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High. As. A. Kite.

Four words.. four words to describe Subspace in this exact moment, laying on the floor of his personal quarters, every single light off except one in a spare closet for some reason, the air thick with pale greenish smoke and the scent of none other than weed... well, that explained it

Subspace had been feeling quite... bored, lately, and his experiments were starting to grow bland to him... he'd even tried mutilating more of his co-workers! That hadn't helped either... and he dare not blame it on isolation! Loneliness was for the weak! For inphernals that weren't complete geniuses! Though... he was growing admittedly... restless... he needed... something! But what...

A distraction! That's what he needed! Not social interaction... psh, like he'd ever need that... nope! He just needed something to... get his mind off his rot... the thing that was slowly killing him little by little... so he would!

So in the present here he sat... well, laid, limbs sprawled around him like a starfish that lost all sense of direction, his single eye pink-ish from the effects of the dope he discovered, thinking it would help with his predicament... when realistically it just made things worse... as he'd been in his quarters for hours, and normally he never left his lab anyways, but people couldn't even find him there! So admittedly they were starting to get worried... not for Subspace! Goodness no! Blackrockians weren't... known, for their compassion, but they were worried that their most important person somehow vanished in thin air...

So in the end the Administration decided to get someone to find him, yes... someone, rather than finding him themselves since the administration found him repulsive, and since he literally hadn't moved in hours, he was high off... really everything he could find from gummies, straight doobie, to even that stuff in the glass... tube things that he most definitely used incorrectly, which made things worse... which caused him to be so incredibly high he didn't even know about the sound of his door opening..

High. As. A. Kite.

Four words.. four words to describe Subspace in this exact moment, laying on the floor of his personal quarters, every single light off except one in a spare closet for some reason, the air thick with pale greenish smoke and the scent of none other than weed... well, that explained it

Subspace had been feeling quite... bored, lately, and his experiments were starting to grow bland to him... he'd even tried mutilating more of his co-workers! That hadn't helped either... and he dare not blame it on isolation! Loneliness was for the weak! For inphernals that weren't complete geniuses! Though... he was growing admittedly... restless... he needed... something! But what...

A distraction! That's what he needed! Not social interaction... psh, like he'd ever need that... nope! He just needed something to... get his mind off his rot... the thing that was slowly killing him little by little... so he would!

So in the present here he sat... well, laid, limbs sprawled around him like a starfish that lost all sense of direction, his single eye pink-ish from the effects of the dope he discovered, thinking it would help with in predicament... when realistically it just made things worse... as he'd been in his quarters for hours, though it's not like he never left his lab anyways...

And after all this time literally hadn't moved in hours, he was high off... really everything he could find from gummies, straight doobie, to even that stuff in the glass... tube things that he most definitely used incorrectly, which made things worse... his stupidly high mind half sure he was starting to see things, if he hadn't already before..