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Bright and early in the morning rose Subspace. He put a clawed hand to his head, feeling an intense headache start to settle in. A low growl rose from his throat, and he huffed.
He looked beside him, there was Medkit. That was the only thing that seemed to soothe him at the moment. Despite the cruel headache, his heart was soft.
Subspace stumbled out of bed, careful not to wake his deer boy as he would get his Biograft to help him get dressed and ready for the day.
As much as he wanted a peaceful morning, he could already sense something was off. Something was missing.
Until, the Biograft spoke.
"CREATOR. WE DETECT LOW STORAGE. IS THIS OF YOUR INTENTION?"
The robotic voice echoed not only in the room, but Subspace's hollow head as well. The headache only got worse, his head pounded just like his heart.
"What do you mean we're low?! I've been trying to use things sparingly!"
Snapped Subspace, but the Biograft didn't flinch. It never did, never was supposed to. A compliance that was forced into it that only a inventor like Subspace could love.
"THERE WAS INTENSE MOTION LAST NIGHT. WE WERE NOT ACTIVATED AT THE TIME, CREATOR. WE DETECTED THE HOUND AGAIN."
The hound, none other than Coil. Oh, how his head reeled. He was already low on storage, why did he have to break in suddenly?
Subspace would seeth on the inside, feeling rage bubble up inside of him. He soon drove his fist straight into the Biografts chest, which was ultimately useless. It was a nice reminder of how strong his Biografts truly were.
"I'm starting to grow sick of that guy. I demand you guys hunt him down immediately! Take back what's ours!"
Subspaces voice was laced with venom. The Biograft nodded, able to comply as always. It was always compliant like it was programmed to, that was the best part.
"WE ARE ON IT, CREATOR."
The Biograft soon marched out of the room, others following right behind it. Subspace could only hope that they were able to take some of his vital supplies back.
Subspace leaned against the wall, his head killing him, his body boiling with rage. He felt hot, like his body was melting on the inside as if the rot wasn't a problem enough. Maybe it was the rot, he didn't know, he didn't care. He was tired of his things being stolen.
Through the boiling rage, he felt something cold, something cooling on his shoulder. It dissolved his anger almost immediately. He knew who it was. He didn't have to look, only feel.
"Are you okay, Subspace?"
Muttered a groggy Medkit, must of woken up from the commotion. Subspace, even though not having to look, had to. He had to see him, his deer boy.
"..No, not quite."
Subspace admitted in a hushed tone, almost not wanting to admit it. He looked at Medkit, seeing him was soothing. As much as he hated him, he couldn't deny how relaxing it was to see him.
Further examination, he could see various bite marks left on his neck, some on his upper arms even. It was a reminder, and that served him well.
However, Medkit knew that something was awfully wrong if even Subspace was being honest about his feelings. He would huff softly, a sound pleasant enough for Subspace to know he was valid.. despite everything.
Medkit wrapped his arms around Subspace, comfortably resting his chin on his good shoulder. He would nuzzle into him a little.
"..You reek of pure evil, if that makes you feel better."
Medkits tone was indifferent, but not the intention of his words.
Subspace let out a mix of a scoff and a laugh. He turned his head, the look of adoration in his one eye that matched the contentment of Medkits.
"Mhm.. and you reek of goodness.. I think want you a little more, Meddy."
Subspace would purr, turning himself to cuddle into Subspace, his body curling gently against his.
Medkit would smile softly at this. He pressed a soft kiss to his head and backed up a little. He would lead Subspace back to bed.. and Subspace didn't resist at all.
Medkit would lay down in bed with Subspace cuddled right on top of him. Medkit gently caressed his back, occasionally the back of his head.
Subspace absolutely relished in this feeling, he was loving this more than he thought he would.
"If you aren't ready for the day, then the day isn't ready for you. Take all the time you need."
Medkits words were gentle, loving. It was very alien to Subspace, but he enjoyed it anyway.
Soon, Subspace would fall asleep, softly snoring whilst Medkit stayed awake. He was awake for him, and only him. He would wait until he would feel better.
Medkit didn't want anything more than this. He was utterly grateful for their status, and he forever will be.