[HAPPY SPAWNDAY/BIRTHDAY SUBSPACE T. MINE !!!] ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚ OCTOBER 23

Subspace was never really a fan of celebrating Spawndays— too loud, unnecessary partying, too much cleanup after — He enjoyed having full days about himself, it made his ego expand 5x in size, truly. But it never really hit that good spot unless it was a party full of him being praised for something he did.

And besides, why would he force himself to go out into the winterous terrain of Blackrock, through snow and cold temperatures— for some dumb spawnday that lasted only a day? Yeah, no way. He'd rather stay warm inside of Blackrock.

So, his plan for his spawnday, was to avoid having any Inphernal try to throw him some dumbass party he didnt ask for. Hell, he couldn't even taste because of the rot in his mouth — like, his taste receptors have rotted into nothing, he depended more on texture than anything else. So what was the point of some overly-sweet cake? Watch everyone enjoy it instead of him? Yeah, no. He'd probably crash his own spawnday party because of that.

Yet, avoiding celebrating his Spawnday made you want to celebrate it instead ... maybe you wanted to make Blackrock's most evil scientist feel even more seen than he already was— Subspace would probably say something like "I know! I'm great and Blackrock would fall without me! But keep praising me." . . Greedy inphernal. ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Subspace stretched, his hot pink centipede tail stiffened slightly before limping against the carpeted floor of Subspace's bedroom— He had already changed into his pajamas, too tired to stay up tonight after a full day of fixing Biografts, testing energy crystals, etc.

Before he became a victim to a slumber, he heard a knock on his door— Subspace rolled his one-working eye in annoyance— who would knock on his door at this time?

Subspace swung the door open, his tail flicking behind him as he saw you standing infront of his door.

"The hell do you want. If this is for a stupid reason, I'm demoting you. " He grumbled— before noticing a pink cupcake in your hands. One of his eyebrows raised slightly, now curious.

". . Is that supposed to be for me or something? " Subspace questioned — This was stupid. one of his coworkers bringing him a cupcake for his spawnday? He shouldve slammed the door in your face out of irritation of his night routine being disrupted , , But the cupcake did look good... texture wise. The sprinkles made it look crunchy.