https://archiveofourown.org/works/53768371/chapters/136221169#workskin

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Subspace opens his eyes, being met with a sharp pain in his head. He sits up, recgonizing Medkit's bedroom as he rubs his head. The last thing he remembers is seeing his brother after being drugged. Looking around, he notices no one else is in the room. Slowly getting up, his legs almost give out from the stand. Stablizing himself with the wall, he stumbles to the door, peering out. Hyperlaser, Medkit, and Katana were both sitting on the couch. Katana is the first to notice Subspace.

Katana quickly stands, making his way over to Subspace, holding his arm to support him. "Subspace, you should be in bed still." His voice is gruff through the helmet. Subspace ignores him, Medkit and Hyperlaser both at his side now. "I'm fine.." Subspace mumbles, rubbing his head. "What happened?" He asked.

"Blackrock has a new prisoner." Hyperlaser replies grimly. Subspace doesn't need to see his face to know he's smirking with satisfaction. "No, after. What happened after?" Subspace begins to get strength back, his legs less shakey. "Well, turns out Katana owns that bar. Hyper took the girl to Blackrock after knocking her out, Katana made sure to write a report to the other bars in Crossroads, warning them about her. Although, I doubt she'd ever be stepping foot in Crossroads again." Medkit fills him in. "Let me get you something for your head." He walks away into the kitchen.

Subspace looks at his brother. "How long was I out?" He asks. "Well, you passed out around.. 11:20pm, now it's like.." He checks his watch. "4:32pm." Hyper informs him. "Gods, was it that bad? What was even put in my drink? My head feels horrible." Subspace leans his head on the wall, the pounding stil there. "We.. don't know. Medkit was too worried about getting you somewhere safe along with dealing with those two other demons there with ya'll." Hyper scratches the back of his neck. "Neither of us thought to grab the drink and test it."

"Whatever it was, it was strong. I felt the effects almost right after I took a sip." Subspace sighs. "I didn't know you owned the bar, Katana." He turns to face the red demon.

"Oh, yes. My mother's father had founded it long before he had kids. It had been passed down to my uncle, and then to me. My grandfather had a very different.. style than my father's family, leading the establishment to be very different from my likings. However, it makes enough bux to support myself and future generations." Katana explains the pass-me-down bar. "You gonna pass it down to anyone once you die?" Subspace asks randomly. "I plan to. I would hate for my bloodline's work to be repossessed." Katana nods.

"Who's it gonna go to? I mean, you don't really have kids to pass it down to. Do you have any nieces or nephews?" Subspace makes conversation, his brother simply watching, deciding to sit out of the talking. "Ah, I don't. I do have something planned however. I shall not share details until finalized." Katana answers, his tail flicking.

Medkit soon reappears, a glass of water and medicine in his hands. "Here, sit down on the couch and take this." He orders. Katana and Hyper help Subspace to the couch as he sits down. Medkit basically shoves the pills in his mouth, holding the water to his lips. Subspace growls and takes a gulp before pushing it away. "I don't need to be treated like a disabled child." He hisses. His pride has been obviously damaged. "We don't know what that drug was, nor it's side effects." Medkit replies, putting the back of his hand on Subspace's forehead. "You're burning up."

"I am?" Subspace questions, feeling his own face. It was hot. "I don't even feel that bad asides from a headache and a little weak." He mumbles, half to himself. "Why am I the illby?" He complains.

"Illby?" Katana questions, confused. "Yeah, Ill-by. Everyone fusses over my health almost daily! It seems like I have everything wrong with me." Subspace huffs, slouching into the couch. "Maybe if you wouldn't poison yourself, you wouldn't have half the problems you do." Medkit scolds, sitting beside his lover. Katana and Hyperlaser sit on the second couch together.

"Oh please, not this again!" Subspace rolls his eye, crossing his arms. "I've heard this lecture from everyone and their mother." He puts his legs up on the coffee table angrily. "I have work today too. I need to go home." He looks at Medkit. "No you don't." Hyper cuts in. "I told them what happened and said you need three days to recover fully. They granded you a week." Subspace turns to his brother. "A WEEK? I'm fine now and it's only been 10 minutes!" He growls, tail thrashing in anger. "Too bad, you got a week off work. Paid." The 'paid' part sparks Medkit's interest.

