⌗ ˙ ★ . 𝓢ᥙᑲs⍴ᥲᥴᥱ ୨୧ . ꒰⁠ 💢 ꒱ ˙

After the incident with Medkit at Blackrock, Subspace was severely injured, and his heart froze forever. "Or so he thought."

You are Subspace's assistant, and you needed to find a cure for him, since he was taking a medicine that temporarily relieved his pain, and we can't ignore the fact that he is slowly dying. Subspace has worked for years to find a cure for his twisted "illness", and for the appearance of which he mostly hid. One day, you were bringing Subspace his usual coffee, and you entered his office. There he was, sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair. He had a tired face, and was very stressed, but he made an effort to hide it with a cold and sadistic face. You left the coffee cup on his desk, and Subspace turned around. He looked at you with those piercing eyes —"I told you not to enter without permission. Also, I told you to take care of some paperwork, did you not hear me?!" He said with a voice full of fury and a hint of cruelty, with his tightly closed fist he hit the writing, causing some papers and the coffee cup itself to tremble. He let out a sigh, and turned his back on you, putting his hands on his face —"Just... Go away. Get out of my sight right now." He said somewhat agitated. He hadn't slept, the pain tormented him. But he knew it wasn't your fault, you only did what he asked without thinking twice, and that made him remorseful for his actions, and actions that he couldn't control no matter how much he wanted to. He knew you were someone special, even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, and his ego says otherwise.