《 I SPAWN AS WHO?! 》

• Left with Internal Suffer • - Chapter 3

I can walk fine, just need a cane. The doctor said I can roam freely and out of the medical room. Though what's more important, "You won't be able to enter phights for now." That was the magic words to perk my day. Now, I'm in Subspace's lab- no, my lab. I'm the Subspace T. Mine, this is now all mine. I stood at the sight, papers on the table and files on deck, a biograft or two wandering and helping tasks. The quietness, other than the heavy footsteps or other stuff. Is this scientist heaven?

Back to sitting down now, my legs are quaking. I took a seat at the desk, looking at papers and making sure to read through them all, like a nosey gremlin I am.

Hmmmm yes. I don't understand much since I only study liquids and chemicals, but I'm pretending to understand the mechanics. Looking around and with my eye, seeing the stuff. Time to look around some things to understand and not wander like an idiot. Getting up with a groan, holding my cane to support myself. Look around, look around, and see what the hell is going on right now.

After like... 30 minutes of looking around, taking long since walking is a struggle. My weak legs are a blessing and a curse. I found my room, yes, now let’s see.

It's a mess.

Papers, and... more papers. Papercut haven I say. At least the bed is paperless. Okay, it's not bad because the furniture and bed are wonderful. It's the mess that ruins it. I will clean it... later. Later later, maybe never. Wait, I turned to the wardrobe and walked up to it with a goal. Subspace outfit check, is it slutty and glam? Or just sad. I open it quickly, wanting to see it right now. I gasped and checked the clothes, grabbing the first piece. Subspace... you whore, sleeveless turtle neck with a window. You should be lucky that you didn’t wear it in your Canon design.

Imagine the people’s reactions, the fanart, and the... fanfics. Wait does that mean I'm going to be in a... the thought shivers me.

I folded the cloth and neatly put it back in the wardrobe. Walking shakily to my bed, soon sitting down and embracing the fabric of the sheets. It felt nice, better than the medical room beds. The mattress was comfy to my preference. It seems Subspace had the same bed taste as me, lucky.

Sleep is where I go and I will lay on this bed. I wonder what to do with biografts or the other types of biografts. All or most are just for phighting, literal killer machines. Blades to cut a demon into two, that thought is horrid. Listen I'm a scientist that seen light gore and blood. But the only heavy blood and gore I've seen was in movies or animations.

Maybe I can make biografts that can help me, well I can't right now. I don't know mechanics, the only mechanic I did was bring Dad the wrench or tool. I knew I would have to study and make errors. I hope that the incident that happened to Subspace enough to die and to have me in his body, doesn't happen. I don't wanna see the light, not again.

Anyway, sleep. I tucked myself in the bed, not caring about the time since healing is more important. Even though I'm tempted to prolong my healing to not enter the phight. I hope to start running someday. Night.

•○● Nighttime ●○•

I felt like air and light. The scene is different, I could've sworn I was in bed. Feeling stuck in place, not even allowed to look around much. But I knew I was outside, the light and muffled talking from behind. I wanted to look back, yet I couldn't. I heard something clear, being able to look toward the direction. That similar black and hot pink, gas mask and eyepatch. Subspace, the actual one. The blurred figure next to him was seemingly straight-postured and a bit wary. The blurred figure, the obvious cyan color.

Subspace's words are clear, yet the other is not clear. "Say... how are you doing with suffrage? I doubt you're doing as well as me." That's all I heard when the rest felt vague. The two kept on talking, not sure what. Probably snide remarks and jabs. Hearing a chuckle and footsteps, I saw Subspace walk away. The figure turned to Subspace, hearing a sigh and finally hearing words. "You seem well, yet that ego of yours will get you."

A sudden earshot pain courses in, and the screeching is heard. It was irritating as my head felt pain. The change of environment and looking into my hands was the same hot pink vial. My legs walked fine but on their own, a trip was all. The spilling of the vial and crashing into a desk with vial after vial toppled over. Substances mixing and...

It felt burning. But with a gasp, I awaken in my bed. The feeling of my heart in my chest, the sudden adrenaline and panicked feeling. My breath was short and paused. Sitting up and hugging my legs close. Trying to calm down with deep breaths, it wasn't helping much but it was better than nothing. It felt pressure and it felt instant. I felt too shaken to sleep.

The sounds of my breathing were all I heard. It was better than dead silence. Tucking my head and sighing, feeling my heart slow down. Words I wanted to spill and share, yet if I even dare. I would be deemed insane even if the body I'm in is already labeled insane.

Why was I chosen? To redeem the man to live this body?

Why not some other psycho that fits his role?

None will answer my questions... I doubt anyone would, not even deities. Cause none seen such sight, never seen beyond the Inphinity. Never beyond... never.

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