roblox x reader thingies...!!

subspace

cant wait for this little freak to die in story mode /pos
mc the doctor...!!
SUBSPACE... IS OOC... a little. i like making him feel and not be a flat character my bad
INACCURATE MEDICAL CARE!!!! IM NOT A PROFESSIONAL!!!!
again, this is written in second person !!!
AND IM DEVIATING FROM CANON!!! phights are canon. here and in my mind. spawning too!

usage of 2nd person!!!!!!!

warnings!
description of injuries
mentions of blood. a lot of the time
and death
and rot
violence in general

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Snow piled everywhere- it had to be one of the coldest days today, even if it was always cold. Subspace felt like he was freezing in the car, along with being smushed to the door because Biograft and Hyperlaser just had to be with him in the back seat. His robot's side was so, so cold against him.

The scientist was less than pleased, grumbling to himself the entire time as he watched the industrial city, filled to the brim with snow. They were finally getting close to the heart of Blackrock, sadly not the lab, but that was because today was his doctor's check-up; he especially needed it after the phight he was returning from.

He was sure his rotten arm was fully shattered, his side was bruised as well, ribs aching, having messily dodged a certain warden's wrath moments before the round ended. Thank SFOTH that brute had a blindfold, if he was actually aiming Subspace would have half of his body missing. He refused to let any of the healers over at the scene actually help him; he wasn't letting that plant lady anywhere near him, even less him. Though, even if the inventor asked nicely, the latter would've told him to get out of his face immediately.

Subspace can't wait to see your reaction when he walks in with his arm barely connected to his body. He's going to have such a good laugh, looking at your utter mortification- he's smiling just thinking about it.

The lights coming through the car's windows got brighter, making him flinch and squint his eyes. There were a lot of people outside, some Biografts standing in the middle of the busy streets to monitor.

...A lot of people are going to watch him cling to Biograft for his life. Oh, that's going to be embarrassing.

The scientist grunted when the driver suddenly hit the brakes in front of the hospital he was oh-so-familiar with, nearly hitting his face against the back of the latter's seat. A gruff came from the demon on the wheel, announcing that their destination had been reached.

Subspace scoffed at their cold tone, opening the door with his uninjured hand and trying to slowly get out. He nearly fell to the floor, but Biograft was right behind him, grabbing him by the back of his turtleneck like a kitten getting grabbed by the scruff.

This is humiliating...! It's even worse that his machine decided to pick him up bridal style The noise had the people waiting along the hospital's halls staring at them. It was annoying; had they never seen a Biograft carry someone?

Subspace observed the demons in the hall: a few doctors, patients... an older-looking demon, who was sitting on a chair near the front desk, had covered a nearby youngin's eyes, giving him a disgusted look. He wanted to laugh, his arm couldn't look that gross.

People covered their noses as he walked by, too. Disrespectful much?

The secretary gave a lame greeting as they heard the heavy metal steps of a Biograft, scrunching their nose before they looked up. They made a face at his injuries. While his arm was covered up, it still didn't hide the pink rot that was his skin on the limb- and it looked... really badly twisted, generally. Some bones are sticking out.