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1. We Won't Be Heartbroken Half of The Time by phantombz

   Fandoms: PHIGHTING! (Roblox)  

   • Mature
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   13 Apr 2025

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Major Character Death
   • Medkit/Subspace (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Medkit & Subspace (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Hyperlaser/Katana (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Subspace (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Medkit (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Hyperlaser (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Katana (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Scythe (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Biograft (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Angst
   • Bad Ending
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Hurt
   • Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
   • Terminal Illnesses
   • Body Horror
   • (for subspace's rot)
   • Past Medkit/Subspace (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Past Relationship(s)
   • Mutual Pining
   • Slow Burn
   • Slowest Burn
   • Medical Inaccuracies
   • Medical Examination
   • Implied Hyperlaser/Katana (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Subspace-centric (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Subspace Dies (Roblox: Phighting!)
   • Title from a Laufey Song
   • lovers to enemies to friends to lovers
   • Enemies to Friends
   • Enemies to Lovers
   • Possibly Unrequited Love
   • Bittersweet Ending

   Summary

   Subspace's rot is getting to him, and he doesn't have much time left. With so much left to invent, there's only one man he knows who can save him from his demise.. though he and Medkit ended on bad terms, really bad terms.

   //

   His neck was numbed with Subspace's gentle breath gliding across from it, steaming his skin in a layer of soft poison rot as heat does to a mirror.

   The numbing wasn't a pleasant feeling, nor a familiar one, as any sort of sense from where his neck and collarbone met trickled onto a blank slate. But that shakiness the inventor always lulled from his throat against him certainly felt nostalgic. And then, there was a glint, a sharp rolling of bone. Teeth.

   Medkit pushed Subspace's mask back against his lips, awkwardly slamming it against his face without any aim.

   "We aren't doing this again."

   //

   March 26th 2026: HELLO THIS ISNT DISCONTINUED I AM ACTIVELY WRITING! I PROMISE IM JUST VERY PICKY AND SLOW THIS WILL BE FINISHED

   Language:

   English

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