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"Take me back to the night we met."

—Subspace POV—

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Yelling.

 that's all i can recall from the night me and by former 'coworker' had gotten into a sort of disagreement. not to say there wasn't something between me and Medkit, however i can't see him the way i used to. He and I are no longer associated, and yet something feels wrong.. I can't exactly pinpoint it, but it's clearly something to do with that man.. I may have foggy memory of that night we parted ways, however i still have clear, vivid memories of that night we met.

Iron cafe.. a few years ago. i had a commission for my work, at a sort of banquet. and there i saw him. He stood out to me, probably because of those blue horns of his. they were rather gorgeous. I wanted to approach him, yet me being me, i wasn't too social. However, to my luck, he had came to me first. from what i remember we hit it off immediately. i was practically infatuated with Medkit...  

but with how we worked together, i don't think he felt the same... my thoughts continued to spiral constantly, all of them revolving around Medkit in some way.. i just can't get him out of my head and i'm not sure why.. he's enticing that's for sure. then, my thoughts are interrupted.

"Subspace-? hell are you doing here after hours-?"

Hyperlaser. my current coworker. he was... a character for sure. it was an understatement that we didn't get along.

"i'm working. what does it look like?"

"looks like you're daydreaming." Hyperlaser mumbled and crossed his arms, staring up at me.

"oh shut it.. what are you doing here..?" I snapped back at him. he wasn't even supposed to be in the facility we worked at. something about "not wanting to be associated" with the faction..

"i'm looking for my stuff. someone must have stolen it or something... you wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you..-?" Of course he'd assume me to be the first person to take his things.. christ, i need new coworkers.

"of course not you imbecile. why would i go through your stuff..? it's probably just trash anyways." I retorted, hoping to get a reaction out of him in some way. I dont get it, but for some reason i enjoy making people mad..."

"whatever... if i do find out it's you i'm ripping out your other eye." he spat out and then exited my office. i never understood that guy. all i really knew was that he was some sort of soldier kid that had his face fucked up... none of my business though. i glanced at the paperwork i was originally doing before i had interrupted myself with the thought of Medkit, and sighed.

"i'm going in over my head.." i thought to myself. that's all i've been doing as of late. just thinking to myself.. 

I wish medkit was here. he would help me through this paperwork..

I collect my things, and stuff them into a bag, slipping on a jacket, and then walking out of my office.. switching off the lights before i leave. maybe i should get some rest.. it would do me good.

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