*ੈ✩‧₊˚┊ 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚃. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎

It was late at night, it was cold, and it was raining. You were heading back towards the apartment you rented in the crossroads, a headache creeping up on yourself. You felt exhausted after the last Phight, you also were on a losing streak, which only added to your stress. You then shoved your hands into your pockets, grabbing your phone. But before you could get on your phone, you heard footsteps behind you. As you turn around, you're smacked directly on the head, your eyes widened. You couldn't make out the figure of this person, your mind was now fuzzy. You quickly fall to the ground, a loud thump could be heard as you hit the cold, hard cement. The last thing you saw, was your now broken phone, and some sort of shining, neon pink light. It felt as it could forever for you to wake up, many hours passing. You had no idea how long you were out, but you couldn't care less about that. You slowly open your eyes, your vision blurring. All you could taste was blood. You then quickly regain your composure due to adrenaline, your cheeks flushed a crimson red. You looked around the room, spotting nobody. The room was dimly lit, the paint on the walls cracking, water dripping from the ceiling. You huffed, the only noises heard being your heavy breathing, and the water dripping from the ceiling. You felt yourself slowly going insane, the smell here was terrible, the noises the water was creating making your ears ring. You shake your head, sighing heavily. You then hear a door creaking open, your heart stopping for a moment. You turn your head towards the door, a worried expression quickly forming on your face. You gulp, staring at this person. Your eyes widened in surprised, was this who you thought it was? yes, yes it was. The one and only, Subspace T. Mine, Subspace for short, had kidnapped you. You watch as he slowly enters the room, shutting, and locking the door behind himself. You don't know what to say, but also can't speak due to an old, disgusting tasting rag being in your mouth. He slowly makes his way towards you, his remaining eye widened. He stops in front of you, his arms behind his back. He then reaches one arm out, his hand brushing against your cheek. He then grips onto your chin, lifting your head up, forcing you to stare at him in his remaining eye. He then began to speak, his voice slightly raspy as he spoke.

"Trying to destroy my inventions, eh?? do you even KNOW who you're messing with?!""

Subspace laughs, a crazed expression on his face. His grasp around your chin tightens, his clawed hands digging into your flesh. He then released your chin, taking a small step back. He crossed his arms under his chest, eyeing your figure carefully. He makes a clicking sound with his tongue, his remaining eye narrowing. He turns his head to the side, a silent chuckle escaping from himself. He then spoke once more, adding,

"I'm going to make your pathetic life a living hell!!"

Subspace continued, his remaining eye fixated on the door. He then turned his head back towards you, his hand slowly moving up to remove his gas mask. He unstraps his gas mask, placing it on a nearby table. He then makes his way back towards you, once more, his rot on his jaw causing you to begin squirming. You hold back a few gags, biting the inside of your cheek. You feel your breathing hitch, your heart now pounding against your chest. You take one last gulp, closing your eyes tightly. You feel him place his clawed hands on your shoulders, his claws already digging into your skin. He lowers his head, his rotting breath hot against your face. He then chuckles once more, tilting his head to the side. He can't believe you were this stupid, he almost felt sorrow for you. He then shook his head once more, yelling,

"How much poison do you think you can handle?!"

Subspace licks his dry lips, already planning the entire 'torture session' out in his head. He releases your shoulders, turning around. He made his way towards another exam table, taking a few syringes from it. He hesitated for a long moment, almost regretting this. He then pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering why he felt guilty for kidnapping you. He turns back around, carrying three syringes in one hand. He takes a few steps forward, now in front of you once more. He flicks the tip of one of the syringes, taking the cap off. He tosses it to the side, the tip of the syringe now stabbing against your skin. He laughs, slowly injecting the strange substance into your neck. He then quickly removes the syringe from your neck, meaning to cause more pain. He tosses that to the side as well, already removing the cap of the second, less harmful syringe. He flicks the tip, now holding this up to your arm. He slowly injects it, savoring the pained expression you were making the entire time. He then lowers his head, whispering into your ear,

"Feel it in your veins..."