In Space With Markiplier, Part III: Fixer-Upper

❤️‍🩹Thats Not My Name❤️‍🩹

I woke up while floating in an active wormhole.

It's feel like years since I've been in one of these.
It felt like I was flying in a tornado.
I don't even know where this wormhole was heading.

I noticed Mark wasn't floating around with me in the wormhole nor was the bandit.
I called out for them but didn't get anything other than my own voice echoing.
I saw the end of the wormhole was had me slightly excited, but not in a good way.

I closed my eyes and suddenly felt the hard ground. My head banged against it which hurt the most. I quickly noticed I was lying on a bunch of rubble.

I was then greeted by a voice from the intercom, that I somehow seemed to recognize.

"Please evacuate this station immediately! Universal stability compromised! This is not a drill!
I repeat! This is not a drill!"

The voice slowed down and became distorted. As I looked around, I quickly realized I was back at The Universal Stability Agency. Lady's workplace.
However it looked worse than ever. It looked like it's been through a zombie apocalypse. Glass and pieces of the wall were everywhere, flickering wires and lights hung from the ceiling. Paintings were ripped up and on the ground. Chairs and plants were tipped over.

No one was in the office lobby was empty. Down the hallway was even creepier, the was dark with the lights above flickering on and off. All of the offices were empty, except for one, that was closed with a light on inside.

I got closer to the door to hear heavy breathing and whimpering. I tried to open the door but it was lock. When the door noble toggled, the breathing stopped.

After a long silence, I heard a kind of clicking sound, like someone cocking a gun. I stepped back away from the door as footsteps got closer to it. Someone inside slowing unlocked the door and took another minute before opening.

I was caught off guard once the person inside opened the door and fired three shots. Thankfully the first two shots missed but the third one grazed my shoulder, knocking me to the ground gripping my arm.

I hissed in pain while on my knee. The person who fired's breathing sped up again.
When I looked up I noticed Lady looking down at me, still holding her gun. I was surprised to see her alive.

She gasped loudly once she recognized me.
"Captain?!" She asked quietly.

The pain of my arm was thinking about. I looked up at her which caused her to freak.

She dropped her gun. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I thought you were-... shit!"

She knelt down and place a hand on my wound.
We both were caught off guard when the sound of growling or groaning echoed down the hall.

"Get in, quick!" She insisted.

She grabbed me by the arms and grabbed her gun off the ground before running back into her office.
I sat down in one of the seats as she slammed the door and locked it.

This room was all too familiar to me. As Lady peeped through the glass window of her door, I took a minute to observe my wound. The burning of it made me feel tense. Lady then ran towards me and stared at my arm.

"Move your hand." She said.

I hesitantly dropped my arm down on my lap and allowed her to look at it.

"Fuck... I am so sorry! I thought you were someone dangerous." She sounded like she was about to cry.

"It's fine, it's just a cut." I assured.

"A large cut." Lady said.

She knelt down under her desk and got medicine and bandages. She sighed for a bit before staring back at me.
"Would it bother you at all if parts of your suit is ripped off?" She asked awkwardly.