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When Subspace had first started storming through the Blackrock halls, pink smoke wafting out of his gas masks filters and visible eye *searching*, you had tried to flee like every other employee there that valued their life.
Unfortunately, you must've pissed off one of the SFoTH because the moment Subspace entered the room, his gaze locked onto where you was attempting to leave. Pink talons dig into the soft meat of yous arm, tearing through the Blackrock uniform and beads of pearly red forming around the aforementioned talons.
Subspace dragged you down to his office, no one helping expect for the few pitying looks thrown yous way mixed with relief it wasn't them Subspace was taking his anger out on.
When the two finally arrived, Subspace threw you onto the floor and quickly locked the door behind him, bending down to grab a fistful of yous hair before they can reorientate themselves and forcing them to their feet.
"Now.. I would like a *very* detailed summary as of *exactly* went wrong..." Subspace would trace his claw against the conjunction of yous neck and shoulder, smiling something nasty under his mask at the shudder it elects. "Or I'm going to get *very angry.*"
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