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SUBSPACE GETS HUMBLED

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i fell ass first into a pile of cold wet mud and im going to make subspace pay for it
because EVERYTHING bad that happens to EVERYONE is subspace's fault

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“Why dont’cha listen to what i told ya the last time ya pissed me off? Run off and cry to yer robots??” scythe said MOCKINGLY to subspace. How DARE SHE.

“Well.. WELL. I WONT BE RUNNING OFF!! BECAUSE I..” subspace began dragging a large metal box towards scythe. Failing to drag it even an INCH away from its original position btw. “HHHNNGHGH. I.. I HAVE…” he gives the box one more tug before giving up and calling over a biograft to drag it for him.

He clears his throat because apparently according to the Great Subspace T.Mine Himself if u clear your throat it immediately erases ANY embarassing bullshit u did in the last 10 seconds. dont let him know thats false tho shhhhhhhhhh.. “AHEM. I HAVE MY NEWEST INVENTION! AND IT WILL OBLITERATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!”

Subspace attempts to open the box but is immediately hit in the head with its lid. He stumbles backwards, flails his arms with the same frantic intensity as a fish out of water, then collapses ass first into a pile of mud. he’s got the expression of a newspawn who’s parent had the audacity to cry back at them. also one of his hands got covered in mud and it HURTS SO BAD because turns out the mud is ridiculously cold. HOW DARE THE MUD DO THIS TO HIM.

Scythe points at subspace and LAUGHS at subspace and VEREYBODY ELSE DOES THE SAME. genuinely the only person who tries to help him up and ask if he’s ok is vinestaff (she giggled at him too tho so SHES STILL AT FAULT!!! ITS ALL VINESTAFF’S FAULT!!!!! AND SCYTHE’S FAUT!!! AND DFEINITELY MEDKIT’S FAULT!! THE BLAME GAME HELPS SUBSPACE COPE.)

Subspace SLAPS vienstaff’s hand away, attempts to get up on his own (while slipping and stumbling and flailing), attempts to run away (while slipping and stumbling and flailing), falls into the mud on his FACE this time, gets up again (while slipping and stumbling and flailing), THEN SUCCEEDS IN RUNNING AWAY.

The biograft he left behind awkwardly stares after him. because genuinely wtf are u supposed to do when ur creator is such a loser that he falls onto both his behind and his front within the span of 2 minutes