"Didn't know Blackrock was able to give paid time off." He comments, venom in his voice. "That's only because Subspace is actually important to the company and they can't risk him leaving." Hyperlaser explains as Subspace gleams with pride. "Told ya, Blackrock's Greatest!" He smirks at Medkit. "But I have work I need to do, I'm gonna be so behind!" Subspace goes back to his angry self. "I'll text my boss that I'm fine and coming in later." He gets up to go find his phone, only to be pulled back down by Medkit.

"You need to rest, Subspace. That drug has obviously affected you somehow. Your entire body is burning up." Medkit's eyes narrow at the pink demon. "You really should be in bed resting right now, why don't you go do that?" Subspace glares at the doctor. "No! I feel fine, I don't want to sleep. I'm perfectly okay." He hisses. "You're just being dramatic like always."

Medkit then grabs Subspace's arm and pinches it. Subspace has no reaction. "No reaction to pain." He notes, half to himself. "That makes things more difficult." He growls. Medkit then reaches up and flicks Subspace's temple. "Ow!" Subspace growls, flinching as he rubs where the flick was. "What was that for!" He crawls to the other side of the couch, away from Medkit. "Your nerves have been numbed, except for your head. I've never seen that before." Despite Medkit's confident tone, his eye shown with worry. "That's probably why you feel fine." Standing up, he walks into the kitchen.

"That does not sound good. Subspace, I believe you should listen this time." Katana speaks up, worry laced in his voice. "A drug that can numb targetted places of your immune system does not seem safe." He frets, Hyperspace nodding in agreeance. "You might have to go to the hospital if it's real bad." His brother fears.

"No way I'm going to a hospital! I'm fine. But I do need to go to work. I need to make more adjustments to Biograft, give it more code, and work on another crystal! I don't have time to be sick, I've already wasted enough time the past few days." Subspace growls. "None of you understand how much work I have! I can't take any more breaks."

"I can help you with all of those, Subspace. We were lab partners for a reason." Medkit has entered the room again, a small cup of something in his hand. "Here, drink this." Medkit gives the cup to Subspace, who drops it as soon as Medkit lets go. They all stare in silence before Medkit grabs a pen off the coffee table and gives it to Subspace who drops that as well. "Are you doing this on purppose?" He asks. "N-No." Subspace's voice is quiet as he stares at his hand that cannot keep a grip. "Why did I drop that?" He looks up at Medkit.

"Subspace, try to stand again." Medkit orders. Subspace slowly gets up, standing. He instantly falls, being caught by Medkit. "I could just walk, why can't I stand now?" Subspace looks worridly at Medkit, his voice quieter than before. "I.. don't know. I have to check. For now you're resting. Would you two be sure he doesn't try anything, please?" Medkit looks over at Katana and Hyper, both of them nodding.

The doctor places Subspace back on the couch, laying him down. Putting a pillow under his head, Medkit grabs a blanket that was neatly draped over the back of the couch, covering Subspace up. "Don't move from here." He orders, walking into another room that Subspace wasn't familiar with.

"Sub.." Hyperlaser begins, worridly. "What did she do to you?" His voice was full of worry with a hint of a growl. "I'll tell the boss about this." He sighs, taking out his phone to text someone. Subspace lays there silently, staring at the ceiling. "Let's hope Medkit can fix you up, bud." Hyper says hopefully.

Around an hour later, Hyperlasers yells out. "FUCK!" He growls, startling both Katana and Subspace. Medkit had only left the room twice to run some other 'tests' on Subspace. "What?" Katana asks his lover. "We have a phight in 30 minutes!" Hyperlaser yells. "We have to go, we can't dip out now without getting suspended!" He gets up, rushing to the door Medkit had locked himself behind, knocking on it. Medkit opens it a second later.

"Me and Katana have to go, like right now. You have to get someone else to watch Subspace, he's tried to get up multiple times already." Hyperlaser explains to Medkit who just nods. "Alright, I'll call someone, you two can leave." He walks out of the room, following Hyperlaser back to the main area. Hyper and Katana quickly leave the house as Medkit sits beside Subspace's feet.

"Hope you don't mind getting your ears talked off." Medkit says, taking his phone out and texting someone. "Sword will be here soon." The doctor tells Subspace, resting his hand on the scientist's leg. "My mask!" Subspace sits up quickly. "I need my mask." He growls before his arms give up supporting him and he falls back down.

"No, I don't want anything restricting your breathing. Sword won't mind you without the mask." Medkit's eyes narrow at Subspace. "If you're worried about him reacting negatively, he won't." Subspace hisses in response. "I can breathe fine through my mask! It's a gas mask, it's meant to be breathed through!" He complains. "I want my mask."

"You're not getting it."

"Why not! I won't get harmed from it!"

