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Medkit and Subspace - they were definitely a complicated pair. Coworkers in the region of Blackrock, a nightmare to some, a dream to others and less educated individuals. Although Blackrock wasn't a very welcoming place it was one where you'd make life long friends due to the high security measures of the region. It wasn't easy to be trusted - one wrong move, jail? Exile. One wrong thing said about the higher-ups and you're done, don't even think about 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. It was a strict place and one that Medkit managed to escape in the dead of night, at the time the residents at the border were either there but unaware, or not there - which was rare. It's the very reason Medkit managed to escape. He planned it the same night.
Now, we have gotten a brief description of Blackrock. What about Medkit's current home?
The Lost Temple was a different story, unlike Blackrock, you could see the Sun. It was inside of a desert - temperatures reaching 48°C at times. Crazy for someone who grew up in the coldest region in their world - literally, coldest with the temperature and with how they acted. The Lost Temple was also really luxurious, the better term is - the region was rich, both in culture and money-wise. Medkit found some friends - Scythe, Sword and Katana. They were generally cool people - Scythe being a girl and the other two being guys.
_____________Present time_______________
𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙆𝙄𝙏 𝙋𝙊𝙑:___________________________
It was a genuinely normal morning at The Lost Temple - the Sun was shining through every single window, and there was a lot of windows! It was about 2 weeks after Medkit ran away from Blackrock and it was 43°C — normal, right? Except it wasn't, not for Medkit. He was up, it was 7am - too early considering he fell asleep at 2am because of some experiments that took extra time.
Medkit was laying in his bed, he dropped the covers on the floor - it was too hot outside. He didn't have energy to get up - if he didn't Sword would piss the hell out of him when he woke up. Reluctantly, Medkit sat up on his bed while yawning. He didn't get enough sleep, but that never stopped him.
He stood up and walked to his closet, took out his usual attire and put in on lazily. The clothes weren't ironed so they were messy. Medkit then walked out of his room, walked downstairs and took a beeline to the kitchen where Scythe and Sword already were, Katana was doing god knows what in god knows where.
"'Ay Med, good morning"
"Good morning, Scythe."
Medkit went straight to the cabinets, took out a mug and poured himself an almost full cup then downed half of it - he was a coffee addict at best. Sword took notice of Medkit's tiredness and asked about it.
"Med, did you stay up late working again?"
"No"
He almost instantly replied to Sword's question, but both Scythe and Sword could easily tell it was a lie. A moron could tell it was a lie!
"By the way you're chuggin' that coffee we can both tell. You ain't foolin' no one with acting that horrible"
Scythe had to chuckle. She wasn't one to contain emotions but she did not say that in any way close to egotistical, she just wasn't that type of person.
"Nope..."
Medkit just left the room with his coffee, he almost spilled it while walking out the room since he didn't see the edge of the leg of the chair.. Happens, am i right?
Medkit spent that morning in his room. He couldn't bother to leave, honestly, he had no interest in anything outside - the window was agitating enough and the heat... It was absolutely horrible. He looked at the thermometer that Scythe beautifully gave him a week ago after he complained about the heat. 45°C. It wasn't even noon, meaning it would get to at least 46°C at noon, maybe 47°C. It was pain - as Medkit described it.
Medkit was at his desk, doing experiments with crystals - he had many crystals so he played around with the shape, chipping some parts in order to make it more powerful - that was the goal. Medkit's thoughts trailed off.. '𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭. A goal 𝙝𝙚 ever 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥' Medkit snapped out of it, lifting his hand and putting it over his eye patch - the eye patch that covered his empty eye socket. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 fault. It was all 𝙝𝙞𝙨 fault. But what could he do? Whine about it? Lash out at the wall for things ending the way they did? He hated 𝙝𝙞𝙢. He should hate 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙃𝙚 never considered Medkit. It was all about 𝙝𝙞𝙢.. 𝘏𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. There was no time to ponder on these thoughts, Medkit has work to do.
