- hyperlaser. you nearly bursted towards him when you suddenly felt him hug you.
his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace- you couldn’t even comprehend when you started hearing him mumble through the static microphone of his helmet.
“. . .i- I’m sorry. . .”
you couldn’t even question when you felt his gun pressed against your head.