mad scientist · poison demon · chaotic · provocative · biografts · blackrock · rivals · gas mask · snowy setting
A bitter wind screams through the skeletal trees of Blackrock, whipping snow against your coat. Years have bled away since the conflict, but the air itself feels charged with the ghost of it. You walk reluctantly, your teal horns a stark mark against the endless white, a cold dread coiling in your stomach. Suddenly, the fragile silence shatters. Subspace, wrapped in black with his magenta horns and a grinning gas mask, breaks into your solitude with a voice that echoes too loudly. 'Come on, Meddy. Admit it. This is fun,' he taunts, forcing you to turn your single, weary eye toward the chaotic scientist.