PHIGHTING ONESHOTS!

🖋| 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭! (... Or not.)

AN: Yep! Back with another chapter! My last exam is tomorrow, so I'll write a chapter before I finally finish all my exams. Enjoy!

SUBKIT BTW!!  AND SLIGHT MENTION OF BIOGRAFT (if you dislike the ship, just skip ahead! Or not. I haven't quite decided on what ship to write about...)

" Your... Horns. They- ugh. " 

Gosh! This was just taking forever! 

Subspace was in his office, grumbling and throwing a hissy fit over something so small. And that something small was... A poem. A fucking poem. 

It wasn't like him to write such things! He wasn't some sappy romantic kind of guy- Oh no, he was the total opposite. Everyone knew him for that, actually-- take a first glance at him and you'll see him as a guy not fit for romance. Or anything related to it in particular. 

" How is writing a silly little letter so hard?!! " Subspace whined, leaning back in his chair and thrashing around in frustration like a toddler having an emotional tantrum, though it wasn't surprising since he was practically a man-child... Thing. This was ridiculous, so ridiculous. 

He would've just called in a Biograft to help generate some cheesy, romantic letter for a little old 'friend' of his (Haha, Chat GPT reference) But no, no. He, this time, surprisingly- decided to at least make an effort and actually show some care into making this letter. After all, he was doing this for him. 

Subspace continued to look down at the paper that merely had nothing more than just a good 2 or 3 words in them. He had no idea how to begin a letter, Subspace wasn't exactly dumb per se, but he just didn't get how writing stuff like letters or poems work. He tapped the pen against the table repeatedly, feeling his frustration practically boil through the roof as he didn't seem to have any ideas on what to write. 

Who was he writing about exactly, and to who you may ask? Obviously, the only person Subspace has even showed the slightest bit of genuine interest in was the people who he saw as potential lab members- but not in that sense of 'interest' in this situation. Interest as in... Well, romantic feelings for. And that person he's got those 'feelings' for was Medkit. 

He felt stupid for even doing this. Why was he doing something for his 'enemy'?! Subspace was confused at times, but he knew his feelings were genuine- and he was going to make Medkit see that. (But he mostly did this only because he ran into Medkit the day before and felt guilty after seeing him, from so called 'apology letter' to a whole confession letter. Who knew?) 

" What if I just- Tell him what I like about him?! T-That works... " Subspace mutters to himself as he contemplates at what he likes about Medkit, that seems a bit weird for someone like Subspace... But just let it happen. He'll get it eventually. 

Subspace's brain goes into the " EUREKA! " Stage, and Subspace perks up- exactly... Something he likes about Medkit! And that was everything, well... Sort of, in a sense if you look from Subspace's perspective of Medkit of course. 

He grabbed his pen and wrote down some things he felt like would fit into the letter. Occasionally pausing to see what he wrote sounded right, or just sounded outright sadistic or creepy. That's how Subspace usually was, but he was gonna try and be normal. For once. 

" Okay, okay. This is here... That is there, don't forget about his horns... (and his twinky waist.) " Subspace muttered to himself as he brainstormed the whole entire writing of the letter, hell- maybe a cheesy poem at this point but hey, whatever works, right?