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flesh and blood.
scattered along the floors, the cold hardwood floors of medkit's own home.
a home that no longer had an owner.
subspace's claws digged through the flesh of his lovers body, scattering crimson red all over his own clothes as he watched medkit's lifeless eye. it was a sick view, one he loved. or he cherished.
medkit no longer looked at him with hatred.
blood splashed and strained the nearby carpet of his living room floors, it spread through the cracks of the wood grain and spilled ever so gracefully. it made subspace smile, seeing the doctor so beautifully layed out for him. he panted as he kept digging through the meat of his body, his ribcage was finally fully exposed.
a big whole in the middle of his body, subspace could see every bit of him.
his organs, his ribs, his flesh and his bones. it made him ever so happy.
the scientist had no idea why he was having such a big rush of adrenaline, still after killing medkit with his own hands. it didn't go away.
the feeling of warmth around his stomach, an empty feeling of being and soul, one that needed to be complete in one way or another. either way, he'd be even closer to medkit to a spiritual level.
he forced medkit's ribs open, cracks and ridges forming on the bones as subspace's breath hitched from the adrenaline, he rummaged through his internal organs, throwing the ones he deemed useless onto the ground, medkit's lifeless mouth filled with blood, oozing out of his chin and onto his neck..then onto the floor with the rest of it.
“ I'm sorry dove.. ”
he whispered in a shaky yet firm tone, it echoed Throughout the room like medkit would hear him talk. like his eye hadn't been open for over an hour, soulless and empty.
the scientist gulped.
he'd found it.
the gem to his own, the doctor's heart.
his teeth bared maniacally, it was almost scary how happy he looked to seeing the organ in front of him. subspace almost lost his damn mind. his claws and hands bloody, something he caused not on accident, quite the opposite. something he wanted for a long time.
he'd been fantasizing maniacally, planning the attack for months, days on end, the day he'd finally be able to be as close to his lover as possible.
the day medkit's stalker got his way.
he ripped the heart from its arteries, watching as it didn't even bother to pump for a while, it excited him.
subspaces sharp teeth showed, his lips parted as he sinked his fangs and canines into the organ, even though his sensation of taste was long gone..god, the texture was incredible.
it was something subspace could never explain, something beautifully prepared like a meal, one he could never replicate.
it drove him crazy as he gripped and clawed through the organ, ripping it apart as he ate so hungrily.
he'd been fantasizing about eating medkit alive from inside out for so long. but he quickly figured his love wouldn't enjoy that very much, so he settled for an alternative ending. to plan medkits murder bit by bit.
...
but he failed his own plan, he was going to make it look like a suicide, but now? how could he do that?
there was no going back.
so he ate.
he ate and ripped the veins on the doctors heart, looking straight at the face below him, one full of blood and emptiness. a face he held so dear and so close to him. no one could ever replace medkit. not again.
his stomach filled up bit by bit as time passed, devouring and eating at the doctors organs, bones and even his skin, kissing his face with bloodied lipstick, leaving imprints on his neck and shoulders, at his hands and arms. caressing his long, crimson stained hair and ever so gently ripping him apart.
and if he got caught? he'd join his love.
he figured medkit would go to hell anyways, so he'd be there with him. the thought of being stuck in agonizing pain for all eternity with the doctor made him excited.
his own cannibalistic desires drived him into madness, as if he wasn't already gone insane. his own selfish fantasies led him into committing such an awful and selfish sin that subspace T. mine himself couldn't even explain why.
he was in love.
a self centered, sick and twisted form of love he created in his own head.
poor medkit.
lucky subspace.
the blood pooled and pooled on the floors, to the point the scientist's clothes were soaked in it. absolutely drenched in a narcissistic desire to kill, his mind was clogged with only one thing.
hunger.
he ate his arteries, his intestines, drank his blood..and ate his heart.
a life long achievement.
but medkit wasn't so happy, at least he didn't seem to be, all he did was lay back on the floor with his arms spread like a cross, his eye patch was on the kitchen table as he'd taken it off before, showing the empty eye socket that subspace loved. he stuck his fingers in out of curiosity, absolutely empty. oh, of course, it wasn't his first time with cannibalism.
subspace ate medkits eye before.
he just never told anyone about it, to Black Rock, it was a mystery how it suddenly disappeared.
but to subspace, it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
and now, the last time he ever wanted to eat..was medkit.
forever doomed in a cycle of pain and suffering, some would say, in every universe would they end in tragedy? in a sick and twisted way of loving eachother, or a one sided selfish love enough that could drive one to kill? to end lives?
maybe in one of the many possibilities, medkit was still alive.
maybe they'd be happy forever.
but in this universe?
there is no mercy for traitors like him.