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Subspace hovers in front of his equipment trembling. He never attempted to make something so… Fatal. One mess up or breakdown and all his work would be going straight down the drain. Subspace wiped his sweaty hands on his apron. Carefully he grabbed all the necessary tools. A metal containment chamber and a liquidiser was all he needed.
Subspace turned around. Carefully he took the emulsifying oil and egg yolks mixture off the shelf. He had prepared this ingredient 5 months prior in order to ensure quality. Subspace opened the jar. The substance seemed a bit… off. Perhaps he added a bit too much of the acetic CH3COOH acid.
“No matter! I’ll work anyway. “
Subspace opened the registration system. A blast of cold air stung his skin. He reached toward the back. There was a container of cream fermented with lactic acid bacteria. Subspace smiled. The acidity was perfect. Subspace added both mixtures to the containment chamber.
He took a deep breath.
“Almost done” He remarked.
Then Subspace took the ground up material of a flowering vine. And added it in with a pinch of sodium chloride. While he was at it he added the dehydrated cloves of a bulbous flowering plant.
Subspace grabbed a grass-like herb off the shelf and promptly chopped it up. He scooped up the herbs with the knife and dumped them into the mixture.
Subspace wiped a dab of sweat from his forehead.
“Alright… Finishing touches"
Subspace lifted a vial from the shelf. It was labeled “C6H8O7”. Subspace knew, even if it was diluted with water it would make his creation unstoppable. Subspace dumped the vial’s components into the containment chamber. Grabbing his liquidiser Subspace let out a cackle so loud it could probably reach the crossroads.
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Medkit quickly packed up. He had scraped his knee and decided to duck into a nearby alley to treat it, which in hindsight was not the smartest idea.
“Oh Medkit~~” A voice called out to him. Medkit swore in his head frantically trying to shove bandages back in the case. Medkit heard footsteps stop behind him. He turned around to see Subspace holding out a bomb.
“You’re too late Medkit. In my hand I hold every Phighters weakness and today!... I will take you out with me.” Subspace threw the bomb down and it flew everywhere. It covered Medkit and the wall. That dreaded. Dreaded… Ranch.
Medkit looked down at his ranch covered hands.“No…It can’t be…”
“Oh but it is,” Subspace replied with a sly smile.
“No.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”