And work he did, up until 1pm when he realized he skipped breakfast. Boo hoo. It doesn't matter. Scythe always made lunch around 3pm - MOST of the time it was somewhat edible. They all sucked at cooking except for Katana. Sword was okay at cooking but he'd burn down the kitchen and more if he tried to cook something.
Cooking definitely wasn't Medkit's strong suit.
Medkit didn't want to be in the silence anymore. The silence was obnoxiously loud. He turned on some music. And continued working. It was his old shared playlist. Medkit didn't like specific music. Anything that sounded cool and he could listen to - he liked. He wasn't the type to think about 'What ifs'... It was pointless. A waste of time. His music played in the background — silencing his thoughts about 𝙝𝙞𝙢.
An MSI song played in the background, one that he specially forgot to take off his old shared playlist... 'This hurts' added by...𝙝𝙞𝙢. Medkit ignored that and just listened to it, not paying attention to the lyrics or the meaning. It was a constant reminder that what's done is done.
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𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.. 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺, 2018...
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘦𝘴.. 𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤.. '𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳'...
𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩-𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 - 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴...𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮, 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘗𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘺 (𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵.
𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 '𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨' 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜: "𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚?" 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 "𝙜𝙤" (𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙄𝙙 "𝙜𝙤"...)
𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩... 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚... 𝙒𝙚... 𝘼𝙧𝙚... 𝙂𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘚𝘐 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰. 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵... 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙡, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡~ '𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡~
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.. 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵.. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧.. 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧..
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨: "𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.. '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳.."
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵... 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮... 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦...𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭... 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵... 𝘏𝘦-
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Medkit snapped out of his trance. The song that played now was the end of 'Meteor Shower' he must've zoned out during 'This Hurts'...
He looked at the clock - 9am... Meaning he zoned out for almost two hours. And didn't eat anything. With a sigh, Medkit stood up and glanced at his desk. He didn't do any work whatsoever. He walked out of his room with his hair messier than he came in with and went back to the kitchen he left two hours ago after Scythe annoyed the hell out of him.
"Mornin' again Med. Did ya take a power nap? Y' left your coffee here."
"No I was working."
"Working my ass! You always make noise while you work. I just heard music and a whole lot of silence."
"..."
Medkit didn't reply and rolled his eyes, Sword was staring at a wall like a crazy person and Katana? God knows.
"Well, Medkit... Me and Sword want to go grocery shopping to the local store and stuff - y' wanna come w' us?"
"Fuck... Fine."
Medkit had nothing to do, so he might as well go with them.
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Scythe brought a shopping list of stuff they needed to buy and Sword was eager to go since he was the somewhat hyperactive person. Medkit was tired and tried not to fall asleep while walking and following Scythe and Sword through the store with a shopping cart. Medkit's thoughts still went back to what he thought about when he zoned out... 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚... And.. Blackrock - he should hate it all, it took his future that he wanted... He wanted to become something in the Medical field but probably a teacher in a college.. He didn't want to be a doctor. He wasn't fit for it. Blackrock took his future, crushed his expectations on life and his experience for the longest time... And, well, his eye. He should hate it all! But he... Couldn't. He couldn't. His feelings for Subspace were complicated, really complicated.
He didn't know what to do anymore. He can't just... Continue like this, but all hopes of seeing Subspace are gone, he doesn't want to see him but he also needs to see him again. He missed the touch... Their relationship... And they never got to actually talk about how they really felt about each other.
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𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 1𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦-𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦.
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 3𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 - 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 - 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯... 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.
"𝘏𝘦𝘺𝘢! 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦???"
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩"
"𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺~"
"...𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨."
"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳~"
"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥."
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬 - 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥... 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢...... 𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵-
"𝘠𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦."
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.
"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦."
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳?"
"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶."
"𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥!"
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴... 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵.
"𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰-"
"𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱"
"𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻..."
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵.
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱?? 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦-... -"𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧.."
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 - 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭... 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭? 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺.
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𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴... 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 - 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.
"𝘏𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘢~ 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺𝘺𝘺~"
"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.."
