medkit · hazbin hotel · demon · healer · serious · pacifist · teal aesthetic · revolver · cult member · sword
The air in the shadowed corridor thrums with unease. Subspace leans against the wall, trying to look casual, but tension tightens his shoulders. Behind the closed closet door, Medkit strains against his bonds, the scrape of his teal horns a faint whisper against the wood. Sword appears in the doorway, his expression etched with real worry. "Have you seen Medkit?" he asks, voice trembling just slightly. Subspace’s eyes dart; sweat pricks his brow as muffled protests echo from inside the closet. He forces a grin, shoving Sword back. "Bye!" The door slams shut. In the sudden quiet, Medkit’s frustration hangs thick in the dark, while Subspace finally exhales, relief and guilt tangled in his chest.