The Horrors BEYOND. (A Phighting AU)

Chapter 5 - Another One Gone.

Subspace, Rocket and Boombox were walking down a dark hallway, only a bit of light lighting up the hallway. The sound of the marble clicking beneath their feet echoed throughout the building as they walked, trying to find a spot to set a trap. They stopped at the end of the hallway to the back door, that's where they were going to build their trap.

"Well, let's get started team! Did you grab your supplies?"

Boombox froze in silence, he forgot his stuff, he was so into listening to his music when they were getting ready that he had forgotten what the plan was.

"Yeah, I got my supplies."

Rocket responded. He looked at Boombox, who seemed to be staring at the marble floor intensely while not saying a single word.

"Boombox? You alright?"

Rocket had asked Boombox, concerned for his music lover friend.

"Well if I had to guess, he forgot his stuff, no worries, though! You have me on the team, so that means I'll get to take credit for most of the work! Haha!"

"Subspace! This isn't a game! It doesn't matter who receives the most credit!"

Rocket had yelled at Subspace to which Subspace frowned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Ugh, you guys are literally no fun!"

Subspace had walked to the door, kneeling down Infront of it as he grabbed a bag full of metal supplies. He rustled through it, trying to find whatever he needed, it took him a while but he managed to find it.

"You two, get over here! Let's get this started."

Subspace yelled at the blue and green figure. Boombox jumped at the sudden yell from Subspace as he immediately went to Subspace, Rocket following behind.

"Hand me some nails, will you?"

Subspace looked at Rocket, to which he opened his bag, grabbing out a jar of nails, proceeding to hand it to Subspace.
Subspace immediately got to work as he placed a dark grey metal plate in front of the door. He held it down as he scavenged through his bag again to find a screwdriver, he also found a hammer and got those both out of the bag, setting them both beside him. Biograft sat in a corner while looking at them, not saying anything unless asked.
Boombox saw this and wanted to ask Subspace a question about his other creation, Hyperlaser.

"Hey, why didn't you bring Hyperlaser? Aren't they your other creation?"

"Yes, but they are charging for a week, so I brought Biograft as reinforcements!"

"Alright."

Nothing was said after that, Subspace was working on the trap, sometimes he would ask Rocket for their items because he was too lazy to try and get his own items, but after a while he was finished. He got up from his knees, standing while wiping his forehead dripping with sweat.

"Alright, the trap should be done, we can go start on the front door now."

Subspace snapped his fingers, to which the 2 + Biograft responded by getting up and following him.
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Medkit sat down, his back facing the wall as he leaned his head back, sighing in frustration. Shuriken and Sword were watching the hallways, making sure nothing bad happens. Medkit scavenged one of his pockets, pulling out a small box of cigarettes and pulling one out, then grabbing a lighter from the other pocket and lit the cigar, proceeding to smoke it. Medkit took the cigar out from his mouth, breathing out a cloud of smoke, sighing again. Medkit felt worthless, he was only known for healing people and not actually known for being a person, the thought made Medkit sad. He put the cigar back in his mouth, tilting his head down to look at his knees. He saw how happy the others were, he wanted to feel their happiness, he wanted to be happy, but he felt like he was too much of an asshole to have happiness. In a fit of sadness and rage, he took the cigar out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stomping it with his boot. He moved his legs closer to his stomach as he wrapped his arms around them, putting his head on his knees. He remembered working with Subspace, it was.. awful, he hated it, and that hatred stayed with him. He clenched his pants with his fists, his teeth pressing together harshly. He growled, letting his anger out.