An unfortunate outcome. || Phighting

The doctors sorrow.

Footsteps against a metallic floor echoed through the empty hallways. A horned figured had been hurriedly making his way through the maze like building to his office.
A medical bag in one hand, files and papers in his other. Bearing a set of sharp, lime green horns. An earring bouncing on one as the man walked.
This was none other than the doctor, Medkit. Although having a PhD, Medkit had not gotten a proper doctors licencing to properly call himself such. Not that this factor had mattered much to him.
Visible from the faint eyebags under his dotted eye, the man was heavily lacking in sleep.
He didn't recall how long it was ago since him and.. that man had found the crystals. Because Medkits memory had begun to grow faulty from the abuse of his sleep schedule.
Entering his room, the man dropped anything that he was holding. Biting at his knuckles until they were red and raw.
He didn't want to remember why he was thinking back on such an atrocious incident today but something about that battle he was in earlier triggered.. something in the medics head. He knew what it was. But he was trying so hard to deny it.

He'd denied anyone any private visits, stating that anyone with lasting effects or injuries should situate themselves in the medical bay. Where other trained professionals could handle them.
Putting his hands on the sides of his head, Medkit paced back and fourth through his office. Trying to release these pent up emotions he couldn't quite pin down, Medkit had found himself knocking belongings of desks over. Throwing anything he could get his hands on that didn't require too much effort.
Clawing and biting at his hands.
Anything!
Anything he could do to calm down, he would be all there for it.
Taking a seat at his desk, a hand on his patched up eye. He tried and tried not to recall the events of the game. Desperately, his mind fought back against his wishes to figure out what had triggered him to recall such a face. Such a traumatic event in his life. A friendship destroying event.
He kept thinking. Thinking long and hard about what had happened.

The arena they were fighting in was Doomspire.
Their goal? Conquer.
Capturing the point was easy enough. It was very straightforward and people had learned to avoid the plane when it's oncoming.
However.. there was very little place to hide. People tended to gather right down in the center and fight to the death to insure their team the victory. That's where the danger came from.

It was hard for Medkit to survive in an area with so few spots to hide. Especially with the added factor of everyone being directly on the point. However usually he didn't let this get to him.
He'd stay behind alley lines, and heal them when they needed it. It was fairly simple.
Usually he could identify enemy faces fairly easily to see who they're up against.
Medkit was fairly focused on the fight and his team until a certain line struck through his ears like a bullet.

"Did the poison phinally get ya?!"

Followed by an almost sadistic cackle.

Medkit didn't want to.. no. No Medkit had refused to believe that rat bastard had found his way to the Playground to attend the Phights.
He was supposed to be in Blackrock. Far away from this place. This was his only safe haven.
Ducking down behind a flight of stairs to catch his bearings. Medkit took the time to reload his gun.
Once again.. he heard that same deranged laugh followed by another call to the enemy team.

"Just as I calculated!!"

It was unmistakable. That man had come from Blackrock to participate in the Phights.
If he's here.. he must've found a way to harness the crystals energy for bad.
They'd be in for a long fight this battle with him.

{ **ONE MINUTE REMAINING.** }

Hearing the call of the announcer, declaring the fight had reached overtime and was going to end very soon. Medkit rushed behind his teammates to use his Phinisher.
Their team was falling behind. If they didn't put their back into it they'd lose this phight.
Medkit didn't want that but he just couldn't get his head in the game.
Was Subspace really here? Or was this some.. ptsd flashback?
Maybe he was just hearing things I mean. He hadn't actually SEEN Subspace yet. It could just be his imagination toying with him.
At the idea of it being imaginary, if only for a moment, Medkit had calmed down. Managing to put more effort into the phight.
Escaping the battle to hide behind the stairwell again to focus on reloading.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Medkit felt himself thrown against the wall. Something clamped around his neck.
When he opened his remaining eye, low and behold. None other than Subspace himself was here. Having pinned him to the wall by his throat.