(Medkit POV. or not. idrc)

Well, this wasn’t ideal.

The last thing you remembered before ending up here was going into one of crossroad’s alleyways to have a smoke. Today was quite stressful. Everything was pissing you off today.

As you leant against the cold, slightly grimy wall, you lit a cigarette. As you inhaled the smoke, the hot air flooding your mouth, you immediately felt calmer. You exhaled a cloud of smoke, adding a touch of fog to the already mysterious alleyway. You were there for a few minutes, when you eventually decided to go back home. You felt much better. In a relaxed motion, you dropped the cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with the heel of your shoe. However, just as you were about to head home, something heavy hit you over the back of your head, causing you to black out cold. A moment of silence was present before a sadistic, mocking laugh emerged from the wretched throat of your arch nemesis, Subspace. Still having you unconscious, he grabbed you by the ankle and slowly dragged you away, where no one would hear you. Not your screams. Not your cries for help. *Nothing.

As you feel your consciousness start to re-enter your body, you groan softly upon feeling the throbbing pain in the back of your head. As you attempt to lift your hand to feel for collateral damage, you find that you can’t, as your hands are tied behind your back. Shocked, you tried to stand up, however, that isn’t possible either, as you find that your ankles are tied to the legs of the chair too. Just great. Now you’re starting to panic slightly. As you look around the room, you notice how dark and grimy the room looks. Not an ideal place to be in. You let out a shaky breath, trying to look for potential exits. It’s too dark to see. All you have is a simple, dim lightbulb above you. You don’t know how long you’ve already been here for, but one thing’s certain: you don’t want to be here any longer. Suddenly, you find yourself looking at a slightly cracked-open door. As the door swings open, you find yourself staring at… Subspace?… How did he find you?… Your eye widens. As he makes eye contact with you, he grins sharply under his gas mask. He struts over to you, a playful, yet sadistic glint in his eye.

“well well well… you’re finally awake!~ hello, meddyyy!!~♪”

He teases in a singsong voice, putting a sharp finger under your chin, ensuring that you’re looking at him. Shit. You don’t know what he has planned for you, but you do know that you don’t want to stick around to find out. ◆°.