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Subspace sat in the back of Zuka's truck, his legs kicking and head bobbing to the music that was blaring. He and a few other phighters were on their way to a phight. Sword, Vine Staff, Hyperlaser, Rocket, and Ban Hammer. He could barely stop himself from glancing at Ban Hammer every now and then. They were the second load of phighters heading off to the arena that was picked out- Banland- one that he paid to have an extra vote put on it because he absolutely adored snagging glances of the massive Ban Hammer statue. It was so well made- every detail was the exact same! The groves in the statue where Ban Hammer had facial hair, the tusks just a scaled copy of Ban Hammer's own- oh, and the perfectly sculpted muscles! It made Subspace giddy just looking up on it, many times he had fallen into the lava because he was staring at the statue and didn't pay attention to where he was going or wasn't paying attention to his surroundings and he was simply just.. pushed in, by Medkit. Medkit, of course.. that stupid demon who just couldn't seem to stop terrorizing him. He rolled his eyes, leaning over to Ban Hammer and resting his head on his hand. The large demi-deiry was sitting there, staring straight ahead and sipping on a can of coke that looked comically small compared to his massive hands.
"Ban Hammer, have you been interested in any of Blackrock's newest and brightest technology?" He asked.
"It illegal?" Ban Hammer responded, looking over and sipping his coke.
"Only if you want it to be!" Subspace said, his eyes showing his happiness.
"That could get ya some time behind bars, ya know.." Ban Hammer shrugged.
"Oh, don't send me to that place full of low lives! You and I should both now we are the furthest away from that rank."
Ban Hammer let out a chuckle, "sure, whatever ya say."
I made him laugh! Subspace beamed, "well, ahem, I could get you a discount for these new technologies on the Blackrockian market!"
"Really now? What's it gon' cost me?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all, I assure you!" Subspace did want something but.. it was best he wasn't pushy. A kiss was all he yearned for.
"How much would it be? With the discount?"
"Only 35k bux!" Subspace grinned, blushing under his gas mask.
"Oh.. that's a damn good deal right there.." Ban Hammer tapped his chin as if he were pondering. "Nah, notta."
"..Oh. Well, if you're interested-"
"I ain't."
"Well... The discount still stands if you want some product in the future!"
"'Kay." Ban Hammer then turned away from him, talking to Hyperlaser about horns. Subspace huffed. At least they were nearby the arena, closer to seeing that perfect statue.
The group arrived at the arena after Zuka was pulled over by Officer Bloxxer, who said it was "illegal to have people in the back of your truck while driving." What a party pooper! Ban Hammer had to step in and waved off the target. Bloxxer wasn't happy at all but left Zuka to do it job. Subspace strolled into the locker room. There were five more phighters. Medkit, talking with Scythe, Sword sharpening his blade, Katana meditating before the phight, and Shuriken doing some stretched and warm ups. The teams hadn't been chosen yet. He prayed to the Swords above that he would be on the same team as Ban Hammer.
Soon, teams were decided. He was given a team with Scythe, Vine Staff, Medkit and Ban Hammer. Ban Hammer! His prayers were answered. As they waited to start, Scythe and Ban Hammer were bickering- like always. This time, they were arguing about names he hadn't heard before. "Racket," "Mace," "Longbow," all named of first generation phighters, probably. He listened to them argue. He liked hearing Ban Hammer's voice. He sounded hot when he was angry, maybe because his voice got so much deeper and gravelly when he was pissed. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eye and just listening. Listening to all sounds, really.
The clicking of a revolver's barrel as it was loaded- Medkit.
A woman who was spitting venom- Scythe.
The sound of a sword being sharpened- Sword.
The sound of a blaster being taken off of safety- Rocket.
The sound of two siblings singing softly together- Vine Staff and Shuriken.
The sound of ruffling feathers- Katana.
The sound of a helmet turning on- Hyperlaser.
The sounds before a phight was how he focused. He relaxed his muscles- or what he had left of them- and rolled his shoulders.
He was ready to beat some ass- and look at it, too.
The round was over, Subspace's team claiming victory. Scythe managed to get MVP, but she was totally stealing all of Ban Hammer's kills! He saw it with his own eye! He stomped over to Scythe, stopping in front of her as she removed her jacket and loosened her tie.
"You were so kill stealing!" Subspace growled.
"Was I, now?" Scythe asked, her tone uninterested.
"You kept taking Ban Hammer's kills!"
"Not my fault that Banny is too slow," she chuckled, "why do ya care anyways, Subs? Got a thang for 'im?"
