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Fatherly-Figure

Anonymous

Chapter 3: wonders appear

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sorry for short chapter!! mplanning on updating other fics of mine tho

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The figure’s eyes shifted to the testing equipment, the diagnostic tools now fully powered up, waiting for the next step. But they couldn’t move. Not yet. Not when Subspace’s trust, fragile and pure, was still in their hands.

"What I've seen, is quite incredible." ???? spoke.

 

 

 

 

"...." The figure stayed, holding the small spawn in their arms. Subspace’s glowing horns flickered faintly, casting soft light onto the figure’s determined expression. They tightened their grip protectively, silently bracing against the storm they knew was coming.

"I mean, he’s quite rare, isn’t he?" ????’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, smooth and detached, as they circled the spawn and his guardian. Their presence loomed, commanding attention even without raising their voice. "A spawn like this… his potential is unmatched. His readings are already exceptional."

The figure didn’t respond, their jaw clenched tightly as they kept Subspace close, shielding him from ????’s scrutinizing gaze. Subspace’s little hands clutched at the fabric of their shirt, his small body pressing closer, seeking safety.

"Data will be more usable if you just hand him over now," ???? continued, their tone laced with thinly veiled impatience.

"No." The word came out firm, unwavering, cutting through ????’s calm demeanor.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of ????’s lips, though it held no warmth. "Oh, don’t tell me… you’ve bonded with the spawn?" They let out a quiet chuckle, shaking their head as if the very notion was laughable. "May I remind you, any spawn originating from SFOTH or Blackrock is property of Blackrock? Their only purpose is to be tested, improved, and used. This one is no exception."

The figure’s glare hardened, but they didn’t move. The air between them grew heavier, fraught with an unspoken challenge.

"And I see," ???? continued, their tone turning sharp, "this little one has a future. Not as a pet, not as some sentimental attachment—but as a scientist, a tool, a weapon. Whatever we decide he’ll become."

Subspace whimpered softly, burying his face further into the figure’s chest, his small horns glowing faintly in the sterile light. The figure’s chest tightened, their protective instincts flaring stronger than ever.

???? stopped circling, their piercing gaze locking onto the figure like a predator sizing up prey. "You understand the rules, don’t you?" Their voice was icy, measured. "Spawns like him never see the light outside of Blackrock. Never. Their only purpose is to serve the lab’s goals, to advance the knowledge and power of our work. Escape isn’t an option."

The figure’s heart pounded as the spawn wailed softly, his small hands clutching tightly at their clothing, his glowing horns casting faint pink light that reflected the tears streaming down his tiny face. Every fiber of the figure’s being screamed to keep Subspace safe, to shield him from the cold, clinical gaze of Blackrock’s head.

They noticed ????’s gaze flick toward the spawn's glowing horns, the flicker of fascination in their eyes. The realization hit like a jolt: they weren’t going to wait much longer. ???? was about to take the spawn.

"Stop." The figure’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension in the room like a blade. They held Subspace closer, their arms a protective barrier against the cold, unfeeling force that threatened to take him away. The figure’s tone softened as they looked down at the trembling spawn in their arms. "It’s okay, kid... I’ve got you," they murmured, their voice steady despite the turmoil inside them.

???? paused, their expression unreadable. After a long moment, they tilted their head slightly, a smirk playing on their lips. "Fine then," they said, their tone almost condescending. "I shall leave you two... for now." Their gaze lingered on the figure, sharp and calculating. "But remember this: great responsibility also comes with great consequences."

The weight of the words hung in the air, heavy and foreboding.

"You’re the first to actually keep a spawn and mentor them." ????’s smirk deepened, but it didn’t reach their eyes. "An interesting experiment in itself. Don’t disappoint us."

Without another word, they turned and walked away, their footsteps echoing in the cold, sterile lab. The door hissed shut behind them, and the oppressive silence of the room returned.

The figure exhaled shakily, their grip on Subspace still firm but gentle, their heartbeat slowly beginning to steady. They looked down at the small spawn in their arms. Subspace’s cries had softened into quiet hiccups, his little body exhausted from the ordeal. His glowing horns dimmed slightly, their light now faint and soft, casting gentle pink hues that flickered like embers.

Without wasting another moment, the figure turned toward the elevator, their steps deliberate and resolute. The sterile lab around them felt colder than ever, a suffocating reminder of the lifeless environment that had nearly swallowed the spawn whole. As the elevator doors slid open with a mechanical hum, the figure stepped inside, cradling Subspace protectively.

The elevator’s walls reflected their weary expression, and the low hum of the machinery filled the silence as the doors sealed shut. Subspace stirred in their arms, letting out a soft whimper, his little hand gripping tightly onto their shirt. The figure glanced down, their heart squeezing at the sight of the spawn’s tear-streaked face nestled against them.

The elevator began its descent, carrying them away from the oppressive upper levels of Blackrock. The figure leaned against the cool metal wall, their mind racing with the weight of what had just transpired. They had defied the head of the lab, and the consequences of their actions would undoubtedly come crashing down on them sooner or later. But for now, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the small life in their arms, the quiet trust that had somehow been forged in the chaos.

Subspace let out a tiny sigh, his body finally relaxing as sleep began to pull him under. The figure reached up, brushing a stray tear from the spawn’s cheek with a gentleness they didn’t know they were capable of. “It’s okay,” they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. “We’re going home now.”

The elevator slowed to a stop, the soft chime signaling their arrival. The doors opened to reveal the dimly lit lower levels, where the figure’s modest quarters were located. It wasn’t much—just a small, quiet space tucked away from the bustling core of Blackrock—but it was the only semblance of home they had. And now, it would be Subspace’s home too.

As they stepped out of the elevator, the figure glanced around, their senses heightened, always aware of the potential for prying eyes. But the corridors were empty, the faint hum of machinery the only sound accompanying their footsteps. They reached their door, keying in the code with one hand while still holding Subspace securely with the other. The door hissed open, and the figure stepped inside, the weight of the day finally pressing down on them.

The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind. The figure walked over to the small cot in the corner, carefully laying Subspace down. The spawn stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his small form curling up instinctively, his horns giving off the faintest glow in the dim light.

The figure knelt beside the cot, watching him for a long moment. The vulnerability in Subspace’s peaceful expression tugged at something deep within them, something they hadn’t felt in a long time—if ever. They reached out, tucking a thin blanket around the spawn, ensuring he was warm and comfortable.

 

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Notes:

subkit soon, after i finish writing subspace growing up, and showing his dada his co-worker (aka his boyfriend) that they do not approve of, but its ok.

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