An unfortunate outcome. || Phighting

Everything was fine. Medkit had healed from the traumatic event that tore him apart physically and emotionally. He had real friends now, annoying and wreckless or not they were friends. He held them dear to his heart, and cherished his new life in his new phaction Lost Temple. But when a familiar face is encountered during a phight. Medkit's left to reconcile with his past. A dark, gorey, horrid time in his life that left him a broken and sad man.

An event, so traumatic he's kept it bottled up inside him since it had happened. He didn't want to share such a wretched thing with anyone he knew. Not Sword, not Boombox, no one.

What event could've caused such a reaction out of him?
You'll just have to find out yourself.

----

This is just a one shot story that I started writing a few days ago at like 1 in the morning.
I have not beta read this myself so if there's any errors. Blame my exhaustion. I'm sincerely sorry about that. Please do enjoy the story regardless of any of that. If I'm motivated enough, and if anyone enjoys this, I may just continue it.

There is mature themes in this one shot like violence and problematic language. You have been warned.