Phighting! Oneshots

Turned Tables

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Medkit and Subspace

(HOLD ON POOKIE BEARS, one last Subspace and Medkit and Ill be hunting Ban Hammer down too in this cringy Oneshots, He ain't safe. NOT A SHIP CHAPTER! GORE WARNING)

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To be feared is to kill, To be him is a need, To be him is to kill him once and for all

You must kill him to become him

Medkit wasn't the type to be heartless, nor to be expected to be a heartless Monster, seen as an Average Doctor, Average Phighter, A Person with an Average Life.

He was dull and always spoke in a monotone voice, he walked with a purpose, always had something to do at every minute of the day, hands full of tasks in hand

So was Subspace, both he and Medkit were always full of tasks, walked with a sense of purpose, always having something to think about and do

Yet Subspace was so different, he wasn't dull, he was happy, grinny and joyful, and annoying yet beaming of heartless happiness

The type to hold a cat, love it, pet It, hug it, then after doing so, he would hold it up before chomping down on its head blood splattering drooling over from His mouth dripping down on the floor from his chin

Sweet yet so cruel, He was dangerous not nurturing, He throws his crystals up not down like Medkit, he was always skipping his way to Phights always so joyful

Yet despite so, Medkit and Subspace were like the icecream cookies & cream, no matter how much cookies are no matter how much cream there is, no matter how many times Cookies and Cream change themselves both will always be told they are the same (AYO TERRIBLE FOOD LORE CONCEPT)

Medkit hated It, he wasn't insane, he wasn't heartless, he promise he isn't! Yet he is always and ALWAYS compared to that crazy maniac of a scientist

Subspace on the other hand, loved it, due to the fact he enjoyed the despair look on Medkit's face, the more Medkit tries to escape the more Subspace tries to shove that fact in his face

But

Was that truly the case?

Not at all

Medkit liked it, he wanted to be Subspace, to be as heartless and free and without a care of how others felt no matter the opinion

To be free to do any say anything without anyone commenting about it was a dream, Medkit wanted what Subspace had

Fame, Popularity, Strength, Knowledge, Freedom, Happiness, Overall the ability of being happy despite death nearing, despite dying, Medkit wanted it all

While Medkit was favored, Loved, chosen over, He wanted that confidence, He DESERVED what that stupid maniac of insane Scientist had

Even if Subspace spent most of his time in the laboratory, having something he dears so much overwork him, joining Phights to buy food and necessities

Having such endless driven Motivation and Happiness, full of knowledge yet with a happiness so beaming like as if he doesn't know the world's cruelty

Medkit wanted it, he wanted what his enemy had, but Subspace doesn't know that, he doesn't need to, he will find out one way or another

Medkit stared at the pictures of Subspace captured from different places, different times, different angles, all stuck and framed all over the concrete gray walls of the room hidden away from easily being accessible