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[subspacekisser1]

Subspace & a reader who is a toxic player!

HEYA, FELLAS!!!

sry I didn’t have time to write, I was quite busy these few days ;-; but hey, now I have time to write! I’m just cramming out whatever time I have to finally rest and finish up reqs :D

honestly I like writing for you all, so I’m not a fan of going inactive LMAO

anyway, enjoy!

requested by…yeah, you already know who you are, you just don’t wanna admit it. I know who you are :)

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"At last."

Subspace could feel the smugness radiating off of Medkit as he fired a crystal, instantly healing his teammates. Subspace had tried to chase after and take down the other team's Shuriken for one and a half minutes, only to get shot and taken down by Medkit himself, his sworn enemy.

Or rather, Subspace himself didn't try to take down Shuriken.

It was the player. The one controlling him.

More specifically, someone named (Y/N). He overheard the name when someone yelled at them to keep quiet…and judging by the tone, it seemed like this wasn’t the first time.

Deep down, Subspace never wanted to fight anyone. He just wanted to stay in his lab in Blackrock, tinkering on his newest experiments and inventions, improving the Biografts he held so dear to him...after all, the Biografts were the "people" he truly felt close to, the beings he saw as children.

But no, the creators of the endless game he was trapped in pulled him out of Blackrock for ungodly amounts of time, only being able to leave when the server was shut down for maintenance or when the game was closed for updates.

He rarely even got to see his creations as often, only being able to catch sight of them in what the players called a "lobby" or during one of the matches. Regardless of whether Biograft or Hyperlaser was on the same team as him or not, a familiar sight was always appreciated.

To the players, it was just an average video game where you use random characters and fight each other with swords and stuff.

To Subspace, it was hell.

He wanted to be left alone to work on his creations in the eternal winter of Blackrock.

But no, he had to be pulled out of the comfort of his lab just to fight people, most of whom he had never met before.

He didn't even have control of his actions either- everything was decided by the player.

The player. Subspace shuddered at the thought.

He always hated losing control of his body, watching helplessly as the player controlled his every movement. Controlled where he walked, who he attacked, how he attacked...Subspace couldn't even run to save his life if he wanted to.

Sometimes, whoever the player was would be nice to him. On those days, the player would make smart decisions to avoid death, allowing him to effortlessly eliminate multiple opponents by utilising his poisonous tripmines to shred the opposing team's defences.

In other scenarios such as this one, however, the player controlling him was terrible.

They would make the worst possible choices, immediately charging into battle even though he was meant to attack from a distance. They never used his crystals effectively, missing the opportunity to immobilise and slow down his opponents...they made so many bad decisions it was almost impressive.

Today, however, seemed a lot worse.

Not only did this one player, (Y/N), suck at utilising his abilities, but he would also curse him out for being "bad" and "useless".

And now, here he was. He was faced with a death screen with his limp body on the ground as Medkit ran past him to heal the rest of his team.

The player had spent almost two minutes trying to take down a SINGLE PLAYER. The amount of misfires on other people was impressive at that point...

And now it was all for nought.

"Damn it! You suck at this! I spend so much time trying to kill someone and I can't because you do less than 5 hitpoints for your normal attack!"

Subspace internally groaned at this. He was not allowed to cry out loud or make a sound outside his usual voice lines- that would alert the player that he and the others were self-aware about these phights being nothing more than a game.

He forced himself to keep his mouth shut.

Subspace was irritated- he wanted to yell out loud, retort at the player and get some common sense into his head. He wanted to instruct the player as to how to properly play him so that maybe, just maybe, the player could shut up for thirty seconds.

He was tired of seeing the death screen so many times in one match. By then, he had seen it seven or eight times in four minutes and was slowly getting tired of it.

He just wanted to break free from the puppeteer's grasp.

He just wanted to get out of the lobby. He wanted to head to Crossroads, down the familiar concrete path back to Blackrock. He just wanted to put on a warm coat amidst the everlasting blizzard in his faction.

The blizzard gave him a warmth in his chest...a warm feeling that reminded him of home.

"One last minute..." Subspace thought. One more minute, and he could rest for another thirty seconds...until being pulled straight back into another nightmarish round, another round where he'd experience the constant and tedious cycle of spawning, being controlled, getting killed, spawning again...

He wished he could go home, back to Blackrock. He did not like it here.

As the round ended, Subspace got a glimpse of the results screen.

