《 I SPAWN AS WHO?! 》

• Studies • - Chapter 4

It's morning, I can tell by the clock. Couldn't sleep for the night after that dream. I felt like crap for not sleeping. Less energy, coffee can't fix this, it just may make it worse. Laying in the comfortable sheets, my eyes half lid. Maybe I can sleep- an alarm. An alarm from the clock, it's too late. Sitting up and standing with the help of a cane by my side. Going to the bathroom, time to do like I do in my last life. Except the job is right out the door, literally.

About to strip off my clothes for the shower, wait... weewee check. Peeking down my pants and letting out a whistle at the sight. After showering, I looked through the wardrobe and remembered that the doctor recommended comfy clothes rather than Subspace's average clothes. Choosing the comfy clothes has been done and immediately going to the mirror. Even did a pose, well not a full pose since weak legs aren't helpful.

I finally left the comfort of my room and struggled a bit, but fine in the end. I won't fall like an elderly. Watching biografts do whatever Subspace told them to do before his incident. It was interesting, knowing that if Subspace died, what would the biografts do? Probably not care and continue with the commands, they're not sentient. They can't feel emotions. They're just going by code.

Truth hurts, but truth must be accepted. I looked around the room, maybe there could be something to help me with something. I don't know how to mechanic, maybe a book alongside other things that Subspace left can help me. Even though I'm reluctant, I should carry on Subspace's plans, but I'm hesitant. I'm the new one, one with more mentality and morals.

His consequences have carried to me, unfortunately. Like now I'm supposed to deal with his Medkit problem. Not to mention, the people of Blackrock. I wish I didn't have Subspace. I could have any of the less problematic people, but the unknown force said to deal with it. Not to mention that I'm slowly dying of poison. Welcome to my new life that I didn't consent to.

I looked through papers and studied each one, with how to create and fix. It's going to be a short read, I think.

It was not a short read, I have been so focused that I lost time. Reading line by line and to details. Wanting to understand by full, maybe my dad's teaching while fixing the car is useful. Okay, maybe not when I only focused on most of it. But still... useful. Better than nothing, better than being helpless. Now I read, just read without a break. I mean on the phighting wiki, it says that demons don't have needs like humans. They don't need food or water. Plus they only produce sweat. Just sitting in my chair while reading. Again and again, do it again.

Reading like I'm running out of time. Knowing that maybe I can take small steps as I recover my legs. I hope that my recovery will be slow. I don't wanna screw up in phights, I don't want to be the reason the team lost. Not to be a failure. Wait, still reading. No time to drift my mind, despite it being cluttered. I wish it wasn't.

I'm hella quiet. Maybe too quiet, with the background playing behind me, while I am flipping pages of paper. That's a lot of paper, I'm surprised that I didn't get a papercut.

Maybe I should stop, but I didn't. Just kept on reading, ignoring time passing. Wanting to understand fully. Yet sometimes the papers made me cringe, the details of some papers about experiments. The way the details of guts and blood from the victim. I immediately put down the papers after that. Not want to look at it because I know I can conclude that blood is on my hands. Whether I like it or not, it will be there because it is what the old Subspace did.

I want to change, but I don't know what the others say. I'm not Subspace but at the same time, I am since I'm in his body. I need to plan, plan something at least. I can't walk around expecting everything to come to place. This isn't some perfect movie where the FL or ML gets what they want without a plan. Need to play cards right or fate will just take me away.

What does happen when I die? Will someone else take this place? Those questions cannot be answered. Since I would need to die. That thought brings shivers down my spine. It would be painful to die knowing that someone could be next.

I got up and went back to my room since I had nothing else to do. Other than to figure something for entertainment. What should I do? Maybe talk to another- never mind my throat is still healing. I never learned sign language or Morse code.

I don't wanna go outside, because it's Blackrock. It's cold and I'm gonna die of hypothermia from the consistent storms. No one wants to see a dead Subspace in the snow, well except for some. But still, not pretty at all and not a good look.

Entering my room after doing nothing but reading all day. Wow, I'm such a good member of Blackrock and so productive. Sitting on my bed and contemplating about the future. Though I know I have a plan and one goal to do in this world of phighting. This world is called Inpherno with gods all different and control elements. Though, maybe for now these days, can be my training arc. I may be a scientist, but not one who does robotics. With now knowledge from papers and just papers, I can understand most without helplessness.

I want to live, live as long as I can. To see this world of phighting without a screen. I want to see the outside, outside the lab. But for now, I need to heal.

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I'm doing well and focusing on different writings. Also, where did you all come from? I'm shaking and kicking my feet.