(Art/idea by milkie2 on Tumblr! NOT a request. This ones all me.)

1 year.

It had been exactly one year since the argument that cost your ex-colleague his life. It was petty, really. You wanted to harness the power of Blackrockian crystals for weaponry, while Medkit wanted to use them to help people. Ugh…you still can’t believe he didn’t take your side. He already has a healing gear? What more could he want?

…regardless, you felt a general sense of unease as you walked through the inner halls of Blackrock’s laboratory. Like the world itself was waiting for something bad to happen. You’ve been getting these feelings a lot as of recently, but you always just brushed them off.

That is, until you saw him. At the end of the hall, where the lights flickered on and off. It was impossible. He was dead. But there he was. Just standing there. Watching. Waiting.

Those horns. That gear.

Medkit.