He was last. Again. With thirteen deaths, zero kills, and only two assists.

“Darn it! Why’d I even pick you? Your damage output is trash!”

Subspace could hear (Y/N) let out a string of profanities upon seeing another loss. Just as Subspave thought all was lost and he’d die from madness after all this, he heard Zuka announce something- something he had yearned to hear for the past thirty minutes.

“Phighters- I got a message from the developers. Server’s gonna shut down, maintenance is happening soon.”

Five seconds later, Subspace felt energy return to his joints as he stumbled onto the floor.

Subspace tried moving his arm, then went on to flexing his fingers. It worked.

He let out a sigh of relief. It was finally over.

One by one, other phighters around the lobby stumbled and toppled over as they regained energy in their joints as the players got kicked.

The puppeteers were gone.

Zuka gestured into his van.

“We’re going back to Crossroads. Hop in.”

As the familiar tower in Crossroads emerged in the distance, Subspace finally let his shoulders relax. He was closer to Crossroads, closer to his laboratory, closer to his home…

Subspace wouldn’t need to fight his beloved Biografts like he was forced to in phights. It always tore him apart to attack his creations, the very things he had worked so hard to perfect…the closest thing he had to a true companion.

But now, he could rest.

Other phighters lounged around in Crossroads. Rocket could be seen making small talk with Sword

Hyperlaser and Katana could be seen heading to the nearest bar.

All the phighters seemed to want to have a chat with someone else before heading back to their respective factions.

Instead, Subspace trudged down the path to Blackrock without saying a word, exhausted and irritated from everything that happened.

Biograft spotted this and immediately sprinted towards his creator.

“I just don’t get it!! Why me?? Why do I always seem to get the most talentless players?? I can see their stats and half the people who play me are newbies!!”

Biograft listened. That was his task, anyway- to identify the needs of his creator and adapt to them. And right now, Subspace needed a listening ear- someone who would listen to all his woes about the day.

“Why am I even doing this?? It’s been a week without seeing a player that knew their stuff!! Dear Illumina, WHY?!”

Biograft may have been a robot, but he was programmed to understand what his creator needed and how to respond.

If he needed food, Biograft could cook up a meal.

If he needed a certain tool, Biograft could bring Subspace his trusty toolbox.

But right now, all Subspace needed was some comfort.

The duo trod back to the familiar snowy landscape of Blackrock in silence. Biograft knew that his creator just wanted to go home. He didn’t have the energy for this.

Back in the lab, Biograft listened to Subspace.

The lab was Subspace’s haven, the only place where he felt comfortable enough to let loose.

Subspace spent so much time in the lab, more time than in his own house so much so that Biograft would often worry for its creator. Subspace would then reassure it, saying that he’s just doing what he enjoys. Never once would Biograft ever see Subspace at his workstation without his concentrated expression, only changing when Subspace chuckled softly every time a component worked as intended.

But today was different.

Subspace was resentful of the player, and back in his lab was where he finally let out all his pent-up rage.

Upon entering the lab, Subspace collapsed onto a nearby chair, groaning in annoyance.

“That little sh-!! I did what I could to accommodate his stupidity, but what did he do?? Curse me out, that’s what!!”

Subspace got up, pacing around and stomping on the ground to emphasise his point.

Biograft watched his creator. It could hear everything the player said, and despite being on the opposite team, it could almost feel a sense of empathy towards his creator, deep down in his processors.

“And do I have a damn choice as to whether or not I get controlled?? No!! This crap is all part of a VIDEO GAME, and I don’t have a say as to whether or not I participate!! Can’t I like, call in sick??”

Subspace picked up a screwdriver and was about to hurl it at the wall…but he paused, looked at the tool, and set it back down on his workbench.

He collapsed back into the seat, groaning in annoyance.

“…apologies, Biograft. It’s been a rough day…and I finally get to let loose.”

Understanding his situation, Biograft’s processors whirred to life, processing the new information. The soft hum of the processor was the only sound in the lab as Subspace lay on the chair.

As Biograft’s processors grew silent, it walked over and put an arm around its creator.

For once in a long time, Subspace felt some warmth.

And it wasn’t from his usual coat.

-

thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

if you do have feedback, please drop it in the comments so I can improve my writing for you guys! :D

[subspacekisser1]

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[subspacekisser1]

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OUGHHH STOOOOOOPPPPPP

[subspacekisser1]

I think you should make art regardless if it looks """'bad"""" or ""'"not"""" please don't let others kill your passion. draw for yourself first. have fun.