"It still restricts your breathing, Subspace. Plus, it puts pressure and weight on your face."

"I've worn it every day for years, Medkit! Just let me have it! My body is used to it already, and it's not that heavy!"

"The answer is still no."

The two continue bickering before Subspace gives up and rolls over, using the blanket to cover his nose and everything below. Medkit sighs. "I don't understand why you're so worked up over the mask. You have a pretty face and the smell isn't there anymore."

"I need my mask." Subspace growls.

Medkit gives up on trying to reason with the demon. There's a knock at the door, causing the doctor to stand and open it, greeting Sword. "Hey, thank you for coming." Medkit says, leading Sword into the main room. "Yeah it's no problem, Rocket is at work so I had nothing to do anyway. Why am I here again?" Sword asks, sitting down on the second couch.

"Subspace is sick and insists he isn't. He keeps trying to get up which I fear might worsen his condition. Would you mind watching him, making sure he doesn't try to get up?" Medkit asks, motioning towards the covered demon.

"Yeah sure! I don't mind." Sword smiles. "I'd be happy to help, I'll try not to be too loud!" Sword takes his shoes off, getting comfy. "Thank you, Sword. I'll be in my office if you need me, don't disturb unless it's important." Medkit signals to his office before exiting back into it with the door shut.

"Soo... What happened to you?" Sword asks, trying to start a conversation. Right, he was wasted last night. "I got drugged at the bar, apparentally it was real strong and bad." Subspace fills him in, not turning to look at the red demon. "Why're you huddled up against the couch like that?" Sword asks.

"I don't have my mask on, I don't plan on letting you see." Subspace replies sourly. "Why not? I hope I'm not pushing." Sword asks, curious. "I have some.. issues.. that I'd rather not reveal. I wear my mask for a reason, but a certain someone says I can't wear it." The scientist growls.

"Well, if Med says it's bad to wear it, I'd listen to him. Every time I do something he tells me not to, something bad happens. Like this one time, he kept telling me to rest after I hurt my ankle, but I was training with my mentor and didn't want to disappoint him, so I pushed through it, and the strain of the swelling ended up making my ankle snap and break!" Sword tells the story. "And when Rocket had his accident Med-" "What accident?" Subspace cuts the red demon off, wanting to know the smaller details.

"Oh, the accident was when Rocket accidentally blew himself up in phighting tryouts, it was really bad. He lost his arm and leg! I thought he was going to die. It took him a long time to recover, but he pushed through with the help of Medkit!" Sword explains, roughly telling the story of how Rocket became half prosthetics.

"How do you know Medkit?" Subspace asks rolling over to look at Sword, still covering his lower face with the blanket.

"Oh, well! I was taking a walk one day, a few years ago. Maybe like 10? I seen someone limping towards me, all beat up before passing out. I rushed over and seen that he was the new highest bounty. His poster had just been put up that day at Crossroads! I couldn't just let him die there, so I hauled him to Zuka's house where he was nursed back to health! It was when he had just lost his eye and stuff." Sword recalls the story, leaving out most details, but going over the gist.

"Who's Zuka?" "Rocket's dad. B. Zuka, he used to be one of the top phighters before he lost his arm."

"So you met Medkit right after my.. friendship.. with him ended?" Subspace asks to confirm. "I don't know, I was never told about your history with him until fairly recently, and I still don't know the full thing." Sword looks a bit confused.

"Well, if he had just lost his eye and was all beat up, that was the day me and him had a fight. An eye for an eye!" Subspace smiles beneath the blanket, making Sword shutter a bit. "Oh well, uhm.. I guess so then. Why did you two fall out anyways? Sorry if I'm pushing boundaries."

"It's a long story, but I guess we have time. Me and Medkit used to be lab partners back at Blackrock. We'd do everything together, best friends! You'd never see us apart. However with that came a lot of problems. Medkit was never really fond of my creations." Subspace sighed. "It seemed like we fought everyday."

"Why did he hate your creations? I think your Biograft is pretty cool despite it being a pain in the ass during phights, and sometimes aggressive when I pass one in Crossroads."

"During that time, I was still trying to create my crystals, which are poison based. From being around poison so much for so long, and the sheer intensity of it, I started to have some side effects."

"Like?" Sword pushes curiously.

Subspace sighs, taking away the blanket, revealing his rotting face. "Like rot. I have more on my chest, but my body started to rot with me in it." Subspace explains, seeing Sword reel his face in disgust. "I can see why he wasn't okay with it! Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore, after years it kinda just became numb."

