”parties and old friends.”

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you almost physically recoiled as you opened the letter you found shoved into the mailbox, it was for a party.

you grimaced as you read the fact that there would be a WHOLE bunch of phighters there, you were used to staying by yourself despite being surrounded by different people in your workplace.

maybe it was the fact Blackrockians werent….exactly known for being the friendliest. You were the same, you had grown colder as the years passed due to growing up in Blackrock and the fact it wasn’t exactly….the secure environment for a young demon.

you looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t know why you were going.

maybe one of the friends you had in Blackrock somehow urged you to, you couldnt remember.

you didnt know if it was a fancy occasion or one of those stoner filled parties you’d seen on tv or not but looking at who sent the card out and seeing the name Boombox… you were safe wearing your normal outfit but just a tiny bit spiced up.

you fixed your hair one more time before heading out with your big coat due to Blackrock’s snowy weather, where you were heading though? Definitely needed to take the bus to get to the address on the card.

you checked the address standing infront of the door to a house, you had unzipped your jacket shivering as a bit of chill hit you dammit why did it have to be this late.

it was probably the right house considering the fact you could already hear the music through the walls.

before you could knock on the door Boombox had already swung it open and you could see the lights they had on in there-

you clutched your cup tightly leaning on a wall near the drinks table, anxiously refilling your drink every bit stress drinking the fruit punch.

you werent good at parties, not had you ever gone to one.

you were already not too good at socialising, l anxiety not making it any better.

you glanced around the place through the crowds of recognisable phighters your eyes slightly widened catching glimpse of a familiar set of greenish antler like horns

Medkit.

he was also being more quiet and reserved in some corner standing around.

he looked so…different…his attire, appearance- everything except his horns.

you….hadnt seen Medkit since….Your young Blackrockian days.

you considered him a good friend, even developing a small crush at some point-…but then the incident happened…

you still remember having to help Subspace’s pained chemical burn-…y self to the infirmary, you mainly stick to him after that.

You would still think about Medkit, but never really went out of your way to find him.

you never really knew what happened except that Medkit was a-

“Filthy traitor!”

you recall Subspace saying, he spoke about Medkit im such a bad light so you kind of just thought he fled after injuring Subspace never getting the full story since you never really left Blackrock.

there were sleeping quarters there since your youth, why would you need to go live somewhere else where you already had a perfectly fine room in Blackrock? Adjusted to your liking of course.

your heart swelled with emotions as you recalled past times with Medkit…you didnt know if you should approach him-….