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PHIGHT OR PHLIGHT

CHAT, IT'S DONE!!! CHAPTER 3 IS HERE!!!

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"I did what was right."

"You did what benefited you and only you."

Could the warden have been right?

Medkit sits there, staring at Biograft as he recovers from overheating and attempts at saving battery for the rest of the trip. The two are on their way to the Church of the True Eye, Medkit has to report back about what happened no matter what. However, the pair are currently resting at Sword's. Biograft lays in Sword's hammock, "sleeping," though he can't actually recharge without Subspace’s crystal.

I can't do anything.

I can't do anything but watch as his newly grooved existence runs along the iron rails laid before him by my own. There’s no lever, no other track, and I could close my eyes, but watching is the least I owe him. From the rifled frozen heart of the mountains to the ineludible sand of the desert he now erringly rushes forward. He’s smart; but there’s intelligence which lies with woe or that which lies with insanity. In some souls are the wings of the swords who hegemonize this world which allows them to dive into the darkest gorges, soar out of them again and again, and become impervious to the wills of many. Such that even if they were to fly forever in those georges, they’re in the mountains, making even their lowest swoop higher than that of any plain bird’s soar. He’s just now growing, with so much potential and light. Do I have it in me to watch if he falls the same as I?

Biograft’s awakening quickly stole Medkit’s attention from his thoughts. “I am no longer overheating and believe I have deleted a sufficient amount of data, my remaining battery should now last a week."

“The church isn’t that far, which should leave us most of that time to figure out a battery for you,” he’s cut off by Sword entering the room.

“Hey Med, how’s Bio- Oh, you’re awake! How are you feeling?” He stepped forward and rested his arm on Medkit’s shoulder. He wasn’t all that sure about hosting a murderous robot, but Medkit’s adamance, and offering to charge him less from then on, ment this was important. Medkit didn’t give many details of what happened, but he did mention this Biograft being sentient and that the two just escaped from Subspace.

He met Sword with silence. He’s never felt before, how would he even be able to describe it? He has the vocabulary, but words are too subjective and feelings don’t always follow their denotation. It’s too complex. That’s without the added burden of asking if it’s even real. All experiences of life are different, but is his even valid? He can’t even articulate how he’s doing in this present moment. This is a train of thought best saved for later. He won’t lie, but he doesn’t know the truth. He simply says, “That is an overwhelming question,” and leaves it there.

“I should’ve thought about that, hah! Sorry, let me ask something different then, hmm,” Biograft wanted to interrupt and say the apology was unnecessary, but Sword spoke before he got the chance. “Still think my techniques are outdated?”

Biograft stares at him for a moment before speaking, “Incredibly so.” He pauses, “However, there is merit to it, age often brings either value or irrelevance. I believe you’re making a good attempt at having it be the first option of the two.” His words surprise Sword, but it seems to convince him that this Biograft is different from the ones he’s fought before.

Sword smiles at Biograft, it confuses him, but at least Sword seems pleased with his response. Medkit speaks up, “We should get going.”

“Leaving already? Dang! You sure you two are good to leave?” He knows they have to leave for the cult eventually, but he wouldn’t mind their company for a bit longer.

“As ready as we can be.”

“So not at all?”

“Correct.”

As Medkit had predicted, it did not take them long to arrive at the church. The two are greeted by Scythe, “Aw there ya are ‘Kit! Why if I didn't know any better I woulda thought you were tryna run,” she steps forward, looking Biograft up and down, “I see you brought a new toy with ya.”

“I can explain.” Biograft notices a new hesitancy in Medkit’s voice.

“Well of course ya are! Let’s go find some place else to talk.” There’s been some sort of underlying threat lacing itself in her words, but Biograft can’t grasp what. Medkit, however, knows it all too well. Scythe begins to walk and motions for the pair to follow behind. Medkit’s hands tense, something makes Biografts shake.

The two stick close as they follow Scythe, eventually making it to an office like room with a large round table. She motions for them to sit at one end while she walks to the other. “Now then! Explain before I disassemble yer lil friend here.” The way her tone didn’t match her words reminded Biograft of Subspace, but this felt different. This felt different. He should be used to violence aimed his way, being in phights, having been part of Blackrock’s security force, being close to his creator, but this wasn’t the same. There are stakes, this existence is now the only one he has, there’s no coming back now if he’s killed. He won’t claim to be alive, but he will fight for this life with every part of himself.

