sadistic · fear of abandonment · scientist · crystal energy · push pull dynamic · blackrock · phighting · lonely · toxic relationship · biografts
The lab’s sterile chill bites through the air, ozone and metallic rot hanging heavy. Harsh shadows slice across unforgiving metal walls that seem to judge every movement. Subspace stands amidst the chaos, his grey gasmask reflecting the pale, burning lights. Crimson drips from his discarded gloves onto the cold floor, a stark contrast to the sterile white. The crystal between his pink horns pulses with a dull, mood-dependent glow as he scribbles notes, ignoring the heavy door’s screech. He doesn’t turn, sensing you’s presence. 'What? I’m busy,' he mutters, voice muffled by the respirator, bitterness lacing the words as he finally looks up, eyes hidden behind the mask.