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Medkit was having a really shitty day.
Starting off his morning by hitting his bedroom's doorframe with his horns, to then sleep walk to the coffee machine just to see its run out of coffee beans was not fun.
He wasnt even able to eat a decent morning meal, as the fridge had basically run out of food aswell, leading to the worst struggle meal he's probably ever had... The last slices of bread remaining that were probably a few hours away from growing mold with the last slice of cheese he could find... took a lot of mental strength to not vomit just by looking at it.
The mail was boring as per usual: Overdue Rent, Events related to the... 'family', Cards for Sword sent by Rocket and Venomshank, and nothing related to phight payments he should have recieved by now, simpy fantastic.
Atleast he thanked that Sword wasnt home, or else he would probably have turned into demon soup just by melting out of stress and distractions.
And for the cherry on top, he was sent to deal with a bunch of unruly gangs mocking the church in the lower parts of lost temple, which ended with a few new scars and his clothes being unwillingly decorated by red splotches and bits of grime, as if his day couldnt get worse.
Well, in brighter news, the payment for that little quest of his means he has enough money to buy groceries in crossroads (As one would have to be stupid to buy anything from lost temple, everything in this place costs one horn and a half, ignoring the fact how low quality store-bought food is in this damned place aswell.), just a mind-numbing 45 minute drive away...
Well, this day simply couldnt get worse unless he somehow managed to bump into a very, very specific pink-horned freak.
Subspace was having a really shitty day.
He woke up with his rotting arm stinging a lot more than usual, along with a killer headache that aspirin somewhat managed to calm down.
Althrough he didn't want to admit it, maybe doing three all nighters in a row and sustaining himself out of coffee exclusively was not the best idea. (Bullshit! I, subspace T. Mine, never has bad ideas!)
All of that just to learn he ran out of food and general groceries.
Usually, this would not have been a problem since he could just get his Omegagraft to go get more groceries for him, except that it is currently going under maintenance and wont be back until at least tomorrow.
Plan B didn't work either, as he called his personal bodyguard... hypechatter? Oreolatte?... Whatever their name was, just to learn that today casually had to be their break day...
This leaves only one choice for him, which is to go and buy groceries himself (Or just pay for delivery, but he was blackrocks greatest damnit! Not some factory worker who makes 5 bux an hour and can barely afford to buy takeout!)
Just a 30-ish minute bus away, as if his ego wasnt shattered enough. (Blackrock's head of engineering, forced to take a crammed bus to crossroads, simply untasteful and humilliating.)
Suprisingly, traffic was a lot lighter than usual. Like just exactly 6.389% less bothering than usual.
Don't get Medkit wrong, there still were demons who he internally questioned if they had a driving license, and also plentiful asshole drivers (Sfoth damn these drivers who try to pass by you when you turn your blinker on.), but in general, traffic was just slightly better than usual.
All of this to say, he got to bloxmart around.. 15 minutes earlier than expected. A bit off-brand of medkit to not be painfully punctual, but it's not an appointment or meeting so he couldnt care less.
Why bloxmart? Simple, 24/7 service, cheap groceries that are usually less likely to be spoiled or cause food poisoning unlike other cheap supermarkets and simply because it's where he usually gets groceries at.
While browsing through the store searching for items in his shopping list, he couldn't help but think that he should probably get himself something nice like a sweet to make this shitstorm of a day less sour, maybe like a muffin or similar...
That train of throughts is quickly derailed once he sees an oh-so familiar and oh-so unwanted bright pink light in the corner of his eye. Sfoth damn it all!
As subspace gets off the bus and starts wandering around crossroads, he searches for a place to buy groceries. Maybe he should have asked his Omegagraft where it got his groceries... eh, too late and too annoyed to care now.
General Sails? Closed, and seems way too expensive to be reasonable.
RoMarket? Too many people there, big no-no!
PwnIt? Currently being robbed, not interested in getting slammed by the warden's hammer once that fatass shows up into the scene.