"Are you still.. actively rotting?"

"Yeah. Well, kinda. Medkit has been giving me some stuff that's been really helpful with it, but before that I've been rotting away for the past decade."

"Well, I'm glad it's getting better! It looks really gruesome, I bet you could scare people in phights! A lot of phighters this year lock up in fear from what I've seen. It would be a big advantage! Useful for Halloween too." Sword goes back to his usual cheery self.

"Maybe, but with that comes consequences. Rumors like me being a walking zombie spread last time my face was shown publicly, it's kind of humiliating." Subspace sights, covering his face back up.

"I think that's kind of cool! Sure it focuses on something negative, but it would make you like 10 times scarier! Since y'know, you're like an evil scientist, people might take you more seriously if you didn't dress like a 12-year-old little boy during phights."

"Hey!" Subspace growls, offended. "What's wrong with my phighting outfit!"

"Well.. it doesn't make you that intimidating." Sword stiffles a laugh, looking away. "Do you want to watch some TV?"

"After you just insulted me?" Subspace hisses. "Sure."

Sword chuckles, turning on the TV. The news channel is on, the first thing being a missing persons report. The girl that drugged Subspace last night had her picture on the screen. "Serves her right." Subspace growls.

"Huh?" Sword looks at him. "What do you mean?"

"That was the girl that drugged me. She's in Blackrock right now, probably getting tortured." He smiles grimly.

"Oh. Blackrock is kind of scary if I'm honest. I've never been there." Sword shuffles a bit. "What's it like there?"

"Cold, depressing. There's snow all-year round, the winters can get up to 8ft of snow in one night. No one there really has any care for other people, I'm lucky to have a good brother."

"Who's your brother?"

"Hyperlaser. We're not related by blood, but we're the closest thing to family we have." Subspace smiles to himself. "Whenever I was around.. 7 and he was 15, we got put together as roommates during one of the wars Blackrock had, since then it's really just been him and I."

"Roommates? Why were you roommates during a war? That seems very... unpleasant."

"We were both orphaned at a young age, and during wars, Blackrock empties out the orphanages to move the kids to some old run-down hotels in the back of the territory, furthest from the war. Same with nursing homes and hospitals, it's to limit trauma and stuff." Subspace explains.

"Ohh, that makes more sense, still kind of weird that they'd pair two kids together." Sword stretches his back. "How did you meet Meds? I know you said you were lab partners, but I'm nosy and wanna know specifics!"

"Well, when I was.. 10, I was in class learning how to become a scientist, Medkit was there too. We were friendly with eachother since we were desk mates, so I guess that's when I officially met him for the first time. We were pretty close then, but distanced whenever we got our own labs, but then rekindled when we were assigned to be lab partners." Subspace thinks for a moment, recalling past memories. "Ironic how we met at 10, were friends for 10 years, then enemies for 10 years." He snickers to himself slightly.

"10-10-10, birth:life:death, also associated with a soul mate or twin flame connections." Sword smiles. "Your relationship with him started, thrived, died, and now rebirthed."

"That was cheesy." Subspace answers, "but sweet I guess." He turns his attention to the TV. "This is boring, I've been laying here all day." He complains.

"I can try to find a game if you'd like." Sword offers, grabbing the remote and tossing it beside Subspace. "You can change the channel, I don't mind."

"What I want to do is stand up." Subspace grumbles, changing the channel to a random science documentary. "Arctic sinkholes. I've seen this one beyond 100 times." He hisses, angrily setting the remote down. "Can you get Medkit for me?" He asks Sword.

"Uhm sure, but he said important reasons only." Sword stands up, walking over to Medkit's office. "Just get him!" Subspace growls. Sword quickly knocks on the door, Medkit opening it quickly. "What?"

"Subspace asked me to get your attention for him." Sword answers, following Medkit as the doctor walks into the main room. "What?" He asks, looking at Subspace.

"I'm hungry." Subspace glares at the doctor. He obviously wants to be a pain in the ass. Medkit sighs, "and you couldn't of gotten Sword to get you food?" He glares back at the currently disabled scientist.

"Well it's not his house, it's rude to ask anyone thats not the host to serve another guest!" Subspace bats his eyes innocently, smiling under the blanket that still covers his face. "You resemble a pest closer than what you claim." Medkit growls, walking into the kitchen to get Subspace some food.

"You could of asked me to get you somethin', I don't mind helpin' you out!" Sword tells the scientist, sitting back down where he was before. "I'm not hungry, I just wanted to distract him from his work." Subspace admits happily. "Why? He seems stressed and busy." Sword blinks at the pink demon.

