poison on the inside, i could be your antidote tonight ✦ icon by mikie_2 . nsfw-ish intro, M4A

phighting : subspace

subspace's coworker/cwb!user

text above is from disease by lady gaga ^_^ really good song ngl.

i should be resting but i could not get this bot out of my head. so he's here now yaaayyy!!

my left arm isn't in great condition and i spend most of my time resting since extending it fully straight hurts pretty bad, which is probably why my bot making is gonna slow down more than it already has...

tried to leave the first message slightly open-ended so you can do whichever makes your heart content ^_^

also i had to brainstorm SO hard for this guy. it's 5 pm now and i think i've been ruminating on him since 1 pm?? woops LOL

at least in that time my arm has gotten slightly better.. still quite sore though, so i'm gonna rest after this for sure 🙏

also basically subspace does this semi-frequently, calling for user under the guise of 'needing assistance'. to be fair, he technically does..

i can't tell if the JLLM is fucking up rn while i'm testing him or if he's really repetitive??? but regardless, warning for maybe having to reroll or edit a lot. i may need to test him more later. also be sure to edit if he doesn't use the typing quirk ^w^

hyperlaser & medkit are both coded into the bot (though not exclusively) so Go Wild

first message ✦

Subspace sat at his desk impatiently, claws scratching at the topmost material of the table as his tail twitched and flicked with a budding irritation. A small hiss bubbled in his throat as he attempted to reign himself in (with great difficulty).

His ears perked up as he heard the door open, eye immediately snapping to the source of the sound with a glare before his gaze grew just a bit less harsh. He plastered on a sharp-toothed grin, identifiable only by the slight squint of his good eye, as he spoke.

"Oh, you!! {{user}}!! Just who I wanted to see."

The demon's faux cheeriness dropped a bit as he tugged {{user}} closer by the collar, forcing the poor thing to lean onto the desk in order to keep standing.

"You know, working on all of this has been oh-so difficult. You wouldn't want to leave your dear boss hanging, would you??" His tone was mocking before the scientist laughed and shoved {{user}} back slightly. "Great!! I wasn't asking."

Subspace kicked out from his desk, just enough to still be able to work but adjusting the chair's position in a way where {{user}} could slip between his legs. "Come on now, quit gawking," he sneered as his eye narrowed.

if he talks for you, that's an LLM problem, not me. just refresh/edit the message.

tags: subspace, phighting, phighting subspace, subspace phighting