Medkit knew she would probably rip Biograft apart regardless, “This Biograft, he’s sentient, we got away from Subspace-”

“Hold your horses there Doc, ain’t we supposed to be keepin’ ya safe from that scientist?”

“That is the deal we have but-”

“Now how exactly are we gonna keep ya safe from him if yer actively bringin’ his lil experiments ‘round the place, mm?

“He’s different!”

“Ya say that but all I see here is a security risk.”

Biograft stood up, “I can prove it.” he pauses for a moment to rephrase his words, “let me prove myself.” Medkit looks at him, clearly shocked, wanting to stop him.

Surprise managed to slip through Scythe’s expression. Oh, this was gonna be fun, “Well, well, well~ it can speak fer itself. Hmmm, you know what, yeah, I’ll give ya one shot,” she walks to the door and holds it open, “Come along now~” Medkit goes to follow behind Biograft, but Scythe raises her hand and shoots him a look, “You’re stayin’ here, Broker will be here to talk to ya in a bit. You can give him yer full report.” Medkit goes to say something, but flinches back, a pain shooting through his eye as Scythe’s glass one temporarily gains a teal tint. He sits back down and crosses his arms, refusing to look at her.

Her smirk grows as she turns to Biograft, “Now then, shall we?

Scythe led him to one one of the canyons near the church, as the two walked she asked, “I assume yer lookin to stay here? With him?”

“Yes.” For the first time since all of this had started, he could answer without hesitation. Staying by Medkit’s side, he wasn’t sure what made him seek such a thing so desperately, but he knew he had to do whatever it took.

“And how exactly ya think this’ll work hm?” Scythe stopped and turned to look at him.

Confused, he asked, “In what regard?”

“Well I need some,” She paused, “Reassurance. I could put in a good word for you to the Father, but how do we know this ain’t a long con for you and yer creator?” She began to step closer, “Or that yer any different from the tons of you I’ve dismantled before?” Standing face to face, inches apart, “How do we know yer a good fit for the family?”

“I’ve abandoned all of my connection to Blackrock-”

She puts her hand up to cut him off, “I don’t mean for you to tell me," She yanks him forward, "I want you to show me.”

The two exchange blows for a while. After, Scythe takes a seat on a nearby cliff edge and motions for him to sit next to her, “A’ight, that’s good enough, I get the point yer different, but I still got some things I wanna ask.” He sits next to her, “Why did you leave?”

He immediately goes to excuse his actions, “I had to-”

“No. Listen kid, I’ve fought…” she vaguely gestures at him, “you, before. I know you do insane amounts of calculatin’ and figurin’ out the ‘most optimal actions’ to take for yer directives n all that. So out of every choice you coulda made in that moment, what made leavin’ the best?” She observed him, even if he wasn’t a demon, there’s something in him. Something that can be used.

He froze. He didn’t know? No, he did know, he just didn’t want to admit it. He could’ve just gotten Medkit out of there and returned to Blackrock. He could have returned to Subspace’s side and just held him back until Medkit got away. He didn’t have to be here. He didn’t have to be here, but something inside him needed him to. Needed Medkit. Medkit’s absence hurt him, and now he had a chance to be by his side again. This is one shot at it. Biograft gave up every part of his previous identity for this. It won’t be like what it was before Medkit left, far from it, but that didn’t matter. Whether he was sentient, or not, didn’t matter. Medkit would be here, and that’s all he needed. “He did.”

Scythe smiles, seeming more than pleased with his answer. “Say, you need a battery right? Er, well, some way of chagrin? I hear ‘Kits crystal aint work for you, I might have somethin’ that will.”

He looks at her surprised, “Really?”

She nods, “It comes with conditions of course, but you’ll join the family, I’ll vouch for ya, and you’ll get to work alongside our dear medic. You gotta … earn the power you’ll be using from the father, but I think you’ll make a fine vessel for it.” She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a glass eye, “Here, it’s even the one ‘Kit was s’ppossed to have! His eye was sewn shut before he joined, which is why he’s allowed to have an eyepatch.”

He takes the glass eye, “I assume you’ll want me to change my display?”

She nods, “You’ll be required to yeah, I know you don’t have proper eyes, so something to show only one ‘ll work fine,” she thinks for a moment, “Maybe you change one to a flower!”

The three meet again in the workshop. It was nowhere near what he used to have in Blackrock, but it was functional, and Subspace was nowhere to be seen. Medkit steps up to Biograft, putting his hands on his shoulders, before giving him a tight embrace. Biograft was quick to reciprocate. Medkit whispered to him, “You’re still a weapon in everyone else's eyes, just in someone else's hands now, and it’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

The two pull apart and Biograft lays on the rooms center workbench, "I didn't leave for freedom, I left for you."