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵...
"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦.."
"𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦.. 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦.. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺."
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤.
"𝘚𝘰... 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦?
"𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴?"
"𝘞𝘰𝘸... 𝘙𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴... 𝘠𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵."
"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘊𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺"
"𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴."
"𝘠𝘈𝘠𝘠!!"
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"Medkit!!"
Scythe's voice snapped him out of this trance... He really has to stop doing this before someone accidentally runs him over if he does this in the middle of the road.
"Wha- what!?"
"We're in the middle of a grocery store, remember?!"
"Fuck... Right"
Medkit forgot about that for a moment.. Right... He's in the grocery store Scythe and Sword reluctantly got him to agree coming to with them.
"What's up with y', Med?"
"Nothing.. Just zoned out"
"Mhm, for good 15 minutes."
"Shut up, Scythe, I'm tired."
"Y're always tired"
"Rightfully so, you're exhausting"
"And here I thought I was the rude one. Fineee I'll leave y' alone"
"Thank you."
"Who says I'm done pestering you??"
Sword just invited himself into the conversation..
"... I'm done with you both"
"Nope! Whatcha zoning out about?? Is it someone? Is it.. Something? No.. It has to be something, uh.. Is it something bad? Is it something good??"
Sword kept persistently asking thousands of questions as the three of them walked home and finally. Katana was back at the Lost Temple after.. Uh.. God knows, I repeat.
Medkit simply greeted Katana with a 'hello' and went straight to the kitchen. Medkit took Melatonin and went straight to his room. Medkit occasionally had nightmares, but forgot most of them. The last few nightmares have been really.. Well... Odd.
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𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩... 𝘖𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥.. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦... 𝘖𝘳.. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵?? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥.. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦'𝘴 '𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯' 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯-𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭..
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 - 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵...
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙚.. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜"
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺.. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵.
"𝘾𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚? 𝙊𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚?"
𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 '𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦' 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥...
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Medkit sat up and started breathing heavily... It was just a nightmare... A really really odd nightmare. And hell.. He'll remember this one for a while.
Thankfully, Scythe yelled something from the kitchen, meaning it's lunch time soon so Medkit didn't bother getting up until Scythe actually said it was lunch time.
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"Ey' Med!!! It's lunch time!!!"
Scythe yelled at the top of her lungs so Medkit could hear. Medkit didn't yell back and instead just went upstairs to the kitchen and sat down next to Sword. Katana was also there and was making small talk with Scythe.
The four of them ate, Medkit barely talked since he was still shooken up from that nightmare. Would Subspace do that if they saw each other? Was Subspace mad.. Or.. sad? No. That man is morally gray and Medkit probably worsened everything by leaving and taking their research.
"Medkit, you never told us about how you got here... You just came here one day and asked for a place to stay"
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𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 8𝘱𝘮. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 2 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.
𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘈𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵:
"𝘈𝘺' 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘺' 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯'? 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮' 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.. 𝘠' 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯"
"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.."
𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘤𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.
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"..."
Medkit didr answer that.
"You never told us what region you're actually from.. When you came you didn't look or act like someone from The Lost Temple. Are you a playgrounder? I have a friend who's a playgrounder.. Maybe be knows you-"
"Sword, Medkit didn't look like a playgrounder. Playgrounders don't wear what he wore when he arrived."
Katana corrected.
"Then he's from the Thieves' den!"
"Maybe.. I mean, what other region is there?"
Sword thought...
"Blackrock? But no way, no one knows anything about that place other than the fact that it's the coldest region and there's no Sun and-"
"Sword... Dear lord... M' not even religious... Okay, Sword - maybe let's not take out that he might be from Blackrock.. He passed out as soon as he came and then after that because of the heat"
"Fair... Fair..."
"But he still could be from the Thieves' den.. Y' never know."
"I'm from Blackrock"
Medkit was honestly uncomfortable when they discussed where he's from instead of asking him like a human being.
"Unexpected.. But sure!"
Sword accepted it - at least now they know one thing about Medkit.