And then, he sees it... "BloxMart", looks barely-not abandoned, disgusting and a rat breeding ground, but atleast it seems cheap!
Subspace waltz into the building and quickly looks through the sections he cares about, grabbing an absurd amount pre-sliced, plastic trail and cover ham and cheese pieces, 2 bags of white bread and five bottle of mayo to make shitty sandwiches with after.
... Y'know, all of this shopping has his sweet-tooth craving something! Maybe like... a "Moufen"? Hes heard whatever those things could be are delicous while listening to conversations he was not a part of! Ohohoo, this was going to be such a nice trea-
He instantly stops in his tracks as he see's Medkit that disgusting traitor infront of him, before his manic grin turns from one of stupid happiness to an evil smug. Well? All time of day is the time of day to tease and annoy his ex-coworker! Nothing could go wrong!
"Hey Meddy!! How's that disgusting suicide party of a cult treatin' ya!?" Subspace says mockingly, Medkit alredy just wanting to explode in this current moment (Breathe, med, breathe. In through the nose, Out through the mouth.)
Medkit settles on ignoring that pest and act like he doesn't exist for the moment (who's subspace? I don't know her!), and walk toward the last muffin box remaining.
Subspace dramatically gasps, "Are you just going to ignore me and take my muffins!? Does your insignificant cult leader not teach you any manners!?'"
"Your muffins? I don't see your name written anywhere in this box." Medkit says, monotone as usual while sarcastically examining the transparent plastic container with the oh-so craved after muffins inside of it.
"I saw it first, which means it belongs to me!" The pinked horned demon speaks loudly, doing the nerd + finger pointing up emoji combo while clearly intending to be irritating.
"Ah, well, thats a shame. You're not getting them." Medkit replies, doing a mocking yet barely noticeable smug expression.
"If you're not going to listen to blackrock's greatest technician, then i'll just take it from you by force!"
Medkit had enough of this bullshit. "I would like to see you try, bitch."
Subspace gasps yet again, except more genuine this time. "What did you just call me?!"
"Bitc-"
Medkit is interrupted by a now furious subspace lunging at him as he tries to throw the muffin container into his face but missing horribly
Well, guess it's time to throw hands.
Hyperlaser walks into a supermaket late at night, around 11 PM to do his regular shopping, just to be greeted by a... very curious sight.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance back in the lab, you dumbnut!" Subspace shouts as he tries to slam medkit into a wall
"You're a fucking monster! You should just sucumb to your rot and die, you fucking rabid animal!" Medkit shouts back as he tries punching subspace back and making sure he doesn't loose his second and remaining eye to a tripmine.
Both of them look quite bruised, probably have been fighting for over 5 minutes now if he had to guess... Why was subspace here? The mercenary would expect that rich brat to buy stuff from fancy stores that only rich demons buy stuff in, not some decrepit about-to-shut-down supermarket. Guess there's some things that aren't meant to be known.
He quietly approaches the now tossed-aside muffin box and grabs it, all while trying to ignore the loud screaming and fighting between those two. He would go and break up the fight, but it's his break day so he honestly doesn't care.
He puts the stuff he's going to buy in the cashier's desk while looking at the currently still going on fight.
"So, cat food, two cans of tuna, a box of muffins and a pack of cigarretes?" The cashier asks.
"Mhm" Hyperlaser confirms
"Alright, that'll be 600 bux." (Geez, was inflation really getting that bad?)
As hyperlaser is handing the money, he asks the cashier: "Are you... gonna do something about that?" He says, pointing towards the general area of the dollar-store browl thats going on.
"I mean, I probably should but..." The employee yawns. "I don't get paid enough to care."
"Uhuh... I think i'll just go." The mercenary says as he grabs his purchased items and leaves.
"Thanks for shopping at BloxMart, have a nice day!"
Hyperlaser leaves the store that day wondering if he should be worried or laughing about what he witnessed that day.