The desk was a mess. Too many diagrams and too many studies, but nothing was working. Subspace really needed a break.
So she got up to bother an adorable little deer she was so jealous of.
Medkit was at their desk with sorted papers and neatly written notes. Their experiments were just always going well, they knew what to do to get the result they needed and always got recognition for their intelligence, and for the fact that they were a healing gear, of course they'd get all the attention for being a healing gear.
Then there was Subspace. She could barely write in print, chicken scratch notes she could barely understand herself, always having to resort to trial and error hoping that one little change would make the damn project work again, but when she got the praise, oh she GOT the praise.
Her work was groundbreaking! Life changing inventions that could shape the future of Blackrock itself! The only problem is that she couldn't do it consistently. That's why she's so jealous of Medkit. They're consistent. That's the one thing she needs to be.
She poked the deer’s face.
“Heyyyy. How's your thing going?”
Medkit didn't respond.
“Come on now, you'd really ignore me like that?? So mean!”
Medkit looked away, trying to focus on their work.
“You don't mind if I took a look at your notes, would you?-”
Suddenly she was grabbed and tossed to the floor, below a yelling Medkit pointing at her, calling her all these nasty words. Useless. Stupid. Thief. Failure.
She tried to hold the tears back. She provoked them. Why is she crying about what she caused?
She couldn't hold the tears back.
She's a failure.