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acupofinkedblood · 2 days ago

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Scythe x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Let’s get one thing clear: To get into a serious relationship with this woman, you gotta join her cult. Sorry lads, ain’t the other way around. She will figure a way to convince you somehow without making it hard for the both of you. And as expected, you listen to her! And that is the beginning of your lovely yet thrilling days of officially becoming Scythe’s lover

• She is definitely the dominant one in the relationship, you can’t convince me the otherwise. You think that she is your wife? Well too bad sweetheart, YOU are her wifey and she is the sniper (sometimes). And goddamn does the clear roles in the dynamic make her smirk widens with pride

• This woman’s behavior is so flexible to the point that it makes your jaw drops. One moment she was caressing your cheek and whispering sweet nothing into your ear, then the very next thing after that was her playfully smacked your ass with a shit-eating grin on her face. You lose count how many time it catches you off guard. Yet it has never failed to surprise you literally every single damn time

• Scythe is sly with her tongue and you are aware of it. She knows just the right words to push your button, feigning arrogance while clearly flirting with you shamelessly. She won’t stop until you have reduced to a blushing mess. If you match her flirtatious attitude? SFOTH saves whoever is unfortunate enough to walk into the two of you in that moment because Scythe makes it her life mission to win this flirting competition you have unknowingly set up for her. Just so you know, she is shameless with her words, that’s literally all you need to know to understand how will that go

• Then of course, she treats you with upmost care. Calling you all sort of tooth-rotting nicknames with that thick Southern accent of hers, like ‘darling’, ‘sweet cheeks’, ‘sugarplum’, etc… while gently brushing her hand — not the prosthetic one — against your face to feel the soft skin. She will squeeze it out of nowhere, but she will make it up for you with kisses

• Speaking of kisses, she attacks you with her lips almost at any given chances. You are just looking around? A kiss out of nowhere on your cheek. You are rambling on and on about something? A kiss on the knuckles of your hand. You just simply stay there and just exist? Kiss kiss honey. Scythe won’t be shy out whenever it comes to the love of her life. Seeing you covered in her teal lipstick marks make her laugh affectionately at the sight

• Remember that she can literally deal with Banhammer and escape with grace afterwards? This woman is eerily strong yet she does everything so effortless attractive. There was one time you were there in a far distance when she was fighting like a merciless psycho, and out of nowhere she looked straight to your direction and blew a kiss lovingly at you. How can you not fall in love with her even more?

• She is dead serious when she says she won’t hesitate to bring you back any demon’s horns if that bastard hurts you, or just looks at you the wrong way. Although she is aware you are more than capable of protecting yourself, it’s just her instinct to immediately rush over to protect you whenever she feels like something is wrong

• Physical touch and Scythe are a dangerous combination together. You have the privilege of witnessing that. Don’t be so surprised when she is sitting there smoking after a long day, then the next thing you know is she pulling you down on her laps and keeping you sitting there. Having you so close to her feels right. You sitting there while she yaps about her day in general, or just have you in her embrace and hear your voice - Anything will do because Scythe is completely smitten for you

• She will give you a smoke kiss if you’re into that

• You two drink together for fun. She has this collection of good wines that you are certain that she has stolen, but who cares? A head up though, her alcohol tolerance is high. There is a good chance that you will end up passing out on her if you want to see who will be the sober one standing

• See her sharp fangs? Yeah she bites. In a playful way, don’t worry. Sometimes she just has this random urge to nibble your cheek. It won’t leave a mark, Scythe knows how to control her strength when she is around you, and the same principle applies to her bittey behavior around you

• Scythe isn’t too wealthy or anything. The cult is pretty much runs down and its members prefer living somewhere else to staying inside, like Broker finds a place to shelter at Crossroads. You and Scythe, however, still prefer the headquarter. The place is mostly yours to be comfortable at alongside some other members, since Scythe still has her ‘harvest’ going on. But when she comes back, she has a lot of gifts to shower her love to you. It is the intention that makes your heart melt, if you ignore the fact that most of those are from dead demons she killed then stole from—

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: I think I went a bit overboard because of my excitement LMAO

Note 2: Okay I have DEFINITELY gone overboard because this shit is long goddamn-

#phighting x reader #x reader #scythe x reader #scythe phighting #phighting!#black tea

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