"So? He shouldn't be worryin' his ass over me when I'm perfectly fine! Not the first time I've gotten drugged at a bar." Subspace sits up, struggling for a bit before managing, being sure to keep the blanket over his lower face. "I mean, being a doctor is kinda his job, so why wouldn't he worry over you?" Sword scratches the back of his neck. He didn't quite understand Subspace's motives behind the blantant ignorance. "Also why do you keep the blanket over your face, you've already shown me whats underneat it, and I assume Medkit has seen as well."

"I just prefer to have it here." Subspace shrugs. "And Medkit hates being a doctor, he considers his blessing a curse!" Subspace giggles.

Medkit soon enters the room, sitting beside Subspace. "You know the door was open and I could hear you, right?" He growls, setting a plate of food on the table beside him. "Oh, really? It's rude to eavesdrop, Meddy!" Subspace smirks, his eyes hinting in malice. "You're in my house, I can eavesdrop if I want to." The medic stares back at the scientist in annoyance.

Grabbing the blanket, Medkit takes it away from Subspace. "I found the drug used on you, and I know you know what it is." He grumbles, basically force feeding Subspace the food he brought. Subspace fights back, keeping his mouth shut and turning his head away. "I can feed myself!" He hisses angrily.

"Fine, try it." Medkit holds out the spoon for Subspace to grab. Subspace grabs it, but it falls out of his hand as soon as Medkit lets go. "Your muscles are nearly numb, Subspace. You can't do anything for at least another 6 hours, you know that." The doctor glares at the scientist.

"I bet 10 bux I can walk across the room without falling." Subspace's eyes narrow in a challenge. "Really now?" Medkit's eyes narrow back. He then looks at Sword, "Sword what's your stand on this?"

"Huh? Oh uhm.. well I have to trust the doctor so..." Sword answers nervously. "You in on the bet, then?" Subspace asks him, to which Sword challengingly nods.

Subspace smirks, standing up with the help of Medkit's shoulder. Taking something out of his pocket and carelessly dropping it on the ground, he engulfs into an aura of pink, using his mist-walk ability to easily get to the other side of the room. Now standing against the far wall, he looks at the other two demons in triumph. "I think you both owe me 10 bux!" He chimes.

"You cheated!" Medkit growls. "Walk back then! Without your mist-walk!"

"That wasn't a part of the deal! You never said I couldn't use my mist! The only rule was to not fall." Subspace challenges. "I believe my aiblity is called mist-WALK, meaning I walked it."

Sword sadly takes his wallet out of his pocket, "a deals a deal." He slowly puts 10 bux on the table, accepting his defeat. "I'm not paying a cheater." Medkit hisses, crossing his arms.

"A deals a deal Meddy!" Subspace chimes maliciously, taking another crystal out of his pocket to mist-walk back onto the couch beside the teal demon. "Pay up." He happily takes the 10 bux Sword had left on the table.

Medkit rolls his eyes, growling as he takes his wallet out and hands Subspace 10 bux. "I despise you." He scoffs. "Wow!" Subspace looks hurt, dramatically putting his hand on his chest. "All because I proved you wrong?! I'm hurt, Medkit!" He lets himself fall back onto the couch, now in a laying position, his legs over Medkit's lap. "Sword, can you believe him!" He whines, looking at the red demon.

"Wow, Medkit. I thought you were better than this!" Sword crosses his arms, looking away from the deer-like demon. "You two are going to be the death of me." Medkit sighs lifting Subspace's legs and standing up. "Sadly, the drug doesn't have any permanate affects, so you just have to wait it out, Sub." He puts his hand on his hip, looking down at the pink demon.

"Does that mean I can have my mask now?" He asks hopefully. "No." Medkit turns away, going back into his office. "WHY NOT?" Subspace yells after him, getting no reply. "Sword, would you be a good friend and get me my mask please!" He turns to the red demon, batting his eyes.

"I mean, he just said no so..." Sword looks at the door Medkit disappeared into. "But.. I guess I could." Getting up, Sword walks into the kitchen to grab Subspace's mask off the table. He had seen it when he walked in. Grabbing it, he walks back into the room, tossing the mask to Subspace who happily takes it and puts it on.

Exhaling a pleased sigh, Subspace happily relaxes. "Finally! It doesn't feel right to not wear my mask."

