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When Medkit opened his eye, it wasn't the usual sight of his dingy apartment, the one he had never bothered to decorate, the one where he only had the bare essentials in it. Instead, it was different. It was still a bedroom, though the bed had metal framing rather than wood, though the empty oak desk to his right along with the blank nightstand in front of him made up for the missing material. But that was besides the point, Medkit had not been brought here to judge the living quarters. Where in the world was he?
His previously sleepy expression immediately faded, replaced with wide-eyes frantically analyzing the room, shooting up in the bed to sit up rather than lay down. What happened? Had Ban hammer gotten him, Scythe, and Broker? Had Subspace found him? Was he in the Banlands or Blackrock? Yeesh, those are both horrid options.. He felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of either, especially the latter.
Though through the little window that got rid of any privacy the sleep chamber offered, he could see some other phighters stood around a huge wheel, though what grabbed his attention to it was another door, identical to his, swinging open, a panicked Ban hammer rushing out. Huh. He assumed this wasn't the Banlands yet, and while he was aware Subspace did not care for many laws, he failed to see what benefits kidnapping the warden would grant him.
The presumably thin walls disregarded the idea of sound proofing, which had been proved by the medic hearing Ban hammer's muffled shouts at the others as he tried to figure out what was going on. The others had been chatting previously as well, did they know the answers?
Medkit got out of the bed, trying to shove down the thoughts of how disgusting it might be. He didn't know whose that thing was, or who slept in it beforehand. Eugh, he's making the revulsion worse the more he thinks about it.. The door proved to be unlocked, giving way for him with no resistance. Nobody turned to look at him, more focused on trying to calm the demi-deity down.
His gaze shifted over the scene, Scythe and Broker were there, stood next to each other. If he had to guess, they were probably chatting beforehand, though that had been forced to a halt by Ban hammer, causing Scythe to roll her eyes while the Broker turned their head in Medkit's direction, waving him over. Sword was nowhere to be seen, though Rocket was there, stood away from the others with his arms crossed, looking at Boombox, Skateboard, and Coil with the same distaste Medkit had been looking at the bed with, while the three were all in a little group, seemingly the most relaxed out of everyone visible to Medkit (which did not mean they were still concerned about the scenario.) Another group that had formed was Slingshot, Shuriken, and Vine Staff, along with- Oh, great. Subspace and Biograft. SFOTH, let whatever negative about this be directed to that lot.. Katana was talking to Ban hammer, who had stopped yelling (though his normal volume was not much of a difference with how loud that inphernal was.) Hyperlaser also seemed to be missing out of all of them.
From what Medkit heard, none of them really knew what was going on, all of them in the same situation. Someone had to be lying, no? This doesn't just happen... Though it would be sort of difficult to pull it off. But him being here does prove that someone somehow managed to do it. Actually, now that he thinks about it, who would even be able to do all of this? And then why would they just pretend they didn't? That's... stupid. So it's actually not someone from here. But if not, who—
'' Welcome to the death penalty program! '' A voice rung out from a TV speaker above the gigantic roulette-themed wheel, all heads turning to look at it. A door creaked open, Sword peeking out of another matching room, looking at the giant group and then at the TV who continued blasting that voice. Death penalty? Had he heard that right? I mean, granted, he is wanted, but he doubted it warranted death penalty, not to mention it didn't even make sense for more than half of the others to be here! I mean, the warden himself in death penalty? How ironic! And who would even be the executioner?
'' Today, you will undergo a series of experiments. Compliance is not only crucial, but mandatory, therefore measures have been implemented to ensure the integrity of our testing process. '' Measures? What sort of measures? That's... extremely concerning.
... He hopes Subspace would get whatever 'experiment' before him. If he had to go, he'd at least be there to see Subspace go before him. And even if he doubted a death penalty would be painful, he hoped it would be. Even if he had to go through the same fucking pain, it'd be worth seeing the other suffer through it first.
'' Let us commence with the first experiment. In exactly one minute, one participant will be executed. We extend our gratitude for your involuntary participation. ''
Panic set in right then, alarmed yelling overlapping one another, but before anyone could truly react, the wheel begun spinning, yet instead of having numbers to land on, their faces were there, and Medkit could only assume it'd land on somebody with an unfortunate result. The wheel begun fast, all the faces blurring together into one colour, yet it slowed to a halt, the pointer just barely remaining on Shuriken, barely avoiding Biograft besides him.
A loud beeping sound was audible from where Shuriken was stood, the phighter clearly panicking, Vine Staff and Slingshot attempting to help him, to somehow stop the beeping, save the inphernal from the cruel fate the wheel had decided for him.
They didn't succeed. Something in Shuriken's neck exploded, the skin on his neck blasting off, forcing the crimson liquid out of it, splattering on nearby surroundings. His body went limp in his sister's arms, who shook him yelling as if it'd bring him back, while his brother behind him froze in shock.
... Dear SFOTH, what have they gotten into..?