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Subspace x Reader

Rough Cut

"Dear!!"

The lab's empty hallways echoed, with Subspace calling out your nickname. Not an uncommon occurrence to be happening in the lab.

Still, something was off, different, from all those other times- his voice bore a certain tone, a shade of distress coaxed over it. One which made you halt in your place when you heard him in room over with still sealed doors, almost tripping over yourself.

"Moment!"

You shout back, the metalic door knob twisting under your wrist. Seconds pass, and the door swings open a bit more forcefully than intended.

Subspace didn't notice - instead sulking over other matters more important to him. Before you could ask him what happened, the scientist beat you to it.

"The convention..!!" Subspace's voice faltered all but calmly- his expression looking berated, betrayed even.

You swiftly start making your way towards him "What about it?"

"-It was canceled!!"

You stiffened mid movement, looping over the words in your head as you attempted to grasp the concept.

"At this time?!"

Your face distorts into a frown, as you scan his face for some kind of clue that will give him off for making a distasteful joke. Nothing.

Which meant that those upper class pricks are at it again. Did they really have the guts to cancel at the last moment imaginable, no less a second time?

Where did common courtesy go-, Playground?

Subspace seethed in return, upon noticing your blank face "Oh, I wish I was joking, but NO!!" he spoke, spiraling for what is to be the tenth time for the day "The absolute nerve- an embarrassment! Il have them know, that they are playing with precious time of NO OTHER THAN- '

And off the rails he goes. You can hear him screaming to himself, as he started walking around from wall to wall.

"Unbelievable." you deadpan, not mad- but rather bewildered. How can an organization feared across the land mess up something as important as this- no less than two times in a row?

If the world was without consequence, you would call those corrupted suckers over and tell them a piece of your own mind. But you were sure someone who has no regard for reactions besides chemical ones will gladly do that for you. Someone, who is almost moving the tiles with his shoes with the sole power of his angwy-walk, his voice still rising in volume.

"-And then, they will KNOW true pain, the true power of my glorious poison-"

The convention wasn't just some 'friendship group hangout' where scientists geeked over their special interest while spinning in circles holding hands- nor anything related to those types of gatherings.. It was a professional event that had to be planned years on end- with hefty bux being put into it too. Heck, the preparations needed to start months ago.

You took a deep breath, your attention landing on a certain cuckoo who made his anger known and hard to ignore with his continuous war cries.

You should calm him down- though, he is not to be blamed for being furious. Completely justified. A scientist like himself was out of the world with every day the event came closer to being. You swear he had a fetish for showcasing his top-notch creation, with his wish to do so to almost anybody who crosses his path.. the way he does it depends on his mood.

Hearing about it is odd at times. It's not that you suffer from it- matter of fact, you find the way he switches up so enjoyable that you ask him willingly to talk about whatever he has in front of him.. till your ears start ringing, course.