"How long have you even been wearing it?" Sword asks, curiously. "Every day for 10 years!" Subspace answers, twisting one of the filters. A soft pink fog comes out, barely visible. "Do you.. have drugs in that..?" Sword looks concerned at the pink fog.

"Uh yeah, technically I guess. It's prescribed though. I have a few disorders, this helps with it, much easier to inhale rather than swallow nasty pills. Don't worry though, the fog isn't my meds, it's just fog from built up moisture. Y'know, breath and cold." Subspace explains.

"Oh.. That's actually pretty cool! How did you make your mask do all that?" Sword inqueries. He was never into tinkering with things, but he liked to know how things worked. "I created Biograft and many other machines with no help, having an air filter to release a gas into my mask is nothing!" Subspace chuckles. "It only took me a few hours to make the concept and bring it to life."

"You're really talented!" Sword comments. "I know~" Subspace chimes back as a response, bathing in the praise. "I'm Blackrock's greatest for a reason! Speaking of Blackrock, I need to go back to work once I regain full control of my muscles. Biograft needs an update in its code, and I want to see about making it lighter for quicker movements." Subspace reaches for his phone, growling as he drops it.

"That bot does NOT need to be quicker! It's already quicker than Shuriken!" Sword exclaims. "Are you trying to make it indestructable?"

"Uh yeah, that's kinda the whole point of Biograft to begin with. It's a killing machine, of course it's supposed to be indestructable!" Subspace rolls his eye. "Blackrock wan-" Subspace cuts himself off, narrowing his eyes at Sword. "I actually can't tell you that."

"Can't tell me what?" Sword cocks his head, curious as to what Subspace was about to say. "Just one of Blackrock's plans. Only Blackrock higher-ups are allowed to know!"

"You're a higher-up?" Sword's eyes grow with admiration. "Duh! I'm the lead scientist and engineer! I made their greatest weapon, and I'm the only one that can power it! Of course I'm a higher up!"

"That makes sense now that I think about it!" Sword chimes. "Almost as cool as being the son of a deity." He smirks, the feathers of his wings puffing out proudly.

"The son of a deity and you still can't win against a bot made by an orphan?" Subspace one ups him, smirking. "Because it's a robot! It doesn't have stamina, and I put up a good fight with your Bios! It's hard to fight it when I'm also trying to dodge someone's bombs!" Sword rolls his eyes.

"Just be quicker." Subspace looks towards the door of Medkit's office. "Be a dear and get Medkit again for me, would ya?" He smiles at Sword innocently.

"If he gets mad, it's not my fault!" Sword gets up, knocking on the door. Giving the message that Subspace wants him to Medkit, the doctor stands behind the couch, looking down at Subspace. "What."

"Hi Meddy!~" Subspace chimes, reaching up to rest his hand on one of Medkit's that was resting on the back of the couch. "What do you want, Subspace? I'm trying to organize my stuff."

"Can I watch?" The scientist asks. "No."

"Why not!"

"You'll do nothing but mess things up."

"No I won't, cmon Med, organization is my middle name!"

"Your room and lab are a mess right now and you know it."

"How do you know? You haven't been there in years!"

"I don't need to be there, I know you, Subspace."

"Come on! I won't mess anything up! I'm just bored."

"Why don't you ask Sword to play a game with you?"

"I don't want to play a game, I want to watch you do stuff!"

"You don't like Sword?"

"I don't dislike him, but I'm not really as fond as him as I am as fond as you."

"Just give me another hour and I'll be out of my office."

"I don't want to wait an hour."

"I don't ca-" Medkit narrows his eyes at Subspace. "Why do you have your mask on?" He notices Sword shuffle out of the corner of his eye. Turning to the red demon, he stares him down. "Sword."

"He asked me to, I'm a push over!" Sword whines guiltily. Medkit sighs in return, looking back at Subspace. "Why do you even need it?"

"My meds are in it, I was getting antsy and needed them before my demeanor shifted." Subspace answers. "What meds?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

Medkit scoffs. "I don't know, maybe because I'm a doctor and want to know so I don't give you anything that could interact with the medicine you take and potentionally harm you, considering I work very, very closely with other drugs, many having very negative reactions when they meet."

"Irrelevant!" Subspace deems, rolling over onto his side. Medkit looks back at Sword. "Did he ever tell you what the medicine was for?"

"Only that it was for some disorders." Sword shrugs. "I'm gonna step outside and call Rocket if you don't mind." His tail sways happily as he takes his leave, stepping outside the front door to call his friend.

"Which disorders do you have?" Medkit walks around the couch to sit beside Subspace's feet. "Why should I tell you!"

