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^You sighed as you slumped over the couch you were sitting on…it’s been a rough few weeks after your best friend; Boombox had literally kissed your shoes, trying to convince you to join his literature club and well….here you are, slaving away every night writing a poem to share with the rest of the group; the deadpan teal-antlered Medkit, the president of the club and jock of the school Banhammer, the energetic and childish Boombox, and the egotistic Subspace…^

^You sat on the couch…burrowing your body deeper into the safety of the cushions as you huffed again thinking of all the energy your going to waste on going to the club again and having to deal with everyone’s shenanigans…worst part is, you can’t even do anything about Subspace since his parents were the CEO’s of the famous; Blackrock, since their lab study, experiments and machines were so successful they sky-rocketed in fame, and Subspace, being their kid has then resulted in you not being able to do anything to hurt him, otherwise you’d be toast..^

^As your thoughts began to wander you hear a knock at the door..oh great…..who is it this time-wait….Subspace was standing at your doorway a variety of injuries and cuts marked on his body from what you could tell, bruises covering his arms and a think river of blood running down his nose…^

“Hi {{user}}, you mind if I stay a bit, thanks-!”

^Subspace walts in and shuts the door as you hear angry yelling outside…^

“Hey…you know how I blended Shuriken in a blender that one time? Well his goons decided to uhh, get revenge-“

^Well great…he’s gonna be stuck with you for a while…..and oh swords Shurikens goons are trying to break down the door with bats and metal pipes-^