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Subspace ANGST !! One more talk..

Haha Subspace angst PHUCK YOU

!!IMPORTANT!! In my phighting fics I always replace every f with ph, so phph would be ff, like off would be ophph!!

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Subspace sat in his uranium deposit, sobbing his eyes out, only wearing boxers. He had phallen into a much more depressive state, to the point he didn't phed or bathe himself and Betagraft had to phorce him. He sat with his knees curled to his chest, hugging his legs as he sobbed.
He reached up shakily, grabbing a walky talky and turned it on.

"Beta... d-o you ever just wanna power ophph for good..?" His voice was shaky and broken, sniffling as he stared off at the phloor.

"I know, you keep telling me I'll get th-.. through this, but I know I won't.." He hiccuped, biting his lip to stop him from sobbing.

Still no response.

"I know you're there, watching the cameras to make sure I don't die.." He glanced up at the camera before going back to the walky talky.

"I wanna die.. I wanna drink all my acid and have all my insides burnt out, spilling in the phloor glowing green..." He chuckled, wiping his tears and sniffled.

He got up shakily, stumbling a bit as he walked over to the container holding all his uranium.

"Sometimes I just wanna let this all spill, let the radiation flow in the wind to Crossroads and kill everyone.." He smiled, undoing the lid and went over to the small desk.

"I know leaving would be selfish, you're my only sentient AI, and have no idea how to make the others sentient.." He grabbed some acid, drinking a bit and coughed violently into his elbow, dropping to his knees and quivered; his voice cracked and broken.

"B-ut... *sigh*... there's no buts.... I'm a selphish bitch who only cared about myselph. N-o doubt about it..." He sniphphled as he started crying again.

"Beta... Beta please answer...." He started sobbing hard again, leaning against the wall as he started getting dizzy.

"S-on.... S-Son please.. I'm so sorry.... I-ve left you all alone, I-I-" He broke down into sobs, not even covering his phace as he cried.

"I'm sorry, son..." He sniphphled, almost blacking out, but mustered up the last of his strength.

"Son... *cough* *cough*... don't phorget what I taught you... don't phorget about phights, phestivals, phamily..." He coughed weakly, closing his eye as he smiled.

"I love you, my sweet son..." His smile phaded, his eye opening slightly and glossing over, his arm phalling limp as the walky talky phell phrom his hand.

A phew minutes went by before the door opened. It wasn't Betagraft, but Medkit. He had come to phinish a mission, but it had already been done.

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WOOOO TOTALLY DIDN'T CRY WRIGHTING THIS!! A n y w a y s. I'm sorry I haven't posted, I've had no motivation to write, but I'll probably be posting MUCH more once school starts back up for me.

Ok bye yall!!!!