"W-What?! No! What a preposterous thing to say!" Subspace was dumbfounded. Was he that easy to see through?
"Your mask does not hide your blush, Subspace." An obnoxious, British voice said beside Scythe. Medkit was cleaning off his revolver.
"Damn right it don't." Scythe agreed, removing her tie and allowing her shirt to fall open slightly. Subspace huffed. "Don' worry, Subs, I keep secrets. And I'll tell ya a secret- he likes ya, too."
"Really?!" He almost jumped out of his rotting skin!
"Nah, not really. Funny seein' ya so excited, though. Right, Meddy?" Scythe nudged him with her elbow, letting out a hearty laugh.
"How humorous." Medkit replied in a flat tone.
"Well, get on with you, scat." Scythe shooed him away, fanning herself with her hat. Subspace bit back the temptation to shove one of his crystals in her face. She was a pathological liar! She did it just to fuck with him. He sighed, turning on his heel and heading over to Ban Hammer.
"Hey, Ban Hammer! We made a great team, didn't you see?" Subspace said, folding his hands behind his back and a grin showing in his eyes.
"Uhh, yeah, sure." Ban Hammer bit into some beef jerky from his locker. Subspace just started for a moment, admiring his physique. Gorgeous, handsome.. so many more words could describe Ban Hammer. He snapped back to his thoughts when he realized Ban Hammer was snapping his fingers in his face.
"Inphinity to Subspace, c'mon. Zone in." Ban Hammer said.
"Oh.. I'm zoned in.. uh, you're really handsome." Subspace couldn't catch himself in time. "Oh- what I mean is- like- you perform uh.. flawlessly in Phights, like.. when you uh, banned Shuriken and Rocket at the same time! Yeah.."
Ban Hammer snorted, looking around for a moment before a smile crept into his gorgeous face.
"Yer pretty, too, y'know." Ban Hammer chuckled, breathing on Subspace's face. His breath smelt of blood and beef jerky, probably from the raw animals he was notorious to consume. Ban Hammer put a hand on Subspace's shoulder, causing him to freeze. "Let's just.. remove that mask, yeah?"
Subspace's breathing hitched as Ban Hammer pulled his gas mask off of his face. He leaned forward and kissed Ban Hammer's cheek. Ban Hammer had no reaction, pinning Subspace to the wall and glancing over his shoulder for a moment before turning back to Subspace and kissing him right on his rotted lips.
Guess he didn't need a discount to snag a kiss..
Subspace sat in his lab, watching reruns of the phight earlier. How he performed, how Scythe and Medkit performed, how Vine Start healed, and of course- the most important one, how Ban Hammer performed. He watched, playing with his hair like a lovesick school girl. Eventually came the scene where the two kissed. He watched as Ban Hammer pinned him to the wall on the screen, and looked over his shoulder- wait, was he saying something? It looked like he was.. he turned up the video, hearing murmurs of other phighters and Ban Hammer looking straight at the camera, saying something..
"Get a load of this guy!" Ban Hammer said, chuckling before kissing Subspace on the rerun. He just watched. Get a load of this guy. Did he not.. mean that kiss?
Was he just a toy for Ban Hammer to play with..?
He stared at the screen, his fists clenching. The screen was then struck. Then the monitor beside him. Then the screen on the other side of him. All, shattered and displaying weird colors and statics his knuckles bled but he didn't care. It didn't hurt as bad. Subspace let out a scream of anger and hatred, wailing on the screens. There was nothing but shattered glass by the time he was done. He needed to get his revenge. He needed to, now.
Subspace rummaged through his closet, grabbing an old, fake rose that he had worn to prom all those years ago. He cut off the buds removing his eye patch and sewing it over the area his eye would hide. He then took the top of an old costume he had for Dark-o-ween, the holiday that was celebrated all across the Inphinity where demons would dress up. He made his own costume back then, and then used it for a science project. He picked up the coffin that was used as his crystal container, sewing some bat wings onto it.
He then grabbed the crystal floating between his horns, taking a deep breath but ripping it out of the space and pinned it to the table, making quick work to carve the crystal into a cross. He then put it back, slightly dizzy but he was alright. He needed his revenge. He knew someone who could get his revenge. He wiped his nose, grabbing a lighter and setting the gasses released from the crystal carvings on fire and fled from his office, grabbing important blue prints and headed out to his car. He got in and drove straight for the road, the sounds of fire alarms letting out their blaring screech in the background. He just drove. He knew where he needed to go. Who he needed to see.
He needed the Church of the True Eye.
Exorspace needed the Church of the True Eye.