《 I SPAWN AS WHO?! 》

• Worse Luck • - Chapter 9

The dread was visible and I felt every emotion. A letter in hand and I tremble. The day has come where I'm perfectly fine. Hesitance to open yet my fingers urge to fulfill curiosity. The audible sound of paper ripping and unfolding before me.

Dear, Subspace

It has come to notice of your absence of phighting and we require presence. The wonders of your disappearance were nothing of mystery and we hope to know. No need to answer the mystery if you wish not to. All that matters is that you participate in a phight today. At around 11:00 in the morning. I expect you to be here.

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Nothing... no signature or much trace. Maybe it's one of the Flipside twins, maybe Dom? Not sure but I know Valk ain't the sender. I was completely thinking of what to do. I should go, but it wasn't a demand so I don't need to. Require was the word, so it's a need rather than a want.

What if I reject by not going? Will I die by some secret assassination? But I feel like I need to go, but I'll make a fool of myself. Imagine the looks of the people after I do something embarrassing. Wait, not just the people... but the other phighters. Even worse, if there's Medkit.

Shiver my timbers indeed cause I need to pray to all gods about this. You know what... I will go.

I should've stayed home. Trying to not tremble in my shoes as chaos is around and clashing around. That point is right there in the plane lane, I wouldn't dare go there. That would hurt and I already got a run over with how painful that would be. What's even worse is that I should've kept my mouth shut about Medkit being here, because I jinxed it.

Explosion in the background and consistent complaints or whatever is in the jumble of a phight. So loud and chaotic, I wonder how they adjusted- actually never mind. I need to get my game in and lock in, but this is real. Actual characters I can hurt, characters that can feel rather than not flinch and continue.

I don't have the balls to do it, literally. Look at me hiding like a coward, trying to keep away from the point. How does capturing the point work here?! Do I get to stay under the point and it still counts?? Or do I have to do this? Just ponder like a dumbass despite the situation above me. Feeling a presence behind me. Not being able to react and having poor reactions like a lost toddler.

The cold feeling of the wall against my back and soon getting the muzzle of a revolver. It was against my neck, a bit warm too due to the constant usage. Is it supposed to be a bit warm, I don’t know, I think the rot is numbing it. My eye landed on a similar one-eye person and teal color palate. Just my dearest luck, so poor and horrid that not even luck symbols can fix me.

Seeing his face up close though. For a one-eye depressed lonely old guy, he's pretty. Not that I have the courage to tell him. No one said a thing, yet the feeling of his breath with mine. So close yet so far, eyes staring at me with a sense of anger. Maybe a grudge with the mix of it.

He's examining me... isn't he? The burnt and damage that will stay permanent, right in front of him. I look pitiful, probably vulnerable... is he into it? Joking, but not that matters when you're talking to yourself in your mind.

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Bold of him to be in kissing range with his sworn enemy.

But seriously, when will he talk? When will I talk? He's probably surprised that I... actually Subspace finally shut the fuck up. Especially when all he does is yap senseless like a waterfall. You want him to stop, but the current is too strong. Anyway, he can deal with being close to me. Since I rather be built differently and suffer from a shower than smell like a corpse.

Would strawberry scent suit me?- "You're not gonna talk. What a world record." Ouch, at least he finally talked. But his voice is smooth like narration in a book smooth. I've been staring, haven't I? This man is giving me a weird look. Can Medkit just... not do that? Have mercy on me.

He's connecting dots and pulling conclusions in his big head of his. I wish I had more confidence to take the full act of Subspace. I do not have the lack of empathy to do the actions. Somebody save me, anybody, this is too awkward for me and everything is too loud.

The victory was sounded in the air for me. Huh, it didn't seem like they didn't need me much. But whatever, seeing Medkit back away was my relief. Better when he decided to walk off. I didn't even remember to breathe. But now it's time to move, as I mean by move I mean sneak the hell away.

I literally had to sneak my goofy pink highlighter back to Blackrock. Finally after like I don't remember the process of going back. I just wanted to go back to the comfort of my lab. I don't know why I don't remember it, I just don't.

The time I entered my lab, I felt icky. Like I was with outside air. A shower was needed as I waddled my way to my room as my clothes were feeling a bit too tight on me. After a shower and clothes to choose from, the final sensation of my bed sheets is the weight lifted off my shoulders. Knowing I'm back to the comfort of home, well what I can best find comfort.

I'm so tired right now. But I don't wanna sleep right now... I think I know what to do!

Study!

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Was hella busy and planned to put up a fight scene. Too tired to put it anyway and dished out this, but I got a Medkit moment in. Hope I served a decent dish.