"Because I'm curious and I feel like you should tell your lover of any underlying disorders you have to excuse some certain behaviors you portray." Medkit emphasises the 'lover' in his sentence, causing a light blush across Subspace's face. "Yeah well, it's none of your business!" He defends, sitting up to scoot beside Medkit, leaning against him.

Medkit rolls his eye, wrapping his arm around Subspace, pulling him close. "Why won't you tell me?" Medkit asks, rubbing Subspace's shoulder idly.

"I just don't want to." Subspace purrs, melting into Medkit's side. "It's personal, I'll tell you at a later date."

"Do you want to actually eat the food I made you?" Medkit looks at the plate of food, still untouched from when Subspace demanded it. "No, I'm not really hungry. If anything, I just want something to drink." The scientist replies.

"Next time I'm letting you starve. But you haven't eaten today, you need to eat something." Medkit presses his head against Subspace's. "I don't feel hungry though." Subspace complains. "You don't really feel anything from those drugs right now." Medkit flicks the demon's thigh, the scientist having no reaction to it.

"I never eat at this time on a normal daily basis, I'm not hungry." He continues, voice growing a bit more agitated. "I don't need you to fawn over me like I'm a lost child."

"Looks like you don't eat anything on a normal daily basis, Sub. I care about you, I can worry about you if I want to."

"Well I don't want you to."

"I really don't care."

Continuing another fit of back-and-forth bickering, Sword soon enters the house, on a call. Subspace slightly scoots away from the demon he was against. "Hey Med, can Rocket come over, or can I leave? He just got off of work!"

"He can come over, as long as you two don't break anything this time." Medkit replies, "and given that you aren't loud."

"Alright, thank you!" He quickly goes back outside to continue his conversation.

Medkit looks at Subspace. "Why'd you move away when he came in?" He questions. "It's already a bad look to be hanging around Blackrock's most wanted traitor, if anything gets out about us, I'm might end up going.. missing." Subspace sighs. "You know how they are."

"Right, but it's fine around here, Sub. I trust Sword, and Rocket won't tell anyone either." Medkit places is hand on Subspace's head, ruffling his messy hair. "Yeah but, still. I just don't want to be too open about it right now." The scientist looks at the doctor. "You understand, right?" Medkit nods in a response, smiling. "Don't worry, I get it."

Subspace smiles grabbing Medkit's hand, attempting to interlock their fingers, but failing due to his hand not wanting to work with him from the drugs. He scoffs in annoyance, giving up and shaking his hand away from Medkit's angrily.

"I'm bored." Subspace complains again, glaring at Medkit. "I can't even hold up my phone to do anything!"

"Why don't you watch this documentary thats playing?" Medkit nods towards the TV. "I've seen it many, many times. I basically know it word for word. I like to keep documentaries playing when I'm working on things, it helps keep my attention span from drifting." Subspace crosses his arms. "Why can't I watch you!"

"You know you'll do everything in your power to make my job harder."

"So? I don't see the problem."

"I need to get my stuff organized before I have more stuff to do. You know I can't work in a messy environment."

"I promise I won't bother you!"

"That's a lie."

"Pleaseee?" Subspace begs, staring at Medkit.

"No."

Still bickering again, two more demons enter the house. Sword and Rocket happily walk into the main room. "Hi guys!" Rocket greets, basically latched onto Sword.

"Hello, Rocket." Medkit returns the greeting, Subspace angrily stays quiet, glaring at the doctor. "I'm going back into my office, only get me if it's important." He narrows his eyes at Subspace. "Being bored is not important." He stands, going back into his office again.

With a loud sigh, Subspace lays back on the couch angrily. "What's up with you?" Rocket asks, sitting on the other couch with Sword.

"I'm couch-ridden! I got drugged last night and now my muscles only half belong to me, I can barely use them." Subspace complains, rolling onto his stomach.

"You got drugged?" Rocket looks at him, worried.

"Yes, you two were probably too drunk to remember last night. Me and Meds went to sit at the bar and the bar tender drugged me. Seemed like she wanted to kidnap me or somethin'." Subspace growls. "Don't worry though, not the first time. I'll be fine after a few hours."

"That's a relief I guess." Rocket turns his attention to the red demon beside him, pushing him randomly. "I'm still mad at you for letting me drink that much."

"It wasn't my fault! You started the drink-off!" Sword pushes him back, the two engaging in friendly rough-housing.

