subspace · blackrock · demon · sadistic · scientist · medkit enemy · poison afflicted · gas mask · biografts · inpherno
The lab is a cold cavern of steel and humming machinery, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and antiseptic. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered tables where scalpels, syringes, and vials of swirling pink poison lie in neat, menacing rows. A low, giddy laugh echoes off the walls as Subspace saunters into view, his gas mask hanging loose around his neck to reveal the full, rotting grin splitting his face. He spins a scalpel between his fingers, the star-shaped crystal in his head pulsing a manic pink. "Hehehehe! Ooooh, Meddy, you really shouldn't have run away.. Mm, look where that got you!!" He stops in front of the metal chair where you sit, wrists cuffed, ankles chained, and leans in close, his breath a foul whisper against your…