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It was meant to be a normal day for Subspace. It was meant to be wake up, receive his medications, get a daily health check-up, and then do whatever.
But, of course not!
Subspace had just gotten off the bus at Crossroads, being instantly met my a familiar face.
"What's up, Spacee!! Good to see you!!"
Boombox instantly pulls him into a hug, very easy considering Subspace's condition. He spins him around, kisses his forehead. Subspace blushes a bit before composng himself.
"Yes yes, hello Boombox. Good to see you as well."
"Soooooo-"
Boombox starts, his LED eyes looking side to side.
"What are we gunna do today!"
It wasn't rare for Subspace to have to go into Crossroads to do check-ups on some of his Epsilon models. It were more or less quality checks on any that have malfuntioned or their code was acting up, all at request of course. He wasn't checking every single mass-produced Epsilon Biograft! Now that's just insane. It still usually took all day, if not longer, and it was agonizing sometimes. Boombox helped soften that stress just by being himself.
"Well, we have to headout to. . ."
Subspace pulls out his tablet, clicking on the first check-up request. The mini map expanded before zooming in on the location the Epsilon Biograft was.
"Here."
"Kay! Let's goooo!!!"
Boombox grabs his hand and quickly starts to drag him along, Subspace almost falling over to keep up if he wasn't used to this already. Off they went!
The hours went by both quickly and slowly, the sky once a bright cyan to darker shades of purplely-blue. Subspace worked diligently, bug fixes here, hardware replacements there, the usual sorts. One of the special cases was an Epsilon Biograft repeating the word Exam over and over again, which was very strange and very amusing to Boombox.
They had a few more stops before Subspace could rest for the rest of the day, and he was already exhausted.
"Okay okay. . . It should be around this corner."
"I guess that's why it's called a corner-store, hehe."
". . . Yes?- What are you on about."
Boombox laughs.
"Maaann, I don't know anymore hah!"
Subspace rolls his eyes, but ultimately, he's amused. Subspace and Boombox stand infront of a corner-store, the automatic sliding doors opening. It was a little chilly inside, the AC clearly being overused, which if Subspace wasn't wearing protective clothing, would've surley irritated the rot.
"Okkaayy, where is it-"
Subspace sees an Epsilon Biograft behind the counter. His tablet says this is the only one in service here. He skimms through the report he got.
- Acting strange
- Saying weird things
- Responds weirdly when two spthific inpernals walk into the store
- Delayed reaction time
Subspace hummed, thinking it was just some weird bug and faulty facial recognition. Subspace walks up infront of the Epsilon Biograft, snapping his fingers infront of his face.
"Hey, you."
The Epsilon Biograft responds immediately after reconizing it to be Subspace.
"HELLO, CREATOR."
It seems to reconize him correctly at least. Boombox slides over to watch. He notices the biograft is dressed up a little, a green visor on its head, and an similarly coloured apron. How quant!
"Alright, pop open your ports."
Subspace was already pulling out the cords out of his bad to accsess this Epsilon Biograft's system. The door rings, Subspace paying no mind, but Boombox and most importantly, the Biograft noticed who it was. It was really impossible to notice the duo of red and blue. One with a sword, his body scarred and dressed up as a knight in shining armor, the other lugging around a rocket blaster, his horns chipped but bright.
"EPPIII!!"
Sword loudly calls out, scaring the shit out of Subspace.
"SFOTH-!"
Subspace was going to ignore the annoying 'best friends' until he noticed how the Epsilon Biograft was acting. It stared at Sword and Rocket, going stiff in posture. Having no ability to have facial expressions, it was hard to tell what it was attempting to do. Was it afraid? Threatened? Or something else.
He got his answer quickly when Sword absentmindly walked past both of the internals and right infront of the Epsilon Biograft he just called 'Epi.'
"Epi! Hi!! Heeyy, how are you!"
'Epi' seems to almost shudder as it seems to struggle to respond.
"I-UM. I'M OKAY. IN THE-THE UH, MIDDLE OF A SYSTEM-CHECK RIGHT NOW WITH MY CREATOR!"
Sword slowly turns to look at Subspace, a smile on his face.
"OHHH! Hi, hello! Sorry to barge!"
He can hear Rocket snicker in the background as he grabs a bag of chips to buy. While Subspace takes a few seconds to even process what was supposed to be happening, Boombox glances over at 'Epi.' It's was a little farther from the counter before, figeting with its own hands. That itself was strange, but Boombox may or may not have frequented fanfiction sits to have a guess what the loud sound of whirling fans 'Epi' was emiitting might've meant.
His eyes widen a little upon that thought. No fucking shot.
Boombox stares at 'Epi', and 'Epi' stares back.
". . ."
". . ."
"Hey, Suubbb-"
"YOU! SILENCE!"
The noise snaps Subspace out of his trance as Rocket rudely half-shoves him out of the way to pay for the chips he wants to buy. Subspace curses Rocket under his mask, but Rocket could give less of a fuck. He slides the chips to the flustard 'Epi' and leaning on the counter.
"Damn! You learned us fast haven't you, cutie?"
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That fucking broke Subspace, and Boombox finally let out the laughter he'd been holding back this entire time. The nickname finally makes it clear that 'Epi' was extreamly flustard as it let out an audible yelp, their hands shooting to cover this non-existant blush as its fans whirls lourder.
Sword doesn't see how mortified the scientist is as he chims in with Rocket's comment.
"Yeah! I guess you really like us, haha! Maybe when you get off work- if you ever- we should hang out!"
"W-WELL I UM. . . I DO HAVE TIME AFTER CLOSING. . . BUT THAT'S LATE INTO THE NIGHT."
Rocket butts in.
"Bruh, I never sleep on time!"
'Epi' looks away, embaressed, but slowly it nods its head in agreement. Sword cheers as Rocket smiles, paying for his snack, and leaving with a wink. Sword trails behind after, leaving Boombox laughing on the ground and Subspace staring at his creation, seemingly having a crush on TWO OF THE MOST ANNOYING DUO EVER.
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