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His eyes glanced at the file with a quizzical look, then back at you. Wordlessly urging to explain.
Sweat accumulated in your palms. “It’s a file. Well, obviously it’s a file— the contents list every possible exit of the underwater facility and how to breach the security during a lockdown. It must have been written for employees that just so happened to get stuck like we are.”
Sebastian's face relaxed, but now completely unreadable. Is he going to kill me?
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After discovering that Sebastian's birthday was just around the corner, you were determined to not leave him empty-handed. What you initially believed to be comparable to any other gift — one that had taken hours to find — turned out to be a universal key to every problem. Sebastian decided to use it, and reel you and Painter to shore. The Hadal Blacksite would soon be a distant memory, but the endless horrors it brought would remain what it always was; endless horrors. -
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...Banhammer glances up as someone pushes aside the curtain divider, and the doctor known as Medkit walks over, looking as exhausted as ever with those gaunt cheekbones and heavy eyebags. He never not looks horrible; it’s like it is his specialty to look as close to death’s door as possible, and he’s damn good at it too.
“You look nice.” Banhammer chuffs the moment he gets, watching as Medkit looks over him and sprouts a disdained expression at whatever horrendous sight he must be seeing. “But no, seriously, how do people take you serious as a doc when ‘ya look like you were due for ‘yer funeral yesteryear? I wouldn’t even trust ‘ya if I din’t have any other choice.”
It’s a shame, how much of a party-pooper this doctor is – Medkit levels him with a listless look, entirely unamused at the attempt at conversation, and asks in a tone so uninterested, it stings Banhammer’s ego a bit. “Are there any wounds on your legs?”
And because Banhammer’s feeling extra petty as a result of the hurt all over his body, he tugs off his uniform shirt while muttering petulantly, “Well, isn’t that a good question, Doc? Why don’t ‘ya go and check fer ‘yer’self? Since ‘yer oh so professional and can’t have a decent conversation.”
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08 Aug 2024
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A bunch of Phighting drabbles! Some are requests, some are just if I feel like it.
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04 Aug 2024
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i'm not a doctor (but i think i might be able to help) by orphan_account
Fandoms: PHIGHTING! (Roblox), Roblox (Video Game)
13 Jul 2024
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“How long ya gonna be sick for?” Banhammer queries, moving to sit at Medkit side with a huff, his weight weighing the mattress down. He’s confident that when he stands up there’ll be an indent of his rear on the blanket or something. He’s careful not to sit too close, though, lest he risk having the medic roll over and bump into him. Banhammer's a jerk, but he cares for Medkit. Enough, at least. “'Cause, I need you to be there for next week's Phight, and I ain't relying on Vine for healing. Always running off elsewhere, I never see her on point..."
“I don’t know,” Medkit croaks, a pained whimpers sounding from his throat. His forearm trembles as he moves to rest it against his eyelids, and Banhammers voice both grates his ears and keeps him grounded at the moment. “Just… keep quiet.”
or, self indulgent medhammer sickfic
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27 Jul 2024
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“He’ll have a water, thank you.” Says that rumbling voice, a voice that has talked to him for hours on end, offered comfort for hours on end, slowed the light-speed of his thinking mind for hours on end. The hand on Hyperlaser’s shoulder squeezes briefly, and the eyes of Katana’s mask slide his way, seeming to take him in.
Suddenly, Hyperlaser’s conscious of the faded bloodstains on his cuffs. Of the slackness of his tie and the wrinkles along his clothes. Of what could be smudges and debris and dust all over his mask.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Hyperlaser nods a greeting. “Katana.”
“Hello, Hyperlaser.” Katana murmurs after a few seconds of staring, the heaviness of his gaze leaving Hyperlaser as he looks at the array of bottles on the counter. A wave of shame, thick and choking, washes over Hyperlaser the longer Katana looks, and it feels like hours later that the bigger demon turns back to him with what can be a sympathetic tilt of his head.
He’s concerned.
No, he isn’t.
Is he worried then?
No. Not that either.
Then why does he stare like that—
“Hyperlaser.”
He pauses, bringing his lead-weight gaze back to Katana. “…Yes?”
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