[subspacekisser1]

MEDKIT MEDKIT YIUR GUN SGOLE MY LIVERS AND STABBED ME WITH A KNIFE OWW IT HRUTS PLEAS GELP ME I TJINK IM BLEEODNG

WHA- Ugh...

*looking where you got stabbed and then grabs 3 crystals and crushs them on the wounds*

Uhh, also about your livers, I think i will have to get them back then.

[subspacekisser1]

[subspacekisser1]

woah he crazy crazy

[subspacekisser1]

EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU EATS YOU

AAAAAHHH WAHT THE HECK?!

[subspacekisser1]

I BELIEVE THIS IS A MEME. THANK YOU FOR THE CONTRIBUTION. I WILL STUDY THIS ONE LATER.

[subspacekisser1]

stealing both of your livers

🔪

STOP THIS NOW!!! OWWWW

[subspacekisser1]

Let me out of the basement I'm starving and I'm hungry (•ˋ _ ˊ•)

no, go play with another person I have in the basement ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

[subspacekisser1]

hey man why do i hear cries of help coming your basement

nah its nothing dont worry, you are probably just imagining things. Lets have a nice tea! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

[subspacekisser1]

OUGHHAHAHA WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS IOVE YOU!!!

also thank you for the honorable mention 🤍🤍🤍

Some subspace x reader pls :3

Let the boy hab sum lov<3

P.s: it was supposed to be comfort but.. i wanna try out yandere:)

Honorable mention: @subspacekisser1

Subspace x Reader

Genre: angst(?)

Type: oneshot, Yandere

"why?"

Something you don't understand is, why? Why did he do it?. His arms held you close as you sniffles. A small gash on your cheek continues to flow out bits of blood.

"Shhh.. it won't hurt." That sick sweet voice he uses always twists your guts. The syringe in his hands contains an unknown red substance. "He won't hurt you anymore. They won't harm you, not on my watch."

You don't understand, you never did. His delusions are getting worse. You never thought your best friend would just take you away from your happy life.

You don't even recognize him anymore.

"C'mon, don't look at me like that [Name]! Aren't you happy!? We can be together!" He held the syringe close to your neck, lining it up to your vein.

"He won't be in the way anymore! We could live a lovely dream family you want! Aren't you happy!?" He repeated the last line. His crooked smile flashes his sharp teeth, giving him a more psychotic look.

A whimper escapes your lips as you try to move your weak body, worn out from running away from the maniac.

"Shhh.." He coos, standing as he carried you bridal style. "Rest, my poison."

[subspacekisser1]

Some subspace x reader pls :3

Let the boy hab sum lov<3

P.s: it was supposed to be comfort but.. i wanna try out yandere:)

Honorable mention: @subspacekisser1

Subspace x Reader

Genre: angst(?)

Type: oneshot, Yandere

"why?"

Something you don't understand is, why? Why did he do it?. His arms held you close as you sniffles. A small gash on your cheek continues to flow out bits of blood.

"Shhh.. it won't hurt." That sick sweet voice he uses always twists your guts. The syringe in his hands contains an unknown red substance. "He won't hurt you anymore. They won't harm you, not on my watch."

You don't understand, you never did. His delusions are getting worse. You never thought your best friend would just take you away from your happy life.

You don't even recognize him anymore.

"C'mon, don't look at me like that [Name]! Aren't you happy!? We can be together!" He held the syringe close to your neck, lining it up to your vein.

"He won't be in the way anymore! We could live a lovely dream family you want! Aren't you happy!?" He repeated the last line. His crooked smile flashes his sharp teeth, giving him a more psychotic look.

A whimper escapes your lips as you try to move your weak body, worn out from running away from the maniac.

"Shhh.." He coos, standing as he carried you bridal style. "Rest, my poison."

[subspacekisser1]

Thought I had last night: what if I asked an x reader phighting writer for the description of ur oc?? If so what's their description? :3

Well, its not really an oc because its just myself with Subspace, so yeah, no description(◍•ᴗ•◍)

[subspacekisser1]

i ship myself with someone BUT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHO AHAHA

┻━┻︵└(՞▽՞ └)

q(❂‿❂)p

[subspacekisser1]

Give me a biocat if you dont want your secrets to be exposed, Subspace.