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It hurts—why does it hurt? This is all a dream, all meant to be a dream. Dreams aren't supposed to hurt.
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Medkit suffers frequent nightmares. Everyone knows that.
Tonight is no different. (?)
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whumptober prompt 30 (confrontation)/alt. prompt 14 (unreality)
Bookmarked by Helaphox
21 Jun 2026
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Glorious Medkit and Subspace character study fic
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He's awake.
“Are you okay?”
Boombox.
But being awake wasn’t the same as being present.
He stood up, not without stumbling and a searing burn that pierced through every part of his body.
Hands formed into a fist, trembling, however–in a fist nonetheless, his thumb, curled in.Was the Inphinity toying with him?
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What's another broken bone?Or:
My interpretation of what went down in Splintered Skies, (with a ton of creative liberties taken!)Bookmarked by Helaphox
11 Jun 2026
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Wonderful Boombox / Skateboard relationship study
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Sword and Rocket bake apple pie. The pie is good—good enough for Rocket to confess his feelings. But, there’s something Sword’s yet to discover about himself.
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- Part 2 of Curi's Phighting Fics ^^
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“I’m taking a bath.” Medkit shrugs off Subspace and hurriedly walks to his bathroom, already pushing the door open. “Don’t touch anything.”
“Can I join?”
His face scrunches up both in shock and appallment. “Excuse me?”
“C’mon! I could also use a bath, don't you think?”
“That doesn’t mean you should bathe with me–”
“You’re acting like we haven’t done worse–”
“Shut it!” A teal flush crawls over his pale cheeks. He takes a moment to compose himself and awkwardly coughs into his fist. “Just– Just come here.”
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- Part 4 of You, Me and Our Misery
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21 Mar 2026
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Exorspace and Seraphlaser dance and then argue. They don't exactly make up, but they still end up hugging next to the fireplace.
Every relationship has its bumps, after all.Series
- Part 3 of Exorseraph AU and shenanigans heheh
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“I think I would be a star,” Rocket replies, hand under his chin as he leans on the railing. “Don't know why, honestly. Guess it’s just the fact that I’ve always liked them from afar." He shrugs before looking at the person beside him. “Why did you ask?”
“Eh, just curious!” Shuriken responds in the same carefree attitude. “How about me? Aren’t you gonna ask the same thing?” He cheekily grins as the other rolls his eyes light heartedly. “Fine fine, what do you have in mind?”
“Look!” Shuriken points in the other direction in the sky. Rocket’s eyes drift to where his finger pointing to find a circle glowing softly beside the twinkling stars. It’s slightly yellowish in hue with craters marking its surface. “The moon?” He asks a quite obvious question to which he earns a nod.
OR Rocket’s view of Shuriken and how it changes over time.
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A gun was pressed up against Boombox's chest as his back was forced uncomfortably against the brick wall.
"You're one of them, aren't you." The helmeted figure spoke, his head leaning down just barely as the light reflected onto the tinted screen.
He gulped, seeing his own reflection.
"What?" He dumbly blinked.
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Boombox has had a number one rule of not being on the radar of anyone dangerous. And yet, here he is.
Maybe a change of pace isn't so bad?
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Boombox figured that, all in all, he didn’t have it too bad. Sure, being a vampire sucked considering his internal moral compass and sociable, upbeat personality, and he was likely one of the most unfortunate inphernals out there for exactly that reason, but it wasn’t something impossible to hide. He’d been spawned 23 years ago, and the truth behind his secret had never extended beyond himself, Skateboard, and a few fellow vampires online.
Or: Boombox is enticed by the smell of Medkit's blood. His life is misery.
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25 Dec 2025
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“Uh-huh. Since you're so into—y’know, helping Inphernals and stuff—I don't get why you find that fun-" Subspace blabbers on, but Medkit doesn't listen. His words mesh and mix together, forming into sweet, sweet white noise. Static that he'd been longing to listen to. His voice…his voice, without the gas mask-
Medkit knows this is wrong. Knows it better than anybody else in the Inphinity. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He was sinking into shit and he wasn't making the slightest attempt to pull himself out of it. He should've shoved him off and tried to get out of this nightmare.
But he didn't.
He stayed. Defiantly, somewhat. Rebelling against his own instincts. He was so stupid…
His brain screamed at him, told him should've been pinching himself until dream-him’s skin was raw, or breaking something, or doing literally anything else in the realm of possibility to be able to just wake up and get out of here. Some part of him—his heart, as cheesy as it sounds—didn’t care about that.
It cared about contact. With Subspace. Why.
Why wasn't he waking up yet?
OR: A conversation with Sword leads to a nightmare, starring somebody Medkit never wants to see again.
