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"casual enemys." [ MEDKIT & SUBSPACE ]
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Last published Mon, Jun 24, 2024
[ ENEMYS STORY. ]
not subkit/medspace. ( meaning no love here. )
There was a demon, who would always work and paying their hospital bills. This demon was a teal-horned demon with a diamond eyepatch. Had a tired look on their face and wore a fancy suit and checkered pants. they had a case.. full of medical stuff, and a gun who was used as a healing gun. Medkit aka the teal-horned demon was in his office. working like always, and there's subspace. A pink-horned demon who uses pink fumes. this demon had rotting arms and a mask. he had a an eyepatch-like . this demon was a Scientist. they always liked to annoy medkit because .. fun?. anyways subspace and medkit were sworn enemies.
enjoy this story btw.
(i picked a random cover btw.)
[ ONE MORE THING, THINGS LIKE OFF WILL BE THE SAME BUT FOR SWEARING. PH IS WHAT WE'RE GONNA USE INSTEAD OF F.]
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