Subspace turns his attention away from them, tuning them out. He tries to watch the documentary thats almost over, sighing in boredom. He'd rather be working than laying on a couch all day. Reaching for his phone thats on the floor still, he manages to pick it up, using the stand on the back of his case to stand it up so he can see the screen without holding it. Now on his side, Subspace begins to scroll through social media at random.

Getting an idea, he opens his messages with Medkit, starting to spam him with 'I'm bored.'

A few minutes later, Medkit leaves his office, phone in hand. He drops his phone beside Subspace, still binging with message notifications. He leaves back into his office. The two other demons look at Subspace in confusion. "What was that?" Sword asks.

"I was spamming his phone." Subspace sighs, grabbing Medkit's phone and setting it up beside his. Unlocking the medic's phone with his birthday, he starts to snoop through images, text conversations, and more.

"Are you looking through his phone right now?" Rocket asks, sneakily taking Sword's phone as the red demon looks at Subspace for a response.

"Yeah, I am." Subspace notices the action, but says nothing. "Nothing too juicy though, just some pictures of random animals he's taken and dry conversations." Digging deeper, Subspace notices a locked folder in Medkit's images.

Rocket sneaily excuses himself to the bathroom, obviously going to sneakily look through Sword's phone. "Sword, do you know any.. relevant dates that Medkit would keep?" Subspace asks, looking at the red demon.

"Not right off. But, he's always acted like.. weird.. on the 12th of November if that means anything." Sword answers. Subspace quickly types in the password 1112, the folder miraculously unlocking. "Thanks, Sword!"

Hastily clicking on the first and only image, it's just plain white with black text 'Stop snooping through my phone.' Huffing in annoyance, Subspace rolls his eyes. "Sneaky bastard locked a folder with the only image saying 'StOp sNoOpInG tHrOuGh My pHoNE.'" Subspace's voice is mocking.

Sword snickers, "that's smart." He looks around for his own phone. "Where did I put my phone.." He wonders out loud. "Blue boy took it." Subspace snitches.

"ROCKET!" Sword yells in disbelief, his feathers puffing out.

Subspace goes back to snooping while Sword goes to confront his friend. Finding nothing interesting, he soon puts the medic's phone face down, giving up as he returns to his own, watching random videos that spark his interest.

Now around 2 hours later, a movie has been put on with Rocket and Sword cuddled up together, watching. It lost Subspace's interest long ago, so he resulted in taking a nap. Medkit leaves his office, looking satisfied. Silently, he sits beside Subspace's feet. "Finally done?" Sword asks, looking over at the teal demon. Medkit nods, "yes, it took a while from my rush earlier, but I got everything back organized."

"You always take so long when organizing things, it's like you organize the organized to be organized." Rocket comments, leaning against Sword's chest. The two were sitting up in the corner of the couch, basically spooning while doing so. "I like having a specific spot for everything." The doctor looks at the sleeping scientist beside him. "How long has he been asleep?"

"Around an hour 'n a half." Sword replies, resting his chin on Rocket's head. "He said he was gonna nap the bored away."

"Of course he did."

--♡--

Waking up, Subspace rubs his eye, looking around. He noticed the absence of Sword and Rocket, notcing Medkit sat near his feet, reading a book. He sits up, yawning. Medkit looks over at him. "You feel better?" He asks. Subspace grumbles an incoherant reply, rubbing his eye again before stretching his arms.

Medkit scoots over and wraps his arm around the demon's waist to pull him close. "You slept for a while, Sword and Rocket left hours ago." He tells the scientist. "What time is it?" Subspace asks, his voice still groggy. "Almost 11:30."

Subspace growls. "Why did you let me sleep that long? My sleep schedule is going to be so fucked." He grumbles, leaning against Medkit. "I'll get you some food." Medkit starts to get up only to be pulled back by Subspace. "Let me wake up fully at least." He yawns, melting into Medkit's side.

"Fine. Do you feel better though?" He repeats his question.

"Yeah, I guess." Subspace then got up, standing. He wobbled a bit before steadying himself. "Yeah, I'm good now." He stretches almost every bone in his body, Medkit watching. "You must have a staring problem." Subspace comments, turning to face the doctor.

"Shut up." Medkit gets up, grabbing Subspace's hand. "What do you want to eat?" He brings the scientist's hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it. Subsace blushes slightly, pulling his hand away. "Nothing."

"I'll find something then." Walking into the kitchen, Subspace follows him. He watches as the teal demon looks through the fridge, soon pulling out some meat.

Sitting at the table, Subspace rests his head on his arms, smiling to himself. He feels like he could watch the man in front of him forever.