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24 Nov 2025
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Beautiful scrumptious glorious doomed Subkit fic
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Subspace knows Medkit’s gun either heals or harms others depending on how he feels about them, Subspace wants to know how Medkit thinks of him.
Basically Subspace gets Medkit’s gun and goes to shoot himself (NOT AS A SUICIDE ATTEMPT) to see how his lab partner feels
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“Medkit, for your crimes against the inphernals of the factions, that include but are not limited to, Aiding and abetting, Burglary, Fraud and involuntary manslaughter, the court of Banland herby sentences you to…”
Medkit stared up at the judge with a blank expression, hearing the charges against him fall onto his ears. He wasn’t proud of the things he did for the church, the things they made him do, but he supposed he did them anyways, and that adds up.
He probably could have gotten away with it too, if he had just stayed with the church, instead of running away and getting arrested so they wouldn’t find him. Prison was far better than death, at least he’d get to live without being constantly used and made to do the church’s dirty work.
At least he’d get to live.
“...Death by the electric chair.”
What.
(Medkit evades fate once again.)- Language:
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Bookmarked by Helaphox
28 Oct 2025
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Best Medhammer fic to exist so peak peak Medkit characterisation writing I love this
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Every breath is a reminder of choices made and paths Medkit can’t undo. The Church moves on, but Medkit remains, trapped in the echo of the life he failed to protect and the spark he extinguished.
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“Be my partner!” Boombox blurted, springing into action and slapping his hands down on Subspace’s shoulders, desperation evident in the lilt of his voice, etched into his suddenly despairing expression.
“Huh??” was all that Subspace could gracefully reply with. In all honesty, he was sort of expecting a proposition of that nature, but the way Boombox had gone about asking him was utterly baffling! How could an inphernal so easily lower oneself to begging at the first hint of opportunity? Either Boombox was incredibly ballsy, or horrifically, almost pathetically, willing to grovel on his hands and knees to get what he wanted. And from their interaction at present, Subspace was inclined to believe the second option rather than the first.
Or: Subspace is invited to the 'Innovator Relations Party', one of the most prestigious, secretive events in all of the Inpherno! Big problem, however: he needs a partner to enter. But that's okay, because Boombox does too! Except, when they finally attend, they find that the party is... not quite what it says on the invitation.
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Mystery Work
Part of unrevealed work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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17 Oct 2025
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Amazing swocket death angst poetic language very nice
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Shuriken’s 100% Foolproof Guide on How to Live a Double Life by ivorypillars
Fandoms: PHIGHTING! (Roblox)
07 May 2026
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Shuriken, due to the nature of his job, was quite proficient in hiding bruises. Did it involve some makeup that he had to steal from his sister? Yes, it did. But the Silver Shadow, vigilante of Thieves’ Den, couldn’t risk becoming plant fertilizer.
He wasn’t any sort of makeup expert (unless his arm design counted), and he’d had to search up how to hide bruises on incognito mode on his crappy laptop when he’d first become a vigilante. But now he could effectively hide his bruises without a second glance.
The issue? He was out of concealer.
And so, the Silver Shadow, the professional, the master of disguise, was going to a makeup store to find himself some concealer. (Not that boys couldn’t wear makeup. Shuriken is very supportive of everyone and how they choose to express themselves, you know. What kind of vigilante would he be?)
— or: the adventures of shuriken and his silly little vigilante life
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- Part 5 of she phight on my boggio till i flipside
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Subspace and Medkit get their fortunes read by a Fortune Teller at the Blackrockian Art Festival!
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So this is what guilt felt like.
Or: author wanted to show the very fucked up way in which they perceive medkit
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- Part 3 of TROS universe
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Medkit has been working overnight and fallen ill with a fever. Sword insists he rests.
Sword + Medkit being brothers
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chances are you wouldn’t even recognize the man i am now by Anonymous
Fandoms: PHIGHTING! (Roblox)
11 Jul 2025
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He pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the throbbing pain in his temples. That was a problem that could be solved later.
Gripping his revolver, Medkit scanned the room he was in. He got the distinct feeling that he’d been here before, the sense of déjà vu making his mind spin even more than it already was.
And then it came crashing down on him.
This was his house in Blackrock.
He was in Blackrock. The very place he had been banished from years ago.
“Who are you?” A wary voice asked.
Medkit whipped around, the ring that was hanging on his horn making a clinking noise as he turned.
And, before him, was himself.
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or: medkit gets sent to the past and has a chat with his younger self.
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- Part 3 of she phight on my boggio till i flipside
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He's entangled in a red thread, leading him in loops.
Something is different this time though, as poison drips from his eye.
His vision is swimming. He wasn't supposed to be alive. He wasn't supposed to wake up.