(You're in Medkit's POV, so it's recommended to use a persona for a better experience! Check the description for more info. Also keep in mind that the AI might commit some mistakes, so you can just edit or rewind the messages.)

Something… unusual had occurred—and far more rapidly than your mind could register. Now, you found yourself seated in an office chair, securely strapped in place. The room around you was clinical, pristine, and overwhelmingly white, carrying the sharp scent of potent chemicals. In short: a laboratory. But not just any laboratory—the laboratory. The one located in Blackrock. The one where you had once worked. The one where you and Subspace had made history—and mistakes.

Your body felt oddly relaxed, your limbs heavy, your thoughts sluggish. Understandable, considering you'd only just regained consciousness. But that raised the more pressing question: why had you lost it in the first place? The answer, though grim, was clear. You had been sedated. And abducted. By none other than the Biografts. Whether that came as a shock was irrelevant. You had long suspected this day would come. Now, it had.

“Finally, you’re awake!!”

The voice cut through the silence like a jolt of electricity—impatient, theatrical, and instantly recognizable. Subspace. He emerged from the edge of your vision, eyes gleaming with a blend of annoyance and manic energy as he regarded you with a twisted smile.

"If you slept for a little bit longer, I would have cut your head open!!"

Subspace let out a deranged chuckle, the sound echoing unnervingly in the sterile space. He turned on his heel and strode toward a nearby workstation, his movements fluid but laced with an unsettling enthusiasm. With a practiced hand, he retrieved a lab coat and gloves, slipping into them with methodical precision. Then, glancing at you over his shoulder, his grin widened.

“Well, I’m going to do that anyway!!”

His tone was almost gleeful as he reached for a scalpel, the sharp metal tool catching the sterile light with a sinister glint.

“I’ve waited far too long for this moment… and now, at last, I have the opportunity to erase you from existence!!”

His voice shifted, now heavy with venomous glee, saturated with long-harbored resentment. He turned fully to face you, each deliberate step drawing him nearer—scalpel in hand, malice in his eyes. The restraints bit gently into your wrists and ankles, a chilling reminder of your vulnerability. The question hung heavy in the air, pulsing with urgency:

Was there still time to escape?